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Diagon Alley and the Uncle
"Don't ever lose your softness to their arrogance, let your soul give them hell."
Remus Lupin dreamed of many things. He dreamed that James and Lily were still alive. He dreamed that he hadn't betrayed them. He dreamed that Wormtail was still alive. He dreamed of the day James and Lily would send Lux off to Hogwarts with the Marauders' Map and James's invisibility cloak.
He never dreamed that when he would meet Lux – his cub- again that he would actually remember him. He never dreamed that he would be helping her buy her school supplies. In fact, he pinched himself many times as he followed Lux through the crowed in Diagon Alley.
She was happily chatting about anything and everything. Remus never stopped smiling because every other sentence she would say "Uncle Remy" or "Uncle Moony". However, Remus would not care if the daughter of his late best friends would talk his ear off because it's been a while since someone looked at him a truly saw him.
He carried the cauldron full of items in one hand and the list of her school supplies in the other, "Lux?"
His cub stopped commenting about Wizarding robes, "Yes, Uncle Moony."
"Would you like to get your books or robes first?"
Cub stopped in her tracks. She looked at Remus as if he was the sun before smiling widely and shrugging, "I don't know. You pick."
Remus reached over and ruffled his cub's already messy hair. She giggled then grabbed his hand so she wouldn't get pushed into the crowd when a witch rushed in between them. Remus pulled her close and glared in the direction that the witch took off. Though he did not see the witch he did see Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
He smiled down at his cub, "How about some ice cream?"
She smiled and bounced over to the ice cream parlour with Remus following behind.
Lux Potter was having a great day. She was away from the Dursleys (and was ignoring the fact that she would return to them at the end of the day). She learned she was a witch. She found one of her Uncles. She was in fact fabulously wealthy (she didn't care about money, but it was nice to know that she wouldn't have to worry about expenses for a while.) She now knew that her parents didn't die in a car crash because they unemployed drunks (she chose to ignore that they were actually murdered by a genocidal manic, for now.)
She was currently being lead into a colorful ice cream shop by her Uncle Moony. She giggled. She wasn't sure why she was giggling but she did know that for the first time in her life she felt like a true kid. She didn't have to do chores. She wasn't sitting alone on the school yard or being shunned by her peers. She wasn't sitting in the darkness of her cupboard under the stairs.
She felt free.
Lux looked at the ice creams that they had on display. There were the classic flavors like vanilla and chocolate but there were favors like coco-cauldrons and pumpkin caramel delight. They all looked … intriguing. Lux couldn't help but wonder if the rest of the wizarding world would be this interesting.
She eagerly looked around wondering which she should choose. She finally decided that she would get green apple with hot caramel and nuts. When Uncle Moony went to pay he ruffled Lux's hair as she gazed out the window and into Diagon Alley she wanted to get her wand next, but she would have to ask Uncle Moony about it.
She heard a gasp, "Lux Potter."
Lux turned her gaze to the man who had just given her ice cream and was apparently the owner of the shop. He was looking at her scar. Lux quickly covered her scar with her hair once more and looked to the ground.
"My name is Florean, Miss Potter. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Lux's gaze shifted up to the owner of the shop to see that he was reaching a hand over the counter for her to shake. She did so with a timid smile directed at the welcoming man, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Fortescue."
Mr. Fortescue laughed cheerfully, "Just Florean, Miss Potter."
"Then you are welcome to call me Lux, sir."
If possible the Florean looked even happier than before. However, Uncle Moony sensed that she was uncomfortable due to the attention and tried to pay. Florean decided that pay wasn't necessary because he was "happy to provide the-girl-who-lived a refreshing treat, on the house. In fact, Lux, every ice cream you get here will be free."
Lux protested and tried to pay with her own money this time, but the man still refused. After a while, she gave up and allowed her Uncle to lead her to an outside table where she could eat her ice cream in peace. They chatted a while about her parents and Hogwarts before they headed to Ollivanders to get Lux her wand.
Once they reached the shop Lux was a little shocked that the sign that hung over the door of the shop read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.. Lux wondered if the business was passed through a family or if the man has been alive for about two thousand years.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Uncle Moony sat on to wait. Lux felt strangely as she looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.
Lux breathed deeply in and out. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some unknown magic. She smiled as the magic that made goose bumps appear on her skin.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Lux jumped while Uncle Moony chuckled at her reaction.
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Lux awkwardly as she looked at her feet to avoid the man's intense gaze.
"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Lux Potter. You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work. Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it — it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Lux. Lux asked, "Wands can be specially used for different things?"
"…Yes, Miss Potter. Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Miss. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Lux were almost nose to nose. Lux could see herself reflected in those misty eyes. "And that's where …"
Mr. Ollivander reached out to touched the lightning scar on Lux's forehead with a long, white finger when Uncle Moony stood and pulled Lux to him, protectively placing his hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps we should get started."
Mr. Ollivander nodded and stepped away, "Ahh, Remus Lupin. Ten and a quarter inches long, pliable, made of cypress wood. A unicorn hair core. May I see it?"
Uncle Moony moved his hand from Lux's shoulder and pulled his wand from his pocket. Mr. Ollivander examined the wand before handing it back to Uncle Moony, "It suits you well?"
"Yes, sir," Uncle Moony pocketed his wand and placed his hand back on Lux's shoulder. The action drew the wand maker's attention back to the young witch.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," Mr. Ollivander said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands … well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do. …Well, now — Miss. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er — well, I'm right-handed," said Lux as Uncle Moony gently pushed her forward.
"Hold out your right arm." He measured Lux from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. As the tape measured, Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. Lux turned back to Uncle Moony with a questioning look and got a shrug in return.
"Right then, Miss. Potter," She faced Mr. Ollivander and was handed a wand, "Try this one. Beech-wood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Lux took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of her hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try —"
Lux tried — but it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander quickly.
"No, no — here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Lux tried. And tried. After a while she wondered what Mr. Ollivander was looking for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.
Before she tried the forty- second Mr. Ollivander said gleefully,"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Lux took the wand. She felt sudden warmth in her fingers. She held the wand closer to inspect the wand itself. It was dark red with remarkable designs of plants and faces of animals were beautifully carved into it.
"Well, give it a wave."
Lux shook her head before smiling at Mr. Ollivander. She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of silver and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light ontoon to the walls.
Lux whispered, "Wow."
The wands warmth grew once more, as if pleased that it's barer approves of it. Lux stroked the wand once more and felt the magic radiating off of it.
Uncle Moony clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well … how curious … how very curious …"
He put Lux's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious … curious …"
"Sorry," said Lux, "but what's curious?"
Mr. Ollivander fixed Lux with his pale stare.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar."
Lux swallowed. Uncle Moony inched toward Lux.
"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. … I think we must expect great things from you, Miss. Potter. … After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great."
Uncle Moony clapped a hand on her shoulder as Lux said, "Mr. Ollivander, you said that my wand was an unusual combination. How is that so?"
Mr. Ollivander smiled at the child curiosity before launching into a explanation, "Holly and phoenix tail feathers are both rare materials. The combination is ever rarer. Holly wood is traditionally considered protective. Holly wands also choose owners that are destined to take part in a dangerous and spiritual quest. The use of the Holly wand varies dramatically in performance.
"Phoenix feathers, however, are taken from creatures independent and detached from our world. They are one of the rarest cores that one may find because so few feathers are willingly and even fewer can be used. The wands with Phoenix feather cores are not favored by witches and wizards because they are so hard to tame and personalize. The wand chooses the wizard, Miss Potter, and the wands with the phoenix feather for cores are the pickiest.
"What makes your wand such an unusual combination is that holly wood is notoriously difficult to team up with phoenix feather. The wood's unpredictability conflicts strangely with the phoenix's aloofness. I and my ancestors were ever able to create seven wands like yours. Each time that they were paired it was to very well-known and powerful wizards. That is why I say that I expect great things from you Miss. Potter."
Lux she paid seven gold Galleons for her wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop. Uncle Moony lead her to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions in silence. Both were trying to absorb what they were told.
Once they entered they were meet with the sight of Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Lux started to speak. "Got the lot here — another young man is being fitted up just now."
"Excuse me," Uncle Moony spoke up, "but how long will it take to get her fitted?"
Madam Malkin gave Uncle Moony a once over before narrowing her eyes at his shabby attire. She forced a smile and said, "It should take forty minutes."
Uncle Moony crouched down at Lux's level, "I am going to get your quills, parchment and ink. After we get your robes we can go to Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment to get you your telescope and scales, then the Junk shop for a trunk and a satchel. After that we can get your books."
Lux hesitated then nodded. She would have jumped at the chance to shop alone this morning, but now she wasn't sure that she wanted Uncle Moony to leave her alone. At least not now that she found him.
Uncle Moony must have noticed her uncertainty, "Don't worry cub. I'll come back. I just want to get some purchases out of the way no so that I can take you somewhere for a birthday surprise."
Lux smiled, "Uncle Moony, you don't have to do something for my birthday."
"Yes, I do, cub. I have missed your last nine birthdays. The least I can do is making it up to you."
Uncle Moony stood and ruffled Lux's hair. Lux rushed to smooth her bangs back down before Madam Malkin saw her scar much to Uncle Moony amusement. Uncle Moony then left the shop, but not before looking over his shoulder a couple times.
Lux smiled and waved at him.
"Come along, dear."
Madam Malkin lead her to the back of the shop. One boy on the far left had a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Lux on a stool on the far right, slipped a long robe over her head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said softly Lux. She never enjoyed speaking to her peers because they shunned her at her cousin's insistence. Lux could keep a polite conversation with adults, but always felt uncomfortable when she was with her children her age.
"My father's next door buying my books, mother is up the street looking at wands, and my cousin is wandering the alley," said the boy. He had a drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Lux was vaguely reminded of Dudley. He seemed spoiled and boastful.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"No," said Lux.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No," Lux said again.
"I do — Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you'll be in yet?"
"No," said Lux.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been — imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"No. I wouldn't. After all, where else would I learn to control my magic."
The considered what Lux said and then nodded, "I suppose so you would not. I would go to Drumstrang. I want to go there originally, but mother insistent on Hogwarts. That's where Lux Potter will undoubtedly attend, after all."
That last statement brought a smirk to Lux's face while she said enthusiastically, "Wow, Lux Potter! Will she be in our year?"
The boy smiled superiorly, "Of course. Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," said Lux shortly.
"Oh, sorry," said the other, his true remorse coming through in his voice before it became hard and cold once more. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"Yes."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
"Alright, dear, you are done."
Lux smiled and jumped down, eager to get away from the boy's questions.
"I guess I'll see you at Hogwarts," the boy called out.
Madam Malkin led her to the counter, "how many sets of Hogwarts robes?"
Lux thought for a moment. She knew that the school only required three sets, but that did not seem like it was enough. She assumed that Hogwarts would not have classes on weekends and they would not have to wear robes then, "I would like five sets of school robes with dragon hide gloves."
Madam Malkin nodded, "That will be 21 Galleons, 2 Sickles, and 7 Knuts. Your order will be ready to pick up in thirty minutes."
"Actually, could I also have two sets of casual witch robes? Do you have muggle clothes as well?"
Madam Malkin smiled, "Yes. I have catalogs that you can look at tell me when you have decided on styles and colors."
Lux looked through the magazines before deciding on two styles and the colors green for the main color and gold as a accent for both of them. She picked out a few new muggle outfits that Madam Malkin had on hand and changed out of her fat cousin's hand-me-downs. Her uncle Moony walked in when Madam Malkin was ringing up the total cost, "that will be 26 Galleons, 8 sickles, and 26 Knuts."
Uncle Moony winced, "I don't have that kind of money."
Lux smiled at her Uncle Moony, "I don't expect you to pay for my school supplies. You don't have to anyhow."
Lux grabbed her pouch from Gringotts and handed over the money to Madam Malkin who said, "Thank you. Your order will be ready for pick up in forty minutes."
Lux smiled at the lady before take her bags and walking out of the clothing shop with Uncle Moony closely behind. The duo decided to stop for lunch while the waited for her Hogwarts robes to get done. Lux did not miss the dejected look he directed towards Madam Malkin's shop, which was right across the street.
Lux wondered why he felt the need to pay for her school supplies; he wasn't her father or magical guardian. He didn't have to provide for her when she could do so herself. Especially when it looks like he was struggling to provide for himself.
Uncle Moony was still looking at the shop across the street, frowning. Lux decided that whatever the case might be she would distract him from his thoughts, "What is Hogwarts like? What is a Hufflepuff?"
Uncle Moony launched into a full explanation with a full blown smile on his face, "A Hufflepuff is one of the four houses of Hogwarts that you are sorted into in your first year depending on your personality. A Hufflepuff is for the loyal and hard-working. Ravenclaw is for the intelligent and clever. Gryffindor –where your parents went- is for the brave and bold. Slytherin is for the ambitious and cunning. The school itself is a castle that is in Scotland. It is nearly as tall as the Mountains that surround it and during the school year light shines in almost every window. It is next to a loch called Black Lake where a Giant Squid lives-"
"A giant squid?"
"There's no need to worry," Uncle Moony laughed. "He is rather docile. Prongs, your father use to tickle the squids tentacles whenever it would surface. The creatures that you need to watch for are the ones that Hargrid – the keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts. He has a half-gaint. Though he is sentle he doesn't have much common sense."
"Hogwarts has large grounds with sloping lawns, flowerbeds, vegetable patches and several greenhouses. It is also near a large forest called the Forbidden Forest." Uncle Moony suddenly got a serious look on his face, "Cub, you must never go into the Forbidden Forest if you can help it-"
Luxs choose not to speak and nodded instead. The forest sounded interesting.
"-There is also a full-size Quidditch Pitch."
"What's Quidditch?"
Uncle Moony gave Lux a small, sad smile, "James would be turning in his grave if he heard you say that."
"Well," Lux said sadly, "you better tell me then."
"Quidditch is a wizarding sport played on broomsticks. The object of the game is to score more points that the opposing team. There are seven players on a team: three chasers, two beaters, one keeper, and one seeker. Chasers are supposed to get a ball called the Quaffle through one of three goal post. The keeper is supposed keep the Chasers from making a goal post. The Beaters are supposed to protect their teammates from these two balls called Bludgers and launch the balls at the opposing teammates. The seeker is most important. Seekers are supposed to catch the Golden Snitch. When they catch the Snitch they get 150 point and end the game. Your father was a Chaser. If you want more information than I suggest that you read the book called Quidditch Through the Ages."
Lux as listened, she decided that she would look into the sport. Right now she had more questions, "What about the inside of Hogwarts?"
Uncle Moony smiled, "It is a Labyrinth. When you get there you will probably get lost within the first week. There are towers, dungeons, rooms that come and go, and many classrooms."
Uncle Moony looked out the window with a sad, fond smile on his face remembering distant memories that took place at least a decade ago. Lux thought to herself that he looked younger, the lines under his eyes vanished and a joyous light replaced the melancholy shadow across his face. He looked happy.
They got their food and ate in silence. Every once in a while Uncle Moony would look up at Lux. Then he would look back down muttering "sweet child" and "Lily and James would be proud". When they finished they picked up the Hogwarts robes.
They walked back up Diagon Alley to Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment which was contently next to the Junk Shop.
The shop was decorated with its various metal and astronomy products. With her Uncle Moony's help Lux was in and out within a few minutes with Brass scales, Brass Telescope, a Moon chart, and a Star Chart for 19 Galleons and a sickle.
They went next door and Lux was met with the sight of multiple broken things like scales and wands. Uncle Moony approached the shop teller and asked for trunks and bags. The shop teller led them to the back where there were sacks of trunks that reached the ceiling.
"These are all trunks that old Hogwarts student sold here after they graduated," the shop teller said. "They may be a little worn but they are still useable."
Uncle Moony nodded to Lux, "Go on pick out one you like. I will get you a bag."
Lux looked around for something to catch her eye. Lux wandered the maze of trunks until she reached the dusty walls in the back of the shop. She dragged a finger across a nearby top and then looked at the dirty tip. She whipped the dust off and continued deeper.
Then she finally found one that wasn't too busted up. It was made of mahogany colored leather and had the Hogwarts crest on the side. When she reached for it at the near top the trunks on top of it floated up a few feet, allowing the trunk she wanted to float down to her.
Lux smiled and opened it to inspect it. The trunk had 3 compartments and one of the compartments seemed to have some sort of extension on it. The trunk was rather large, so she expected it to be heavy. Yet, once she lifted it she realized that it barely weighted anything.
Lux smiled and met Uncle Moony in the front of the shop where he had picked out a ruby red bag. Moony explained to Lux that both had weightless charms on them. Also, the third compartment in her trunk and the bag had the undetectable extension charm on them.
After she paid 6 Galleons, 7 sickles, and 26 Knuts, (it was a second hand store) they headed to the last store. Flourish and Blotts. Lux was jumping with excitement once more because the books were the final nail in the coffin of her magical education.
Once Lux entered the shop, she was met with the sight of books that towered to the ceiling. The shop seemed well stocked for the coming school year and had many other books on display. Uncle Moony must have noticed her longing looks and chuckled, "Go on, cub. Explore. I'll be around. Come to me when you are done."
She didn't have to be told twice. Lux took a bag that had the same charms of the bag that she just bought from the Junk Shop and started looking for her books first. One by one she began to check off books on her list and estimate how much the books would cost:
The Standard book of Spells (Grade 1)- One Galleon, check
A History of Magic – Two Galleons, check
Magical Theory – Two Galleons, check
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration – One Galleon, check
One thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi – Two Galleons, check
Magical Drafts and Potions – Two Galleons, check
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them – Two Galleons, check
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection – Uncounted for…
Lux began to search for the last book. Yet, she couldn't seem to find it anywhere. She began to turn another corner when-
THUD!
Lux and another boy were sent to the ground. Lux immediately started to pick up the books that fell out of her bag when she ran into the boy. Since she was busy picking up the books she didn't notice the disgusted sneer the boy sent her way as he got up.
Lux picked herself up and turned to the boy who was looking at her with an intense glare. She took a moment to give the boy a once over. The boy raised an eyebrow," I am waiting."
"Excuse me?"
"You crashed into me," the boy had a superior-than-thou tone that matched his stereotypical aristocratic atmosphere.
Lux scoffed at the boy's attitude, "we ran into each other. It was a group effort. It takes two to tango. Do you get what I am saying?"
The boy's face turned emotionless, "I will not have an argument with the likes of you."
Lux laughed, "Why? Because I am beneath you?"
Lux didn't know why she was acting so audacious. Yet, there was something about this boy's attitude along with the attitude of the pale boy from Madam Malkin that reminded Lux strongly of the thing she hated most; the Dursley's medieval way of thinking-
The boy's voice broke her out of her thoughts,"I am of a Noble and Most Achient House. I know more about magic than a pathetic little muggle-born like you would ever dream."
Lux scowled at the boy, "knowledge make people humble, arrogance make people ignorant."
The boy scoffed, brushed imaginary dust off his expensive robes with a green family crest on it. Lux was only able to register the family motto before he strutted off; Toujours Pur.
Lux decided that even though she could not call the Dursleys out, but she could call out other wizards. She was pushed around in the Muggle world, but she won't be pushed around in the Wizarding world. This was a new opportunity. Lux could be the top of her class at school instead the bottom. Her life could be different.
Lux returned to her search for The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, one Galleon. She paid 18 Galleons at the Apothecary, 7 Galleons for the wand, 26 Galleons from Madam Malkin, 4 Galleons from Scribbulus Writing Implements, 6 Galleons from the Junk Shop, and estimated 13 Galleons from the books. That is an expected total of … 74 Galleons.
Lux took 130 Galleons out of the bank that means that she has about 56 Galleons left. Yet, she wants at least 25 Galleons on hand for emergencies. She is able to spend 31 Galleons on other books, if that.
Lux browsed for a while and in the end got her school booked along with: The Standard Book of Spells (grade two) by Miranda Goshawk, Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard, The Book of Charms & Spells by Amias Ertegun, Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus by Brian Gagwilde, Curses and Counter-curses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian, Book of Potions by Zygmunt Budge, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts by Ludovic Durward, Hogwarts, A History by Bathilda Bagshot, Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes by E. Limus, The Pure-Blood Directory of Families and Customs, Quidditch Through the Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp, A Guide to Medieval Sorcery by Oberon Moss, and Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed by Fergus Pike.
Lux then found Uncle Moony and went to the shop teller. As he rang the books up, Moony watched with an amused smile. The amused smile remind on his face as Lux paid the cashier 29 Galleons then packed the books in her bag.
Uncle Moony followed Lux as she skipped out of the store with her trunk in his hand (since they had pack Lux's other supplies in the trunk). They walked further up the Alley to the leaky cauldron in order to meet Hagrid.
They quickly found Hagrid whose face was red from all the alcohol he must have consumed between the early morning (when he left Gringotts) and the late afternoon. It didn't take long for Hagrid to give Lux a golden ticket and tell her "I'll see ya at Hog'arts." Or at least something like that. Lux and Uncle Moony couldn't tell because his speech was slurred.
Together they pushed past the fans that were there when Lux passed through earlier this morning and entered Muggle London.
Hi, guys! So, I hope that you guys enjoyed the chapter!
Man of Constant Sorrow - Thank you for your wishes and for reading my story.
Vandum - Thank you for answering my question. I never actually thought about the Ravenclaws superiority complex. Thank you for bring that to my attention.
Penny is wise- I also like the stories when Remus his own man (which is why I am writing one). Thank you for reviewing.
SO the quote at the beginning of the story sort of symbolizes Lux's decision to stand against all prejudice. She won't necessarily succeed because stereotypes are the base of human behavior (everyone does it.) Lux did earlier this chapter. The point is that Lux right now seems great, but she is not perfect.
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