My Update Schedule, let me explain it.
I am going to post one chapter every day (maybe two if one is particularly short) until I have posted all of the chapters I have pre-written. As I said in the last Author's note, I have written about fifteen.
After that, I will try and update once a week, preferably on Saturdays or Sundays, but it might be a bit sporadic as I am doing this for enjoyment and I don't want to rush and cause my writing to become will slow down for this fic at some point, especially since I don't own the book and need to check it out from a library to make this as accurate to the books as possible.
Sorry for the long note, someone asked about it and I wanted to answer them. (Hope this answered you).
Why must shopping be so hard?
After having received Dumbledore's reply (which hardly came as any sort of surprise, as the man was very trusting) England gave everyone their instructions and told them to meet back at the Leaky Cauldron when they were done. He had decided to leave Germany in charge, seeing as how he was probably the most responsible person, and he was sure to keep the group on task. Besides, he couldn't interfere.
He hoped that he hadn't made a mistake.
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Germany was definitely regretting some of his decisions, mainly the one lead the ragtag group of now teenagers through Daigon Alley or whatever England called it. It wasn't that they were out of hand or anything. In fact, Liechtenstein and Switzerland were engaged in quiet conversation to his right. 'Most likely about everything around here' he thought, and Hungary and Austria were taking in said everything. No, they weren't out of hand, but it was the fact that Prussia was constantly asking questions about their surroundings, even though he knew none of them could answer.
It was getting very annoying very, very quickly.
"Are the awesome brooms enchanted to fly or is it in their nature?"
"I don't know, Gilbert."
"What about those candies, what kind of awesome spells are on those? Do you think we'll learn something like that? That would be really awesome!"
"I don't know, Gilbert."
"Okay, okay, sheesh... where are we going?"
"Arthur told me the first thing we need is our wands, so we're going to Ollivander's."
"Ohhhhh okay... don't we need money?"
"Arthur gave me enough."
Prussia, or Gilbert, seemed content with this answer, as he nodded and stopped asking questions. Though he still looked around so quickly that Germany thought his brother's head might be thrown off his shoulders.
Sometime later, they entered Ollivander's wand shop with only a little bit of hesitation. A small bell above the door chimed, and immediately, a short man appeared in the corner.
"You lot look a bit old to be picking wands? Are you coming in for repairs?"
It was Hungary who answered him (she agreed to do most of the talking)
"No sir, we are here as transfer students from another school, and we need new wands suitable for Hogwarts."
He looked a bit confused, but agreed nevertheless and asked who was going first.
And thus Prussia was measured up and down, from armpit to fingertip, and around his arm twice. Eventually, Ollivander seemed satisfied with the measurements and put away the tape measure. The wand maker then walked toward one of the farthest walls of boxes and shuffled them around. Grabbing one, he came back, opened the box, and handed the wand inside to the nation, while muttering something under his breath.
The first wand was a failure. It sent large red sparks into the air, which promptly exploded. Ollivander took the wand back very rapidly and went to pick up another box. He gave this new wand to Prussia, and quickly snatched it away before it could be waved. Germany heard Ollivander mutter, almost silently,
"No no, not that one, not that one at all..."
The old man came back with yet another wand, but this time he let Prussia wave it around. Smaller, black sparks formed flowers, which seemed to please Ollivander.
"Yes, yes. Dogwood, Dragon Heartstring, twelve inches and rather bendy."
The next half hour or so was devoted solely to wand picking. Ollivander kept taking boxes from their shelves and giving the wand inside to one of the nations, only to snatch it back and repeat the cycle.
It took Germany thirteen times to find his match, which was "English Oak, Dragon Heartstring, twelve and a half inches, inflexible".
Austria found his match on the eleventh wand "Walnut, Unicorn Hair, thirteen inches, rigid".
It took Hungary eight to find her wand. "Spruce, Dragon Heartstring, ten and three quarters inches, flexible".
Switzerland took six tries with a wand of "Ebony, Dragon Heartstring, ten inches, rather rigid", and…
Liechtenstein took four "Pear, Unicorn Hair, nine and a half inches, somewhat springy".
After paying Mr. Ollivander and apologising for the mess of broken chairs and boxes of wands, the Germanics plus Hungary started down Diagon Alley toward Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions to get the next items on their lists. Most fifth year students wouldn't need a full set of new robes, but they weren't most fifth year students. They walked in, and the woman at the counter, presumably Madame Malkin, asked without looking upward, "Hogwarts, dears?"
Hungary responded, saying "We will need some new, better fitting Hogwarts robes."
Madame nodded and finished with the girl she was working with. She turned to the group and asked for their measurements. Once she had them, she took Austria and Germany into the back, and told the others to get settled and wait. It took another half an hour to get everyone fitted, but eventually they were allowed to take their new robes, and (after paying of course) left.
Next stop was Flourish and Blotts for school books. This was nothing exciting, and at this point Prussia was quite bored. After getting the reading, they stopped into a few other shops and got cauldrons, quills, brooms (England figured it would be rather unusual for a fifth year to not have a broom), and pets. They figured only one or two of them needed an owl, so Prussia and Liechtenstein got one. Sadly, Gilbird was too small to carry letters ("and the awesome Gilbird is not and will never be a carrier pigeon"), but Prussia brought the small chick along anyway.
By the time they finished their shopping and returned back to England's home, it was late evening. Each member of the group was carrying large bags and boxes that would have looked extremely strange to anyone passing. Currently, the group was discussing their new possessions.
"I've named my awesome new bird Julchen, isn't she amazing, Luddy!"
"Yes, Gilbert, he's amazing."
"What about you Lilli? What did you name yours?"
"I was thinking about naming him Noah."
"Kesese, Julchen is much more awesome name!"
"It's a dumb one that's for sure..." Austria said under his breath. Prussia chose not to respond with words, and instead just glared pointedly at him.