They're just some Americans

Chapter Six: The Broomstick

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"Your new broomstick." Wilbur said guiding her to the quidditch store along with Tommy, smiling at her shocked face.

"Wait, what!" She asked slowly shaking her head, "This must be a mistake, I have the school's broomsticks to borrow, I don't need one." She said stuttering on a few of her words.

"Well we already have one on hold for you." Tommy said smiling to her as she turned her to him.

"And it's a Thunderbolt VII, like you always wanted." Wilbur said leaning down to whisper it in her ear. That made her stop. She so desperately wanted a Thunderbolt, but it was 2500 galleons (That's 20,000 dollars for our muggle folks), and was it really worth it. But if she got it, nobody could keep up with her in quidditch and she could be the first to get the snitch depending if anyone else bought one, on the opposing team. It was definitely worth it.

"No way." She said her face holding two expressions, shock, and glee.

"Oh yes." Said Tommy, already knowing Wilbur told her what broom it was

"Then what are we waiting for, we gotta get it before they run out!" She said grabbing both of their hands and running, with both boys laughing and being pulled towards the quidditch store.

The quidditch store could possibly be ever Hogwarts students' favorite store, if you had no knowledge of the sport, wanted to play, despised the sport or loved it, for it was a very interesting store. Having three stories, like most of the shops in the alley, it's first being the main shop, second being storage, and the third a house for the owners that resided there. As the three entered it was filled with a golden glow on it's light teal wallpapers, that were designed with dark teal designs, and the wooden stores. The store had been around since the 1200s and had been renovated ever once and a while, but keeping it's look. The shop had different aisle, containing polishing sets, sets to fix the broom, and equipment for the sport. As Wilbu made his way to the front, Tommy and (Y/N), went their way to get his set he needed so desperately, since he lost quite a few bristles on his broom's end. As the two looked for a good set Wilbur was on the other side purchasing the broom.

As he walked up to the cashier, he took out the money both his parents and (Y/N)'s had given him for the broom.

"Purchasing, ordering, or getting an order?" Asked a girl much shorter than Wilbur. The girl sounded very much like a person from North America based on accent. She had hazel eyes, and brown hair, with highlights of colorful, rainbow hair. The girl wore a vest suit, with a white collared shirt with a red tie, and a long black skirt that matched the vest suit.

"I'm getting an order, Fletchers, it's a Thunderbolt VII." Wilbur said.

"Right, Schlatt get an order under the name of Fletchers, it's a Thunderbolt!" She yelled. Wait Schlatt, what is he doing here? As the girl looked back she looked at Wilbur who had very slight shock on your face.

"You alright there mate?" She asked.

"Are you from the UK or here?" He asked quite curious.

"No, I'm from America, specifically New York area, and I'm working here to get some money over summer break, and to also get used to people around the area, so I have less difficulties in school, with students, since I'm foreign." She said.

"What type of school are you attending?" He asked now intrigued.

"I can't say until after September 1st, if so I'm kicked off the program, and can't do my study abroad." She said.

"You remind me of my cousin (Y/N). She's very much like you." He said truthfully, to the girl. She did in fact look very close to her age.

"Is she 15 or around the age?" She asked now invested in the conversation since she was packaging items.