AN: Hullo hullo hullo! Guess who's back!

ME.

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Sooooooooooooooo anyways, I have the name part and backstory in this chapter, so read on!

Okay, that sounded weird.

I'm going now.

Bye.

"Owwww" I muttered under my breath.

"Watch your tone young lady!" she sternly said.

I glared at her. She turned back to Ragnok. And put on a sweet smile.

"Can we please?" she asked.

"Yes. Follow me." he gruffly said. So we followed the goblin through the winding hallways, until we finally were in a dim, um, place, with mine cart type things.

Ragnok motioned for us to get in, and we complied. So, we "drove" a loooooooooooooooooooooooong time before getting to Vault 394.

When we FINALLY got there, Mom and Dad just got out of the cart to go get the moolah, while I just sat there staring off into space. Oooo yay, more rock.

They come back with heavy wallets, and off we went, back to the main room. Another looooooong dull ride.

"Sooooooo, after that boring experience, we're going to Ollivander's to get my wand." I said, yawning

"Okay, let's go." Dad said, and started walking in some random direction.

"Hey Dad!" I shouted. He turned back around. "It's that way." I pointed in the opposite direction. Duh.

So we basically went straight then turned left, and there it is! Ollivanders! Basking in all it's glory! Okay. that sounded weird.

"Well, we'll let you experience this alone, sweetie." Mom said, sitting down on a bench right outside the shop.

"Kay. Well, I'm going in now. So bye, I guess?" I said, waving my hand in a half-hearted wave goodbye.

I entered the shop, and I had to stand there for a moment, blinking rapidly to get my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

An middle-aged man poked his head from behind a... bookshelf? More like a wandshelf.

"Oh, hello!" he said pleasantly.

""Um, hullo." I said, awkwardly standing around.

"Come, come!" he motioned to the desk/podium. I obeyed and walked to the desk/podium thing.

I shuffled on my feet, complementing asking him a question. I decided I would. "Um, excuse me sir. You aren't Mr. Ollivander, are you?" I asked.

He paused from shuffling through the wand boxes on the shelf's and sighed. "No. I'm his great-grandson, Alexander Ollivander."

"Okay." is all I said. So in the books, Ollivander was pretty old. It just makes sense that this was his great-grandson.

It was silence after a while, until he suddenly shoved a box in my arms. "Blackthorne, 11.75 inches, very loyal and faithful. Just wave it around,"

I did as I was told. And the results were catastrophic. The plants in the room burst. Oopsy daisy.

I immediately placed the wand back into the box.

"Try… this one." Alexander said, handing me another. "Yew, 10 ½ inches, unicorn hair, has good consistent magic."

So i waved it around. And wand boxes flew everywhere!

"So sorry." I said, with an underlying tone of sarcasm. Just to spice things up.

Alexander looked at me like Seriously? I only shrugged my shoulders. He went back to searching through the wand cases on the floor.

After about 3 minutes on the floor and me wondering why he just didn't use his wand, he finally found what he was looking for.

"Ah, yes. Ash, 12 inches long, has the core of a thunderbird's tail feather, and very very loyal." he handed it to me.

I waved it around, and this very pleasant and warm feeling filled me up. The wand tip started to glow a goldish color, and I felt wind spinning around me.

Just like the book.

Alexander smiled. "Yes. Perfect. Now that'll be 14 galleons please." I took the money outta my pocket and paid him. A little expensive, I have to say.

But whateva.

As I exited the shop, my parents came rushing up to me. "How's the wand sweetie?" Mom asked.

"Pretty awesome." I said nonchalantly.

"Time for the robes." Dad said, pulling me into the next shop by the arm.

"Hey, you finally got it right this time." I sarcastically said. Dad glared at me.

An jolly looking old lady popped her head up. "Oh, hello!" she said cheerfully. "You must be here to get your robes!"

"Well no dip." I said under my breath. Dad glared at me again.

"Yes! Do you know how long it'll take?" Dad said grinning. He seemed awfully pleased of the woman's attitude.

"Not long. Only 15 minutes." she answered. Hey, with that time, we might be able to swing by Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Yesssss, I've always wanted to taste Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

The old lady, who I learned her name is Madame Malkin, told me to stand on some elevated place while she fit my robes. There was another boy there, across from me, getting his robes fit by one of Madame Malkin's assistants .

"Hi." he said, doing a little wave with his hand.

"Hullo." I replied, coping his wave.

"The names Rowan Richard Edge." he said.

"Hullo Rowan. My names London Sorrow Moon." I replied.

"Sorrow? That's a weird middle name."

"I know. It was supposedly my mom's first name before she died. So they gave me her name as my middle name."

"So, did you come here with anybody?"

"Well, that's a little creepy… I came here with my adopted parents."

"You're adopted? That's cool. I came here with my real parents."

"Sooooooooooo what house do you think you're gonna be in?"

"I dunno. Whadda 'bout you."

"My family's made up of Ravenclaws, so probably Ravenclaw."

"Coolness."

Madame Malkin backed away from me. "I'm done dearie. You can go get your parents now. But before you do, please take off the robe."

I did as she said and went to go get my parents..

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy you neeeeeeeeeeed to paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay." I sung, walking into the room with my arms out like an airplane.

Mom looked at me like I was crazy.

I probably was, and still am I.

Anyways, I'll skip through the boring stuff. So they basically paid the lady and we went to get my other supplies. Books and all that stuff.

As we headed through the Leaky Cauldron, me holding a bag from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes (hehe), I saw someone familiar.

Someone from the orphanage back in Ottawa, Canada.

Someone who used to be my bestest, most closest friend in the world.

Someone who stopped me in my tracks.

"Po-Poppy?" I stuttered.

An African American pink haired girl turned her head around to meet my eyes.

"Lo-London?"

AN: Hey, I got another chapter out! Go me! Anyways, please don't hate me for that little cliffhanger there. Let me have a little fun.

Kay, peace out! See you on the flip side!