So, this is Diagon ally. "Well, I'll be off then" Dumbledore said to me. Perfect. And he goes back into the fireplace. A plump, kind looking witch approaches me. what does she want. "Hi little boy-" she attempts to say, but I cut her off. "Where do you find the robes." I interrupt her. I don't like her much. She looks like a mother. Or someone who wants to take control. "Son. Don't interrupt m-" "I'm not your son. And I asked you, where. Do. You. Find. The. Robes." I ask, less politely than the last time. "well-" she stutters "just answer woman" I tell her. "Here. The robes are here. Your new I see." She says. " yes, I'm new. Who owned the place. I need robes. Now" I ask. I pretty much order her to tell me. "I'm the owner sonny. Before, I TRIED to tell you. My name is Blanche. I'll get you fitted" she says.
Other kids are looking at me with disbelief. They whisper to each other. I shoot them a nasty look, and they shut up. Mme Blanche comes back with the robes and starts to put the robes on me.
I leave, with the best robes possible. I scared Mme Blanche so bad that she gave me a 50% off discount. Perfect. It's useful to have 'bargaining' skills. Next is to the bookstore. I need, ooo potions for beginners . I wonder if I can make poison...... no matter.
I go into the store and a girl comes up to me. She looks about my age. Probably a year older. Her bleach blonde hair is in a high ponytail. She has Pale blue eyes and has an extremely fair complexion. She walks up to me and says "I saw what you did to Mme Blanche. You're a slytheryn for sure." She said in a matter of fact kind of tone " who are you?" I ask. Surprised that someone came up to me. "I'm Elisabeth Malfoy. Who are you?" She said. "I'm- I'm Voldemort" I say. "Voldemort? That can't me right. What's your R E A L. Name." I stay silent, and pretend to not hear her. She snatches my letter, and reads my name. "So your name is... Tom Riddle? Hahahhaaa. My mother new the riddles. They were muggles. So, who's your mum?" She asks. I fill up with rage. Who does she think she is? She just insulted my father. No, nononONO! He can't be a muggle? What's a muggle? " You can't just talk to me like that!" I say. But it doesn't faze her "w a t c h. M e" she said in response "fine. I didn't know my mother" I say. "What's a muggle?" I ask. "A muggle is someone who doesn't have an ounce of magical blood in Em'" the responds "well, when the sorting hat puts you in slytheryn, I hope we can become somewhat of friends." She said and turns away.
