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You thought that you were ready by the time Minerva McGonagall came to take you and Anthony to Diagon Alley. That you could take it, to see all the magic and the Wizarding World for yourself– not as those stories Severus would tell you.
You had thought wrong.
( Jake would've loved this— )
Everything comes at once you enter the alley with Anthony in tow, Minerva McGonagall leading the two of you. The scent in the air is vibrant, the waves rolling off of people with ease and you are left bewildered by seeing so many things going at once.
It tingles. You feel giddy.
"Wow..." Anthony breathes out, and you come to your senses at the sound of his voice. Your hand tightens around his arm.
You have a good feeling about today, despite your circumstances.
·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ ⦃ 𝄢 ⦄₊·꒰ ↺ ↺ ༘·˚
After converting your money into magical currency, your first stop is getting your clothes– which ends rather quickly despite the bustling amount of customers in the shop. The owner almost chases you out after handing you your uniforms; and then McGonagall takes you to the magical equivalent of a scrap store to get your cauldron, telescope, a glass ( or was it crystal...? ) phial, and whatever that scaly thing was.
It goes on smoothly, you think, however when you reach the bookstore, you realise why McGonagall saved it for second to last.
"Firs' years! Firs' year books here!"
"Here are the books you need for your O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s!"
"Are you interested in fortune-telling? Check out these books!"
It's hell.
By the time you manage to grab half of your books, you realise McGonagall is trying to talk someone out of scamming Anthony– or is she trying to talk Anthony out of getting scammed? You can't tell and you don't care because as soon as you try to, you trip over something–
( A memory desired to be long forgotten itches in your mind. Momentarily, you flinch at the reminder—
