Chapter Twenty-Seven – The Weasleys
The voice reaches his ears and a shiver travels down his spine. He would recognise that grating voice anywhere. Aldwyn, Draco, and Blaise turn to face Ronald Weasley, an ugly snarl curling the corners of his lips, jealousy glinting deep within his eyes as they trail the path Gilderoy Lockhart had disappeared. Aldwyn raises an eyebrow. Had Weasley always been this quick to start a fight? He hadn't even seen him, nor his family enter the shop, and they weren't hard to miss with their dayglow hair. Stepping up in front of his friends, Aldwyn smirks.
"I am sorry. Do I know you?" He questions, eyebrow dropping even as his smirk widens.
"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." Ronald answers causing Aldwyn's eyebrows to shoot back up, his gaze travels back to Draco and Blaise who merely shrug in response.
"So, I don't know you then?"
"No…"
Aldwyn bites his lip to hold back his chuckles when Ronald Weasley flushes a bright red, his freckles disappearing as his gaze drops to the floor. He takes another step forward, smirk stretching when Weasley's gaze snaps back to him.
"So, I do not know you, nor have I ever seen you before. Yet, you felt as if you had the right to make scathing comments about a stranger after witnessing said stranger being assaulted in the middle of a bookstore by an of-age wizard? You are not very bright, are you?" Aldwyn can feel a margin of vindictive pleasure coursing through him when Weasley actually shakes his head. His face flushes even further, out of anger or embarrassment, Aldwyn isn't too sure, but it is amusing to watch. Draco and Blaise step up to flank his sides, glaring down at the redhead, eyes flashing with dislike.
"Is the Weasel bothering you, Aldwyn?"
"He just can't seem to keep his nose out of other people's business, that one."
Ronald's head shoots around, eyes glittering with malicious glee and his lips curling in an animalistic snarl as he fixates on Draco. Aldwyn wonders for a brief moment if he managed to actually think anything through. From what he could recall about Ronald, the entire school had known him for being constantly controlled by his emotions, on some occasions, so much so that he could barely think clearly. It had been made clear during their altercations with Draco that he hadn't been able to stop himself from attempting to curse the Slytherins. It had been ridiculous.
"I'm actually surprised that your family can still afford any of your school supplies this year, Weasel."
"Shut up, Malfoy!"
Weasley's face darkens even more, his eyes shining almost black from rage as his fingers twitch toward his wand. Aldwyn narrows his eyes, surely, he couldn't be stupid enough to try and draw his wand on them in a packed bookshop? The chances of him hitting an innocent bystander were exponentially high, and there were still reporters hanging around.
"Wait… Weasley? Doesn't your father work in the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts in the Ministry?"
Ronald nods his head, not noticing the growing smirks on the boys' faces, nor does he see the approaching figure of Lucius Malfoy who eyes the children for a moment before taking a step back. He would watch the proceedings and see how the three handled themselves, he would only step in if they needed him to.
"Yes, he does!" Weasley exclaims. His chest puffs out, a proud smile shaping his lips as he gazes over his shoulder to where they assume his family has wandered off. Aldwyn, Draco, and Blaise break into peals of laughter, much to the Weasley's chagrin, his smile drops into a frown.
"Oh Merlin, he actually looks really so proud of daddy, dearest."
"I don't see why he should be. I heard that Arthur Weasley is so dirt-poor because he has such a weird obsession with Muggle artifacts and has been caught several times stealing things from work so he could study them at home. Wasn't he threatened to be laid off just the other month?" Aldwyn sniggers, leaning against Blaise's shoulder, his sides pulling lightly with laughter. He had heard several stories about the Weasley Patriarch from his uncle who always delighted in directing the higher-ups to Arthur's thieving habits.
"Yes, and don't his experiments always seem to backfire?"
"How embarrassing, for them Blaise."
"I do believe the word you are looking for is despicable, Draco. I wouldn't dare show my face in public if that were my family."
"At least my dad has an honest job!" Ronald shouts, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, as he breathes heavily.
"An honest job? Ronald Weasley, your father is a lying thief who cares more about his disgusting Muggle experiments than what he could do to help his family. If he buckled down and actually did his job instead of stealing unknown artifacts, then your family wouldn't be as dirt poor as it is and you would be traipsing through the Ally wearing hand-me-down robes all the time."
"At least my dad has a job! What does your dad do?"
"You can read, can you not, Weasley? And I assume you received the Daily Prophet. My Father is a member of the Wizengamot and works for the Ministry of Magic. He has the power to help change our laws and take part in criminal trials. My Father also has our family ledgers to re-organize and business to run. My Papa, on the other hand, you know rather well I would assume. You remember Professor Snape, don't you? Potions master and Professor at Hogwarts School."
"That dungeon bat is nothing to be proud of, he shouldn't be allowed to teach children at all! He favoured his Slytherins and bullied my friend!"
"Oh? My papa is a wonderful man who teaches a subject that could result in serious injuries and sometimes fatal accidents if the wrong ingredients are added at the wrong times. It is not his fault children cannot listen to instructions and decided a potions laboratory is a good place to mess around and not listen. My papa is the world's youngest potions master and one of the most intellectual wizards in his field of study; his work with potions has not only saved countless lives but has significantly improved the lives of many others." Aldwyn hisses through clenched teeth. He would not stand for anyone insulting his father, nor his papa while he could defend them.
"Just because you and your family are an embarrassment to the wizarding world, Weasel, it doesn't mean everyone else is. Lord Slytherin and Lord Prince are valued members of our society." Blaise cuts in, eyeing the Gryffindor who is glaring at them all with an intensity he hadn't seen before.
"Shut up, you Snakes!" It seemed he had finally had enough of their conversation and snapped, though his reaction just made them laugh a little harder. Their eyes water as their breath begins to stagnate, they struggle to draw enough oxygen into their lungs. However, this only serves to aggravate Weasley even more and within the next second Aldwyn is forced to react. He grabs Draco and Blaise, pulling them backward out of range when Ronald lunges forward with his fist outstretched. The physical attack draws Lucius and Arthur into the fray.
"Are you alright, Draco?"
"We are perfectly fine, Father."
Lucius gazes down at Draco, gaze flickering to Aldwyn and Blaise checking each one for any signs of annoyance or aggravation. He nods when he finds nothing and turns his attention back to the two redheads. Raising an eyebrow at the pair, he smirks, his eyes turning frosty, his voice dropping to a soft undertone.
"Well. Well. Well. It appears Mister Weasley that your son has quite a violent temper on him. I would hate to have to press charges against him at such a young age."
"Your brats started it, Malfoy!" Arthur's face quickly matches his son's, his fists clenching at his sides as he watches the smirk widening on Lucius's face.
"Oh? And how would you know this, Mister Weasley? You have just arrived on the scene and have not witnessed what caused this incident. Don't tell me that your prejudices extend to innocent children as well nowadays. Is what Mister Weasley saying true, Draco?"
"Actually, Uncle Lucius, that boy came up to me and proclaimed that I like to be the center of attention after I was just manhandled by Lockhart. He started insulting me after Papa had gone off to look for Father." Aldwyn is quick to answer in Draco's stead, shooting a wink towards Ronald who snarls at him and lunges forward to punch him once more. That is until his father grabs him around the waist and hurls him backward, face flushing this time in embarrassment at his son's actions.
"Ah. That famous Gryffindor bravery, I see. Arthur, it seems that it was your son who started this altercation, and not only that, but he has attempted to attack my son and my godson twice. Why doesn't he apologise to the children, and we shall let this matter drop?"
The group of reporters still lingering lean forward, anticipating the resolution of the incident, their attention diverting from Lockhart for a brief moment. Neither Weasley seems to notice the attention they are bringing as they continue to glare across at Lucius, who merely raises an eyebrow in challenge. He never makes a move against Arthur or Ronald. However, he does shift his gaze towards the reporters who are all holding quick quotes quills poised, ready to jot down any action taken against the other. He withholds a smirk when he sees some already frantically writing.
"He shouldn't have to apologise to Death Eater spawn." Arthur spits, hands clamping down on his son's shoulder, his grip almost painful. Ronald winces though his glare never once wavers. Bending his knees, he twists his shoulders in an attempt to relax his father's hold or escape from it altogether.
"Now. Now, Arthur. What example are you teaching to your children?" Lucius frowns, tutting at Arthur while he shakes his head.
Aldwyn, Draco, and Blaise glance over at Ronald, their smirks widening at the reporter's wide-eyed expressions. Clearly, they had not been expecting that amount of venom to drip from Arthur's, a renowned light wizard's voice. They watch as the rest of the Weasley family finally make their way over, eyes narrowing at the sight of their group, already deciding to side with their father and youngest brother. All except the twins, Fred and George who send subtle looks of disgust towards their father, rolling their eyes at the scene. Aldwyn cocks his head to the side, eyeing the twins, frowning when, as one, they turn toward him and wink. He makes a mental note to speak with Draco and Blaise later that day.
"Mister Weasley, I find your comments highly offensive especially seen as my father couldn't possibly have been a Death Eater because he fled the country at the beginning of the war with me and we didn't return until the beginning of this summer. The only Death Eater within my family was my grandfather, and surely you would not blame a child for the wrongdoings of their ancestors, would you?" Aldwyn sniffs, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. He glances over at the man, a frown deeply embedded on his lips. He forces his bottom lip to wobble; eyes watering and he has to fight to keep the smirk off his face when the Weasley patriarch visibly stutters. Expression becoming unsure, Arthur stares down at the young child.
"Your papa is a filthy Death Eater!"
"My papa? He used to be one, yes, but he isn't anymore. Surely you are not stupid enough to ignore the fact that he deflected well before the end of the Wizarding War and acted as a spy against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"Why, you little…!" Ronald snarls, fighting against his father's grip. He growls viciously when he can't escape, hands grappling to scratch down Arthur's arms, his nails digging into the flesh and actually drawing blood. Even Lucius winces, eyes widening marginally in horror at such a lack of decorum and discipline in the child. If his son or any other Heir to a Noble Household acted in such a way, it would be a complete embarrassment to their family.
"Ronald Billius Weasley! You will cease this despicable display this instant! I have not raised you to raise your hand to anyone like this! Now, you will apologise to this nice young man before I make you!"
Aldwyn flinches at the shrill voice assaulting his ears. His hand shoots out to grip the back of Blaise's cloak, his knuckles turning white. He feels Blaise and Draco stepping toward himself, their arms pressing against his sides, comforting him without breaking their pureblood masks, for which he is extremely grateful. He would hate for his state to be brought to attention because his friends were fussing over him, especially in front of Dumbledore's lapdogs.
He does smirk when he sees the Weasley matriarch flushed with embarrassment, as well as the blood draining from her youngest son's face. Eyes widening, Ronald's actions freeze, and if Aldwyn couldn't see him blinking then he would have suspected him of being a victim of a Basilisk stare. Switching his attention to Ronald's mother, he fights to keep his smirk from widening. He had never met the woman before but according to Ronald, Fred, and George, she was a force to be reckoned with when angered.
"I'm sorry." The words are spat out, an air of great reluctance surrounding Ronald, but it seemed the fear of his mother was at work.
"Apology accepted, Weasley. Though I do believe you also owe my papa an apology for calling him a filthy Death Eater." Aldwyn does allow his smirk to widen this time.
He watches as Ronald's eyes flicker from his father to his mother and then back to Aldwyn, eyeing Lucius before he scoffs. Aldwyn rolls his eyes, it was really too much to ask the other boy to just offer a simple apology when he was in the wrong. He allows a small invisible smile to form when he sees his parents finally making their way through the crowd surrounding their congregation. Ronald flushes, his eyes narrowing while his teeth clench.
"Why would I apologise to that greasy dungeon bat? He is a Death Eater, and everyone knows it!"
Aldwyn grins, snickering into his hand as he turns to his side. Letting an innocent smile take form he waves his hand over his head, withholding his laughter when Weasley's pale face turns paler at the sight standing just a few short feet away.
"Papa, you found Father."
"I did indeed, Snakelet. It seems he got himself lost in the History section this time." Severus pats his son's head before he turns to glare down at the young Weasley. "I suggest you keep your insults to yourself, Mister Weasley; otherwise, this year may be challenging for you."
"Oh Severus, it is wonderful to see you again. I didn't know you had a child."
Mrs. Weasley steps forward, her stony glare falling into a pleasant smile as she glances from the potion's master to the small child by his side. Cocking her head, she pulls out some remarkable similarities to the young professor and wonders how she hadn't noticed it before. Focusing back on Severus, she blinks in surprise when a tall, brown-haired man comes to stand behind him, his hands resting on the potion master's waist. This stranger smiles down at the child, stroking a finger down his cheeks and Severus's son leans into the gentle touch.
"Really, Mrs. Weasley. With how methodically your husband reads the Daily Prophet, I find that a little hard to believe. My private life seems to be headline news as of late." Severus responds, tearing his gaze away from Aldwyn. His expression softens, the proud gleam in his eyes unmistakable. He leans into Marvolo's embrace, relaxing when the arm resting along his waist slips around to hold him more firmly, though out of view of the reporters.
"He is such a darling."
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. This is Aldwyn Salazar Prince-Slytherin," He gestures to the child, wrapping an arm around Aldwyn's shoulders before gesturing over his shoulder. "And this is Aldwyn's father and my partner, Marvolo Slytherin."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Madam." Aldwyn smiles, bowing his head in greeting. His cheeks flush when Mrs Weasley coos softly at him causing her son to growl.
"Oh, you are a very well-mannered young man, aren't you? You are going to Hogwarts this year?"
"Yes, ma'am. I will be transferring into the second-year class."
"Will you? I am sure you are going to have a lot of fun, and you are the Heir to the Founders. I do hope you will become friends with my Ron. He will be in your year as well. So, I hope you won't hold this little altercation against him."
Aldwyn forces himself not to gape at the woman at her audacity. Was she honestly trying to pawn her own son off on him after he had spouted all those insults against himself, his friends, and his papa? Just because he was the Heir to one of the Founder's Households? Did she honestly believe that he was going to do as she said and become friends with such an unpleasant and violent person? He glances over at Ronald, inwardly smirking at the aghast expression shaping his features. Sending a brief look of utter disbelief at Draco and Blaise, Aldwyn smiles up at the Weasley Matriarch.
"Of course, Mrs. Weasley. I would be happy to put this little altercation aside. As long as your son promises to apologies to my papa and ceases to insult my family and friends, then I would be glad to accept his friendship. You see, I have very few friends due to my home-schooling and recent move. It would be nice to have a wider circle of friends."
His agreement has a strange glint shining in her eyes and he sighs. This is what his parents had been cautioning him against. Due to his status within the wizarding world, she was interested in him especially because he was the Heir to a Prestigious Household. She was either after his money, his power (the founders were still known as some of the most powerful witches and wizards of all time), or his status. He glances at the surrounding Weasley children, or maybe she is planning to offer up a contract between one of her children and himself.
Though with her youngest son's disagreeable behaviour, Aldwyn couldn't see them becoming friends at all, not that he wanted to befriend the Weasel. He didn't want to be seen associating with Blood Traitors, Mudbloods, or people who turned their backs on Pureblood traditions and intricacies. His gaze drifts back to Fred and George, smirk returning when they roll their eyes at their mother, sending him yet another subtle wink. He wouldn't mind making friends with at least some of the Weasley children.
"Oh, that is wonderful, Aldwyn," She claps her hands together. "Well, we should let you get on with your shopping trip. We have quite a few more bits and pieces to buy ourselves. It was lovely meeting you Marvolo, Aldwyn, and lovely to see you again, Severus."
The group watches as Molly Weasley ushers her hoard out of the shop, waving over her shoulder until the door closes behind them. They let out a collective sigh of relief, glancing between one another before chuckling softly at the absurdity of the situation. Luckily, they had gotten away with a simple verbal attack seen as Arthur Weasley has been known to physically attack Lucius on numerous occasions in the past, going so far as to forget his wand and leap straight into physical violence.
"Are you alright, Snakelet?"
"I am fine, Father. The Weasel didn't do anything to us. He was merely trying to run his mouth."
"Not like that is anything new for the Weasel," Draco adds with a wave of his hand.
"All too true, Draco. He never really did understand the concept of thinking things through before jumping into action."
"He wasn't sorted into Gryffindor for the fun of it, Blaise." Aldwyn chuckles.
"Fair point, Aldwyn. Foolishly reckless, the lot of them."
Marvolo rolls his eyes, patting Aldwyn on the head. His son was completely fine after their altercation if he was able to banter with his friends like that. He loosens his arm around Severus's waist, never releasing the man completely as he begins to lead his family and friends out of Flourish and Blotts, directing them towards Ollivander's Wand Shop.
"Alright, the only thing we need to buy now is Aldwyn's new wand and we will be ready to head home."
Meandering through the crowded streets, Aldwyn falls back with Draco and Blaise, keeping their eyes on their parents in case they get swept away in the throngs of people pushing past them. Aldwyn glances at the adults before he clears his throat. The look in his eyes and the contemplative expressions shaping his features draw Blaise and Draco close, curious to hear what is playing through their friend's mind.
"What do you two think of the twins?" He begins, tapping his chin with his finger.
"Which twins?" Blaise and Aldwyn turn to stare at Draco, raising their eyebrows at the sheer stupidity of his question. Draco draws back looking between them, his mouth twisting into a frown.
"The Weasley twins you dolt. What other twins do you know?"
"Hey, he could have been talking about the Patel twins!"
"Why would Aldwyn suddenly ask us about the Patel twins when we were just in the presence of the Weasley family, who has a set of twins?"
"I don't know. Aldwyn's mind works in mysterious ways sometimes."
Aldwyn giggles, he glances from Blaise to Draco and back again watching their argument. Though he feels a little dizzy from watching the quidditch match that is their conversation. It always amused him how they could turn anything into a friendly argument. Clearing his throat, Aldwyn is amazed when they instantly quieten down; maybe he did take after his father in that sense.
"Alright, I will clarify. What do you guys think of Fred and George?"
"I am not sure. Their pranks are perfect, very vindictive as well." Blaise contemplates as he scratches the side of his neck, glancing towards the sky as he thinks. Aldwyn raises an eyebrow at him; he would have never thought to use the word vindictive to describe the twins before.
"How so?"
"Well, they apparently only ever prank people who have insulted one of their siblings or friends and those who have wronged them in some way. They start prank wars against those who bully others or against anyone who spouts their unjust views on biased topics such as 'pureblood traditions being propaganda and dark'."
"Yes, I heard from our upperclassmen that they once pranked a Ravenclaw sixth-year Mudblood student for two weeks because they attacked a second-year Slytherin. The Professors had to send him to the hospital wing several times due to minor injuries, hexes, and curses which Madam Pomfrey couldn't remove."
"Really? I didn't hear anything about that."
"Why do you ask, Aldwyn?"
Aldwyn sighs. His fingers twisting the end of his plaited hair. He glances at Blaise, then at Draco before he drops his gaze to the floor, watching his feet tapping against the cobblestone ground as another sigh escapes his lips. His head shoots up when he feels a hand capturing his own, long fingers tracing his palm as their fingers interlace. Blaise smiles down at him.
"In Flourish and Blotts, Fred and George were different than what I remember people describing the Weasley family as. They looked at their parents with disgust and disdain, and their younger brother with contempt. When they caught my eye after Ronald insulted my papa, they winked at me and smirked; I don't think they share their family's views, not as much as we all assumed…"
"You want to try and recruit them, don't you?" Draco asks, shaking his head.
Aldwyn nods, hand tightening around Blaise's hand. He turns to glance at Draco, a smile beginning to form on his lips when he sees the eye roll.
"Yes, but not straight away. I want to induct some of the Slytherin students first, but maybe next year or even during our fourth year? I want to scope them out first, maybe team up with them for a few pranks on the school or something first. I want to get their opinions on the War and the Dark Sects. Agenda before I think about inviting them to our club."
"That sounds good. When are you thinking of inviting the others?" Blaise questions softly.
"I am not too sure yet. I was thinking of some time during Yuletide. I want to have enough time to assess their strengths and weaknesses first, and how willing they are to follow some orders. That way I will have a good idea of who I want to add and where to put them. What jobs and missions they would be good for in the future? I want your help as well."
"Of course, Aldwyn. You know we would help you with anything. We are going to begin our training as soon as we get to school?"
"Well, maybe not straight away, but yes pretty quickly I want us all training above our curriculum level. Father and Papa have agreed to purchase some equipment for us to use as well. I have a great plan for the Chamber; it is going to be brilliant!"
Draco grins down at his godbrother. Aldwyn had a bounce in his step, a large smile stretching across his face while his eyes shone with excitement at the ideas flying through his mind at what he could do to their secret training grounds. Though he was upset that Aldwyn was refusing to share any of his ideas with anyone, even his own parents. He wanted it to be a surprise for everyone, even going so far as to invite his father and papa to have a look when it was completed.
"We can't wait to see it, Aldwyn."
The adults come to a halt outside the Wand shop, cutting their conversation short. They eye the three children with suspicion when they suddenly fall silent, staring up at them with innocent smiles on their faces. Marvolo shakes his head at his child.
"Alright, Snakelet. We are here."
The door above the door jingles at their arrival, alerting Ollivander to the presence of customers entering his store. Aldwyn scrunches his nose up, holding back a sneeze as dust billows up from the floor when the door swings closed behind them. He glances around the shop and finds it still as dingy and decrepit as it had been the previous year. Wand boxes were still piled precariously on the shelves lining the walls and he briefly wonders if there is a spell holding them in place.
"Ah, what can I do for you today?" Ollivander appears from the back, yellow eyes peering across the shopfloor at them. Aldwyn follows his parents to approach the wandmaker.
"We are here to find a wand for our son."
"Of course, of course. Which is your wand arm?"
"My right hand, sir." Aldwyn tenses to prevent a reflex flinch when Ollivander's tape measure flies out of nowhere. It begins to measure his arm from elbow to wrist, his shoulder width, around his head, and for some reason around his throat. He fights down the urge to waft the thing away when Ollivander clicks his fingers making it fall to the floor in a lifeless heap. Releasing a breath of relief, Aldwyn eyes the wand makers with trepidation; watching as he flitters around the shop pulling out wand box after wand box. He drops them onto the counter, gesturing for Aldwyn to step forward; he hands him the first wand.
Gripping the wand, Aldwyn waves it in front of him, dropping it back onto the counter when a vase explodes. Shaking his head, he takes another feeling his gut twisting with dread. He prays to Merlin that this trip wouldn't take as long, or longer, than his visit the previous year. He didn't think he could take that level of disappointment and anticipation again. Waving the second wand, Aldwyn's eyes widen in horror as the window behind his family shatters, spraying his parents, and the Malfoys with glass.
Marvolo laughs, patting his son on the shoulder when he sees the stricken expression shaping his features. Lucius pulls out his wand, repairing the window with a quick flick of his wrist and Aldwyn relaxes a little. He trails his eyes across each member of his family, checking them for any injuries, and slumps down with a sigh when he doesn't see anything.
Handing the wand back to Ollivander, Aldwyn wraps his shaking fingers around the third wand, eyes widening when he feels a warmth traveling across his skin, his body warming. His magic sings out to the wand, caressing the wood as it spreads out of his core, filling the shop with an intense glow of green and purple waves. Flicking his hand, Aldwyn grins when matching sparks shower down around him from the tip of the wand.
"Ah, just as I thought. A wand of black, elder wood, 13 inches with a thestral hair dipped in unicorn blood willingly given for the core. There is just one other wand in existence that holds a similar core, and no one has seen it for many centuries. In fact, many speculate that the wand is a piece of myth only. This elder wand is extremely rare and one of the most powerful wands I have ever created. It has been stated that the person who wields this wand fears nothing and stands strong in the face of danger."
"Wow." Aldwyn breathes, staring down at his new wand in fascination.
"It is an almost replica of the Elder Wand? One of the Deathly Hallows?" Marvolo questions coming to stand behind his son.
"As close as I am capable of crafting, yes. The Wand of Elder was said to be made of standard Elder wood, 13 inches with a thestral hair as its core. I chose to make this one out of Black Elder Wood and have the hair dipped in unicorn blood. I see you are familiar with the tale?"
"Of course, I have yet to find someone who is unfamiliar."
Aldwyn turns to glance at his father over his shoulder. He wonders what is so special about the original Elder Wand Ollivander had fashioned his wand after. Did this mean he was powerful? That he would be able to be as powerful as his papa and father if he kept training his magic; and that he would be able to help them even more during their fight against Dumbledore. He walks over to Draco and Blaise, the pair glancing down at his wand in awe. Both reach out a finger to stroke down the wood, they gasp when their hands tingle with magic, sparks licking their fingertips. Smiling at Aldwyn, they wrap their arms around his shoulders.
"That will be eight galleons."
"We would like to purchase a dragonhide arm holster as well," Marvolo states handing over the necessary galleons when Ollivander gathers the requested items, which Severus hands straight to Aldwyn. Aldwyn takes the pure black holster and slips his cloak off his shoulders to strap the leather to his right forearm. He would have to ask Bill to ward it against summoning later. Sliding his wand into the holster, Aldwyn takes his cloak back from Draco before they follow their parents onto the streets just as he throws it back over his shoulders.