[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

3| Arabic Name

''𝙊𝙬𝙡'𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚, 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚.''

𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽, 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. As Hermione had opened the door – since she was so keen on getting her wand first – a bell had rang from above the door. It reminded me a little of the stores they have in small towns, it was a quite satisfying noise. 

Hermione beckoned me to shut the door, which I hadn't earlier because I was too in awe about how the place looked inside. The outside and inside pretty much looked the same, old, dusty, broken down place. Yet, they have a sense of differentiation between the two. There were black, purple and velvet boxes stacked on top of one another on shelves, that were placed everywhere. 

A staircase on the right side of the room, led up to the second floor. I was curious as to what was up there, but decided against it once I heard crashing sounds from behind one of the counters. I could tell what had fell, or what had happened, only to see a man on a sliding latter that was hooked to the shelf. 

''Fate can be both good and bad in these situations. Isn't that right, Grangers?'' He told, or asked. I hadn't a clue which one. The man only smiled kindly before sliding back behind shelves. I'm pretty sure I never gave away my name, nor was I wearing it anywhere. 

I had to look down at my sweatshirt almost a million times to make sure I hadn't been wearing a sticker that said 'Hi! My name is: Y/n Granger.' Because, if that was the case, then I was flashing my name to – what looked like – almost half the Wizarding World. And I don't plan on getting on Hermione's bad side about that, anytime soon. 

The man came back, sliding on the latter again. He held boxes in his hands to where he had to hold some with his chin as he hopped off the ladder, walking over to his desk. Hermione and I had offered to help the poor man, but he just waved us off saying he was fine and could handle it himself. 

''Who first?'' The man asked, glancing between Hermione and I. 

''Hermione, how about you? I'd like to see the semi-professional do it first.'' Sarcasm dripped off my tongue, while Hermione turned to roll her eyes at me. The man at the desk had chuckled slightly watching this, it all seemed like an amusing show and he has seen people like us two before, many, many times. 

While Hermione was figuring out what her wand was, I got to get a better look at the man. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say he looked over a hundred and forty-five years old, not to say that age didn't look good on him. The man had lengthy, white, unruly hair along with shallow blue eyes. He also had wrinkles on his face, looking like he has worked here for years. 

It's a little strange, we walk into a wand shop and the man owning it automatically knows our names. But when we walk into this strangers store, we don't have the faintest clue of what his name is. I walked around the shop a little, looking at everything I could take in before we had to leave.