The bite of an Apple

Just two kids.

Alin and Draco walked joyfully through the hallways as they spoke to the portraits on the walls. Then Alin showed Draco to her room where they could play and entertain themselves.

"I see you like to read," Draco noted, staring at the whole wall that had been made into a shelve. He smiled and looked back at the girl that was now opening her balcony to let the cold breeze in. "You're nerdy." The boy mocked smiling warmly. The girl laughed as a book fell on his head. "You did that on purpose!" He laughed too, picking up the book. He seemed half-shocked and half-pleased. "The history of Quidditch?" He began, then looked at Alin. "I love this book and quidditch. Do you play?" Draco sat next to her on her bed, their legs folded.

"I do, maybe you could come to play sometime!" Draco's face shone and he smiled again.

"Really? You're inviting me to play?" He said hopeful, looking at her.

"Of course, I'll write your invitation right now." She flickered her fingers and a quill began writing on a piece of parchment. "What day works for you?" The girl asked.

"How about this Friday?" He seemed eager to have a friend, Alin could tell, Friday was just two days from that afternoon.

"This Friday it is." She swept the letter into his hand and he pocketed it enthusiastically. "Maybe we could go to Diagon Alley together too to buy our supplies." She suggested, suddenly feeling as if he truly needed a friend.

"It would be great!" The boy remarked.

They both made plans for the rest of their summer, talking about how they would play Quidditch every Friday, go to fetch their equipment that same Saturday, and then go to honeydukes on Sunday and begin reading their school books together to get ahead.

Saturday came quickly and Alin couldn't stay still at the entrance of Diagon Alley. The day before they had had lunch together and played Quidditch until it turned dark and their parents begged them to come in. They both had such a great time that they sent letters the whole night through floo powder to get an immediate response. Now Saturday had come and both kids seemed to be unusually energized. Once they met they both greeted each other's parents politely, got their lists and money, and then hurried off.

"Where should we start?" Draco asked eagerly looking everywhere. 

"I recommend going to get our robes now, fewer people getting fitted, that way we won't get mixed up." She said looking over her list. And so they did. Both kids went straight for Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions. The door swung open as they approached it, letting a strong smell of lavender and perfume cling to them.

"Good day, little munchkins." An old Madam Making spoke in her squeaky voice. She was a squat woman dressed all in mauve who was very friendly to her customers, especially first-years. She looked at both of them overtaking in their clothes and faces. Alin took in the shop, from its purple wooden walls to the tall golden-framed mirrors and the silky dresses that floated on their hangers. 

Old Madame Making squinted her eyes, trying to distinguish the exact tone of the girl's dress. Was it forest green or emerald green? Anyway, it brought out her shiny brown hair. A simple pattern yes, but it was summer after all. The woman readjusted her glasses and looked at the boy, both pale as ghosts. His blonde hair fell perfectly, framing his grey-ish eyes and contrasting his grey buttoned-up shirt.

"Hogwarts, is it?" The woman asked, she was short enough to reach eye level with both of them without her purple pumps that clacked on the wooden floors.

"Yes ma'am." Answered Alin. That way both of them were led to the tall mirrors and measured from shoulder to wrist, from ankle to shoulder and along the ribcage and chest by bouncing measuring tapes. Then rang the doorbell as it swung open again.