Eve stumbled out of the dilapidated cart, followed by a lumbering Hagrid. Fijit produced the key, and approached the door. She unlocked it and inside lay an impressive array of coins she didn't recognize; there were small bronze ones, medium silver ones, and larger golden coins.
"The small ones are knuts, then sickles then the gold ones are galleons." Hagrid explained with a gruff voice. "I won't bother explaining the intricacies of wizarding money just yet, it's a bit confusing." Eve was barely listening, instead trying to figure out how much she could take and get away with it.
"Whose vault is this anyways?" Eve asked. Surely it wasn't hers, she had only just discovered this world. Besides, she didn't even know how to use this money.
"This 'ere vault is run by miss 'ermione Granger. She was muggle born, like yourself, didn't have any money goin' into a strange new world, I still don't know 'ow she managed to convert her pounds." Hagrid chuckled, "Brightest witch of 'er age, she was."
"So she created this vault to help fund muggleborns tuition and stuff?" Eve asked, impressed. She hadn't even met this Hermione and she already had an immense respect for her. The elf (no, midget! Or was it a goblin?) took out a small pouch and loaded it with knuts, sickles, and galleons. It handed Eve the mall brown satchel and ushered them out. They climbed back into the cart, and had a bumpy road back to the main lobby. On their way out Hagrid thanked Fijit while Eve was still trying not to barf all over the marble tiles.
"Yeah, thanks," Eve said weakly as the odd pair made their way out of the gleaming bank. "So, where to next?" Eve asked once she could stand straight again. They dashed from shop to shop, getting books and quills and robes (oh my!) until Hagrid directed her to go into an old wand shop, Ollivanders. He said he'll be right back, that she needed to do this herself.
She wandered into the worn shop, and looked around in amazement as she realized every square inch of it, from the broken tables to the slanted bookshelves thirty feet tall was covered in long, rectangular boxes with what she could only presume were wands inside. She approached the cramped counter and looked around. She didn't see anyone, so she went to ring the bell. Just as her hand went near it, and elderly voice sounded from above her.
"No need to ring the bell, young one, I'll be down in but a moment." Eve mover her hand away, looking above her to try to catch a glimpse of the phantom grandpa above her. She was startled again, however when the old man appeared right in front of her.
"Try this one, this one, and this one." He said hurriedly, "oh you look positively enthralling!" He handed her three boxes, and had a smile on his wrinkled face.
"Thank you? And what do you mean by 'try it'?" Eve looked at the man questioningly.
"Simply wave it in the air, give it a little flourish!" He responded, his smile bringing out his rosy cheeks and twinkling blue eyes. She waved the first wand, a dark wood with small dots on the handle. The air in the shop picked up and the old man's (presumably Ollivander) toupee went flying off his head. He adjusted it and took her wand from her.
"Definitely not unicorn hair." He mumbled whilst handing her another, a lighter, almost green wood wand with a rose sculpted into the bottom and thorny vines crawling up it. She gave it a wave, feeling rather stupid. She jumped about a foot in the air when there was a loud bang noise and a small fire burned up one of the potted plants, which, honestly needed to be replaced anyway.
"Need to get rid of those plants." Ollivander said with a wave of his wand. The fire immediately went out. "Try this one." He said, handing her a third wand, this one stark white with a serpent wrapped around it. She waved it, and the world slowed. Ollivander grinned; "Certainly a unique wand, though aren't they all?"
"Dragon heartstring. As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. And Aspen wood, quite beautiful, and powerful. Usually capable of outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries." He looked impressed. "11 and a half inches, medium flexibility, I have to say, this wand is among my best work. Use it well."
And with a wink he disappeared to do god knows what with those infinite shelves of wands. She payed into a magic piggy bank and left to join Hagrid outside. They went to the pet shop last and Eve picked out an adorable elf owl whom she named Elf (she wasn't great with names). They headed back and Eve gave a quick wave goodbye to Diagon Alley.