Chapter 5- Wands and Creeps.
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PUCK'S POV
I walked into Borgin & Burkes, with my father, "Now, Robin."
"Dad, for the last time, I prefer to go by Puck."
Why? I have no idea. Mom and Dad had called me that when I was little than changed it on me when I saw 9. I mean, my much favored brother, Scorpius, was a stuck-up loser.
I mean, he believed he was a king. Well I am too, pure bloods are so hard to find now a days. But anyway, my father wanted me prepared, I was going to school with Potter kids and Weasleys. We weren't really allowed to bring up Harry Potter's name in the house. My father claimed he was an arrogant, fame seeker, which I believe. He did get famous for a stupid lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, how pathetic.
"Fine if you must go by that ridiculous name." My father moaned.
"Yes," I said, deciding I was going to humor him, except well… He didn't find it funny.
SWOOSH!
A blond girl about my age came flying out of the chimney. She was in black, tore skinny jeans, a silver flowy top, and was covered in soot.
"Stupid chimney." She coughed, standing up, brushing herself off,(not very well) and pushing her long golden hair behind her ear.
"Where the heck am I?" She asked, American accent.
"You my, soot covered girl," My father said in disgust, "Are in Knockturn Alley and in the shop Borgin & Burkes."
The girl looked us up and down, detecting the sneer in his voice.
"Well," She finally said, "I'm far off from Diagon Alley."
" Of course you are!" My father said, getting irritated. "You are on the other side of town."
"Funny, I thought this was ally," She said, voice full of coolness and sarcasm.
"Now, if you excuse me," She said, walking around us. "I've gotta find Hermione."
That stopped my dad cold. He turned slowly, "Hermione Granger?"
"No, Hermione Weasly" The girl said, rolling her eyes.
"And you are?" He asked, what was he doing? Talking to her?
"None of your business, creep." The girl sneered, turned and walked out.
"Dad, why did you ask her that?" I asked, it was not of my father to talk to girls covered in chimney soot.
"Well," My father said, with a sly grin, "I believe that girl is friends with the Potters and Weasleys and it's your job," he said, poking me in the chest, "To get close to the girl and then, infiltrate them."
"You want me to talk to her!" I asked, totally shocked.
"Yes." My father said, smiling victoriously.
I think my dad has inhaled a little too much chimney soot.
SABRINA'S POV
"Well, I'm lost." I decided, I've been walking around this creepy alley for a good ten minutes.
After my encounter with Mr. Creep and the boy who stayed silent beside him, I was lost.
People… Wizards and witches I suppose… Crap, British proper-ness is rubbing off on me!
Well, magical people gave me the weirdest looks. I wonder…
Could it be my blue eyes?
My hair?
How about my clothes? Ding, Ding! We have a winner!
I walked up concrete stairs and people swarmed me.
"Do you want a necklace, pretty?" A man asked.
"How about a cloak?" A witch asked.
"HOW ABOUT YOU'LL BACK OFF!" I yelled, they backed away, probably, on top of my clothes, my American- going British accent.
I walked up the stairs, my anger rising. Magical people down there are… Creeps? And probably would end up to stalker.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I knew I was in the right alley, is sunny for one. Another people were crowed in here and it also had a happy vibe. I walked through the crowds, people too busy to really look at my clothes.
I looked at the names of the shops, deciding I might just head to one that's on their list.
There is no way I'm Gringotts, there are supposed to be goblins… And well, I'm barely getting used to the magical sticks…
Wands.
I walked until I found a small little building called 'Ollivanders'
"Well, that or Gringotts." I mumbled, Ollivanders then.
I would go to George's Joke shop, but who knows where that is. I walked in and there was a slight, ding over my head.
"Just a minute!" A voice called down a row of one of the many shelves with rectangle boxes. I looked around, not really wanting to answer.
"Okay," The man said, walking to the counter. He had short gray hair, glasses, and was holding a few boxes. He set the boxes down and examined me.
"And you are my dear?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm Sabrina Grimm." I stuck my hand out and he shook it vigorously, not one mention of my accent. I'm really liking this guy.
"I believe you are American correct?" Then he lost me.
"Yeah," I said, thinking, well at least he didn't comment on my clothes.
"I'm Mr. Ollivander, Miss Grimm."
"Cool."
"So I'm guessing we should get you a wand?"
"Yeah, about that." Glancing over my shoulder, just going on a slim limb to see the Weasleys and the Potters coming towards the shop, all very mad with me. No luck. "Have you seen a Rose Weasley and a Teddy Lupin by any chance? I'm supposed to be with Hermione and Ron, but I lost them in er- the chimney." I knew I sounded like a crazy person.
"Ah, you mean Mrs. Hermione Weasley and Mr. Ron Wealsey? No I haven't, but they should be arriving soon."
"Good, um about money. Hermione has mine."
"No worries, we'll just get you wand picked out and you can wait here till they arrive." Mr. Ollivander said, seeming friendlier by the minute. "Now, let's try this one." He pulled out a box and held it open to me.
I took it, and pulled out the decretive stick…
Wand.
"Ah, birch, 7 and ½ inches, core is Thestal hair."
I didn't know what to really do, so I waved the wand. The glass around the light, broke into a million pieces and fell on us. I covered my head, only to find the Mr. Ollivander pulled out his wand and made the glass into a sandy texture.
"Not that one." He said, as I set the wand back into its box. He walked down a long isle, full of stick-wands. He stepped on a latter and pulled down the box on the very top row. He slid down the latter and handed the box to me.
"Blackthorn, werewolf hair, 9and ¾ inches." The wand was a solid black, a weird swirl pattern made its way up to the tip, it felt… Right. I admired how it looked, glossy and bright. Like the color of the car I want.
Deciding I was going to try a real spell, I said the one that Hermione said in my apartment.
"Incendio"
The paper on the deck burst into flames.
"Oh I am so sorry!" I yelled, trying to put it out, remembering it didn't help the tiniest bit. He said a spell quickly and the fire died out. I was about to put the wand away when Mr. Ollivander shook his head.
"My dear, that's you wand."
"Really?" I asked, loving this wand and was glad I did have to put it back.
"You can control it very well. Besides, Miss. Grimm, the wand chooses the wizard."
"Thank you, sir." I said, pulling out manners I haven't used in a while. This man, he deserved everyone's respect.
Just than there was a bell and I was tackled into a tight hug by Lily and Red. They both released me and hit me, Hermione, Teddy and James were with them.
"You are a complete idiot!" Lily yelled, with more of an American accent.
"Well, I missed you too Lily!" I said, sarcastically.
"Well at least I wasn't the person who purposely disobeyed Hermione." Lily said.
"I didn't disobey her, I just did what George and James said." I said, shrugging.
"See James!" Lily shouted, swinging her arm to whack him.
"Hey, look I'm alive and well and I got my wand so you two should stop bickering!"
"What?" James and Lily looked at me, totally shocked.
"That's what we Potter kids do, yell, hit, and scream at each other." Lily said.
"Yeah, how else would I know Lily loved me?" James asked.
"Yeah, I love my older brother but not like I'm going to say it 24-7." Lily said, hugging James.
"Yeah, I can't believe you would even suggest that, Sabrina." James said, hugging his little sister.
"Weirdos!" I said, rolling my eyes at the two.
"Wanna say that to me again?" Lily demanded, taking a step towards me and taking my words again!
"Sure, weirdo!" Lily slapped me and I slapped her back.
"See I can slap too."
"Girls!" Hermione shrieked, than Lily and I remembered we were in a wand shop.
"Sorry," We said at once.
Hermione rolled her eyes and handed the money for my wand to Mr. Ollivander.
"Sorry about them," She said, feeling very embarrassed.
"Mrs. Granger, you must relax." Ollivander said.
"Wait, Granger? Oh that's the name this freaky creeper told me." I said.
"Who?" Hermione demanded. I told the story, while Red and Teddy tired to find their wands.
As I was telling this, Albus and Ron walked in with our other school stuff. Potions crap, books and some other things. Hermione looked worried when I finished but said nothing.
"Well," She said, standing up. Red and Teddy paid their wand money and stood beside her.
Red had a Oak wand, 8 inches and the core was a mermaid hair.
Teddy had a Holly wand, 6 and 1/3 inches and the core was dragon scale. I believe Mr. Ollivander said it was from a Chinese Fireball?
"We should go get robes fitted."
"Wha?" I said, forgetting completely about robes.
"Yes, robes, Sabrina. And I don't know about your jeans." Hermione said, seeing what I was going to say.
"Dang it!" I sighed, under my breath.
"Sabrina, you'll love Hogwarts." Lily smiled.
"Yeah, just don't be a house traitor and end up in Slytherin." Ron added.
"Dad!" Red yelled.
"Oh Rosie," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
"Dad, it's Red, not Rosie!" Red explained.
"Wait? Why are you called Rosie?" I asked, I always wondered why she was 'Red' not Rose.
"Oh see, I had bright red hair when I was little than it changed to this," She said, holding a lock of hair, "And George made a joke and Started calling me 'Red' and it just stuck." Red shrugged.
"Well, nice to know," I said, pushing the door open and running into a girl with long black hair, blue eyes like mine and was about my age.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I said, grabbing the girl before she could fall.
"No, it's fine. No worrys." She says smiling at me.
"Getting your wand?" I asked.
"Yeah, going to Hogwarts, you kind-of need a wand." She said.
"Oh! I'm Sabrina Grimm by the way." I said, sticking my hand out.
"Hello, I'm Bella Axison."
"Oh, so you're their adoptive daughter!" Hermione said, sticking her own hand out and shaking the girl's. "Hermione Weasley, I've gotten to know your father very well."
"Yes, he talks about how you're the, and I quote 'Smartest Witch the Ministry has ever seen.' "
"Yes, I learned most of my dark arts from my friend." Hermione smiled at the Bella. "So where is your father?"
"He's at the book shop with my mum so they'll be here soon." Bella explained.
"Well, so nice to meet you." Hermione said, pushing the other kids outside.
"Good-bye Sabrina and Ms. Weasley and others!" Bella called after we disappeared into the crowd.
"Now," Hermione said, making sure we were all together, "Let's go get your new robes!"
We all, even Ron, groaned.
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