Elyse sat down at the dining table. For breakfast she had a piece of toast and some fruit. Mrs. Diggory had to go to work unexpectedly, apologizing that she could not go with her to Diagon Alley.
Mr. Diggory said that they would apparate to the Leaky Cauldron then enter Diagon Alley.
Once they apparated inside the Leaky Cauldron, Mr. Diggory talked to one of the bar tenders and then they went to the back room and Mr. Diggory walked up to a brick wall.
"Mr. Diggory, this is a brick wall." Elyse pointed out the obvious.
"To the muggle eye yes." Answered Mr. Diggory. He pulled out his wand and tapped on bricks in a certain order, and then the wall started to move and it created an opening into what Elyse assumed was Diagon Alley. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."
Elyse was speechless. She was shocked about how many witches and wizards there were just roaming the streets. Elyse reached into her pocket and pulled out the list she was given. "I need books, a pet, robes, and a wand. Where do I get all of these items?"
"We'll get your books at Flourish and Bots, the Magical Menagerie for your pet. We will also go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where we will find you some robes, and last but my favorite, Ollivander's to get you a wand." Answered Amos knowingly.
The two walked around and walked into the book shop. There were books lined up against every wall, all different colors and sizes. Mr. Diggory took Elyse's list and walked around the store grabbing all the books she would need. "Here you are. Every book you'll need this year."
"I need all of those?" Asked Elyse as she pulled out money from her pocket that she had been given by Dumbledore in a letter. Amos nodded and bought her books and left. Down the way she she a sign to a shop called Styles' Styles. She could somewhat see inside the window, but it looked like ballgowns and different types of dress robes.
They went down the way to get her robes, which was a bit of a hassle, since Elyse was not in a house yet. They managed and then went to the pet shop.
"I have to leave you here for about 15 minutes Elyse, I have to meet up with someone, but don't worry. I'll be back." Amos said as he walked out of the pet shop leaving Elyse on her own.
Elyse walked around the shop and walked past the toads. She never wanted a toad so she walked to the owls. Walking by the owl's made her think of Willa, so she decided to look at the cats. Elyse walked to the back of the isle and saw a shorthair white chat with grey patches around the eyes, which were two different colors. One was green and the other eye was blue. Elyse looked at the description of this cat, and the cat was only three months old and a boy. A kitten. She walked up the to witch who was behind the counter and asked to buy that kitten. Elyse bought the kitten and all of the supplies she would need and sat by the door looking at the kitten who was asleep in the cat carrier.
"I'm going to name you Patches." Elyse said as the kitten yawned.
After a bit later Mr. Diggory walked up, "Oh I see you got a cat." He looked inside. "Very cute. Ready to get your wand?"
Elyse stood up and followed Mr. Diggory out of the shop. They had to walk down the path for a while and Elyse bumped into a boy because it was so crowded.
"Watch it!" He yelled. Elyse turned to see a boy walking in the opposite direction. From what Elyse could see, which was his back, he was tall and slender with very very blond hair. Elyse turned around and followed Mr. Diggory to a building called Ollivander's. She walked inside and gasped. The building was tall with wand boxes stacked in every which way.
"Hello there. How may I assist you Ms. Colston?" A man asked as he walked in from the back room. "I was wondering when I would see you."
"You know me?" Asked Elyse.
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- The Hufflepuff Princess -
FanfictionElyse Jane Elizabeth Colston was raised in her small but cozy house in Lexington, Kentucky with her adoptive No-Maj parents. Elyse is the type of child to always carry a book with her, and more of a keep to herself type of girl. Needless to say, whe...
