Hi! This is Squidscool and this is my story on Azealia. I hope you like it

A light knock at Azealia's door woke her up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sat up hoping her Aunt had brought her Hogwarts letter. Her brother, Oliver, had received his letter two days ago on the 20th of July. Azealia's anxiety was slowly growing. She had never contemplated that may not get it, until it didn't arrive a couple of days ago.

"Aunt D, come on in," said Azealia, eyeing the door.

"Sweetie, good news! I have your Hogwarts letter!" Aunt Desire practically squealed. Azealia jumped out of bed and flung her sheets across the cramped room. She ran to her Aunt and embraced her.

"Yay! Can I have it?" Azealia was practically bouncing with joy. Aunt Desire slowly handed over the letter, watching as Azealia tore it open. She had waited eleven years to read the words the envelope contained.

Dear Miss Monaghan,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Lydia Kaligaris,
Deputy Head Mistress.

Azealia was ecstatic. She beamed at her Aunt with a twinkle evident in her eyes. They would go to Diagon Alley today, regardless of what her Aunt thought. Azealia had every intention to get what she wanted.

"Aunt D, when are we going to Diagon Alley? Because it's already nine, and we want to beat the crowds, right?" Azealia asked.

"What do you mean? We're not going today," replied her Aunt.

"But Aunt D! You promised! You never let me go with Oliver, and you said we could go the day I got my letter. Don't you remember?" Her Aunt said nothing. "Guess I know where I stand then..." Azealia trailed off, dejected. Slowly she began to pick up her sheets appearing to have the intention of tidying her room.

"Sweetie, no! I was kidding! Of course we're going today! I was thinking we could leave at midday. Don't worry about your bed, I'll fix it. Today is about you hon!" Aunt Desire said with enthusiasm.

Azealia fought to keep the smirk from her face. She wasn't sure how it happened, but she was always able get people to do what she wanted. This time was no different. The 'promise' was entirely fabricated, and her Aunt had no idea.

"Thanks Aunt D! Yay!" Azealia started to get dressed, pulling her wild, bushy, deep red hair back into a ponytail. She walked into the kitchen to grab breakfast, to see her brother making pancakes, her favourite. Instead of asking for one, she sneakily grabbed one of the cooked ones in a way that was discreet, but also unnecessary. If she had asked her brother would have given it to her, no trouble. But she would not give him the opportunity to be the bigger man. She walked out of the kitchen, enjoying her pancake.

Azealia sat on her unmade bed reading her favourite book at the moment, The Moa's Last Dancer. She loved reading peoples biographies, learning about peoples lives. In reality she would manipulate there lives just to see what happened, and while reading she would imagine how she would manipulate them.

Suddenly it was a few hours later, and her Aunt was ushering her out the door. Her Aunt, who was a muggle, didn't have any floo powder, so they had to catch a bus to Charring Cross Road. They went to their bus stop, and waited for hardly a minute before it came racing down the street. As Azealia hopped on she was reading her equipment list. She was thinking of getting a gold cauldron, instead of just putter.

They got off the bus at Charring Cross Road, and Azealia had to guide her Aunt into the little, dingy pub, that she couldn't see because she was a muggle. They walked through, and greeted Tom at the counter. As they reached the tiny courtyard out the back Oliver pulled out his wand. He started tapping a pattern on the brick wall, and suddenly it turned into an archway into a buzzing street full of people and bright colours

Azealia walked around, gaping at everything in the shop windows, and she walked into a large marble building, with a big sign saying Gringotts. She walked up the marble stairs going through a metal scanner. As she walked in she was taken by surprise at the tiny, yet hideous creatures inside. Azealia knew most things about the wizard world, but being raised in the muggle world she had little experience with these things, and was aghast at these vulgar animals. She walked through, feeling a bit creeped out, and stopped at a desk saying Muggle Money Exchanges. She looked around for her Aunt, but she wasn't there but her brother was walking towards her.

"Az, Aunt D doesn't like coming in here because of the goblins, understandably. I have $15 000 to change into wizard money.'

"What!? Aunt D doesn't have that much money!" Azealia exclaimed.

"Mum and Dad put aside money for our education, didn't you know?" Oliver questioned.

"Wow. Thats great." Azealia said, excited by the fact she had actual money that she could spend.

Oliver handed over the money to a goblin at the desk and Azealia watched as he put each hundred dollar note in a container, watching as he pulled out circles of gold, sliver and bronze. She knew the gold ones were galleons, the silver sickles and the bronze knuts. The goblin poured heaps and heaps of coins into a container, and handed it to Oliver. He went to puck and nearly dropped it because of the weight. They walked put of Gringotts, a happy thing for Azealia, being away from the goblins.

"Aunt D! You had that money all that time and never told us?!" Azealia exclaimed.

"I beg your pardon, but my financial business is nothing for your concern." Aunt Desire replied, smirking.

A few hours later Azealia walked back to the hidden arch way, her arms laden with bags. She had bought everything on her list, as well as a new cat, Mister, and had had a satisfying lunch of ice cream. Azealia was excited for the following Thursday, when she would be boarding the Hogwarts Express. She walked through the the pub, feeling a sense of elation.