Hello! Third chapter! Answering Pickles, yes I was thinking of making them friends, and I even was thinking of some romance with one of my characters but I'm still not sure, I don't think I'd be very good at writing their character like that though I might try and see what other people think. Anyway I'm rambling now so on with the story!
It had been two months since the incident with the strange old man. Neither Mrs. Harris not Mr. Smith hadn't spoke of it and neither had Emeline. What is just an odd dream? She couldn't help but think to herself from time to time. The girl had thought about it so much, that she started to convince herself it was.
One day, Emeline was in her room reading a book when she heard a knock at the door, ignoring it because her Mum could just get it, she went back to her book.
"Emeline!" She heard her Mother shout up to her, "Come here!"
"Coming!" She replied, reluctantly putting her book down to she what her Mum wanted. But when she saw she gasped loudly. The old man was sitting at the table again and smiled up at her when he saw her. "It was real?" She asked herself.
"Well of course." The man replied cheerily, "Anyway I've come to take to to Diagon Alley. With your Mother of course." He said turning to her mother when he said the last part. "Well, shall we go then?" Completely ignorant towards their emotions.
They had decided to go with the man, after Mrs. Harris thought it would be safe. They walked a long way untill the man stopped them at a very old, shabby looking pub. "The Leakey Cauldron!" He said proudly and walked in, Emeline and her Mum following close behind. He led them to a brick wall behind the pub and took out his wand, tapped it three times and suddenly, like magic, the brick wall transformed into a large archway. The two women looking shocked and the old man acting like nothing happened.
"You'll want to go to Gringots first, the wizard bank." He added when he seemed to realize they didn't know what it was. "To get some wizard money."
"Wizard money?" Mrs. Harris asked, the man nodded.
"I should probably explain the currency. There are seventeen Sickles in a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts in a Sickle so 493 Knuts in a Galleon. One Galleon is about four pound 93 pence, one Sickle is twenty-nine pence and one Knut is one pence." He explained to them.
The old man, who's name was Bernie, was really kind and patient seeing as he had to keep stopping because me and Mum kept staring at anything and we kept asking him to explain everything we didn't understand. He had taken us to all the shops and my Mum even let me get an owl, which was supposed to deliver mail. Now we only needed to get a wand. I was really excited, so much so that I was literally bouncing around, starting to get funny looks from the people in the street.
We stopped at a dark and very old looking building. The windows were dusty and even if they weren't you would barely be able to see through because the inside looked extremely dark. At the top there was a large sign that read, 'Ollivanders makers of fine wands since 382 BC.'
We walked in and the room was massive though most of the space was filled with thousands of boxes on shelves and the room looked even older on the inside. Bernie walked up to to desk and rang the bell that was sat covered in dust on the even dustier desk. Suddenly an old man came up to the front and smiled at Bernie.
"Hello Bern!" He smiled happily. He looked at me, my mum and then at Bernie again, "You need a wand I presume?" He asked me, I nodded shyly in response. The he went up and down a bunch of isles every time holding one more box. When he came back he was holding a large pile of boxes. He put them all down on his dusty desk, grabbed the top one and took out a wand, "Try this."
I grabbed it and stood there a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I looked at Ollivander and saw he was doing a swishing movement so I did the same. As soon as I did one of the isles fell over and Ollivander took it back giving me another one. The same kind of things kept happening until I tried the very last one on the pile. As soon as I touched it I felt this was the one. "12 1/2 inches Maple with Dragon core and slightly springy." I swished it and a few sparks came out the end. I looked up and saw Ollivander smile, "Yes, that one will do."
Bertie gave him the money and I got my new wand, putting it in my Mums bag.
I walked down to the cobbled street of Diagon Alley looking around happily. "Are you sure you don't want a pet?" My father asked, "Not even an owl?"
"No, they'll probably have some at school anyway." I said, I really didn't want one, animals kind of freak me out to be honest.
My father just sighed. "What's next? Oh all we need is your wand." He said happily, I smiled knowing how much he hates shopping. Mum would've come instead but she had to go to work so dad had to go, much to his displeasure. We walked to the shop, I say walked I practically disapperated by how fast I ran. I smiled seeing the familiar sign and walking in with my father catching up behind me.
"Nice to seen you Mr. Willows!" Ollivander said to my father, "How can I help you?" He then asked.
"Suzie needs a wand. She's starting Hogwarts soon." Ollivander smiled and got a few boxes from the nearest shelf. He gave me one of them and I swished it making an unlit candle fall over. I got the next one he gave and swished it around. Though nothing happened Ollivander seemed sure it was perfect for me, saying, "Yes fits you perfectly, 14 inches Red Oak with Phoenix feather, slightly yielding." so my father payed and we went home.
Whoo! They've finished their shopping and soon they'll be on the Hogwarts Express! Sorry It's short again (I feel like I'm saying that every chapter) but hopefully I'll write more next.