30th November 2021
So! I have writer's block! This may have something to do with the fact I haven't been in the pjo fandom for about six months (the previous fic was mostly written before I started posting it, and I just had to edit some of it) HOWEVER I have planned out the next six chapters, and so until then, my writing will be fine!
As soon as we are back on solid ground, I stumble away from Dumbledore and clutch my stomach. The way Dumbledore travelled was not unlike shadow travel, in the way that it is a very quick way of teleporting, but I can easily say that shadow traveling is a much nicer experience.
We arrive in a dark alley overlooking a bustling street, and from the position of the sun that's barely able to shine through the pouring rain, I think it may be around four, or five pm. We are obviously in Britain, which I can tell from all of the pubs; I can see at least three, and I'm barely moving my head, and the accent. And the rain, which I've been told is very common in Britain. (I wouldn't know, I've never been here before.)
Dumbledore wastes no time, and starts hurrying us along the street, dodging all of the people with ease. We grab our bags and hurry after him. He seems to be heading straight for the ugliest, most dodgy looking place, and from the peeling sign, it is a bar named The Leaky Cauldron.
Dumbledore goes in first, and we follow hesitantly. It takes a while for our eyes to adjust, but once they have, the sight isn't much better. It's fairly empty, with around eight people in, not including the barkeeper, who is rubbing a glass with a greasy rag.
"Dumbledore! What brought you to me old pub, 'ey?" The barkeeper grins, showing yellowing teeth.
"Diagon Alley, actually. We're just passing through." He answers, his response clipped.
The barkeeper's eyes slide to me and Percy. "New Hogwarts students?" He says.
"Something like that", Dumbledore says, and carries on walking through the dim bar. We follow him again, out into a small concrete area, with a few bins and cat poo.
"Um. What are we doing here, exactly?" Percy asks.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkle, and he gets his wand out of his pocket, running it along the brickwork, until he nods and taps one of the bricks.
My thought of what is that going to do, you lunatic? Is interrupted by my shock, as the wall is melting away, revealing another street, much more colourful and eccentric than the one we were in previously. It's almost completely empty, and dry, as if it never even rained here, which I am glad about.
"We are going shopping. There is plenty of stuff you will need to be able to do your job", Dumbledore explains.
"Like..?" Percy ventures.
"Well, you'll need wands, so you blend in better, parchment and quills, robes, and you'll probably need some practice swords or something like that for the students", Dumbledore says, as if it's obvious and he's explaining it to a child.
"Can't we just use a notebook and biro, instead of quills and parchment?" I question. Honesty, imagine being in the 20th century and still using feathers to write with. These wixen are stuck in the past.
Dumbledore looks confused, and then his expression clears, as if remembering pens exist. "If you must."
"And the robes. Can't we just wear normal clothes?" Percy adds on. "They would be more practical for fighting."
"Of course. At mealtimes you'll be expected to wear robes, though."
I glance at Percy and shake my head. Let's just ignore that part.
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Defense Against The Dark Arts
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