Wands & Brooms

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Hogwarts. The premiere school for aspiring young witches and wizards. I was practically bursting with excitement when I was mailed the acceptance letter, though I wasn't expecting it at all. I live in an orphanage, and I don't exactly feel welcome there (no one does), so it also came as a relief. I've decided to run away and buy my school supplies, so I'm packing the little possessions I own into a shabby old backpack. I quietly open the window and climb out onto the fire escape, which makes a huge creaking noise, and I see the warden's light click on. I run down as the front door opens. Shoot, I'm spotted. I can hear the warden's yelling as I dash down the street. I glance down at my letter to look at the directions to get to "Diagon Alley," the place where I'm to buy my supplies. I fish into my pockets and pull out a ten pound note and some loose change. I sigh. I hope it will be enough to pay for my items. I approach a building called the Leaky Caldron. The entrance to Diagon Alley is supposed to be behind it. I look at my letter again. It says to tap a combination on the brick wall. I tapped it as listed, and the bricks moved, leaving an entryway into Diagon Alley.

The first thing on the supply list included in the letter was a robe. I looked around, spotting a sign that says Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. I enter slowly and ring the bell on the front desk. A frazzled looking woman comes out from a back room.

"Uh, I-I'm here to get robes for Hogwarts," I say a little nervously.

The woman nods. "Of course, what size?"

"Uh..uhm.. maybe an adult small?"

"Of course."

The woman leaves and comes back moments later with a black robe.

"Here you are. That will be fourteen galleons."

I look at her confused. "Galleons? I only have this," I say as I pull out the ten pound note.

Just as the woman was about to say something, a boy with shaggy back hair and round glasses comes in with a stained and torn robe in his arms. "Hello, Madam Malkin. I was wondering if you could mend this for me.. last year was-" He laughs. "Interesting."

The woman, Madam Malkin, sighs. "I knew you were going to be trouble, Mr. Potter."

The boy only smiles. He seems to notice me for the first time, and extends his hand to shake. "Hi! I'm Harry Potter. Who are you?"

"I-I'm Rosalynn Evermoor." I say as I shake his hand. I look back at Madam Malkin. "What's wrong with my money?" I ask her.

"This is muggle currency." She says.

"Muggle currency?" I ask.

The boy, Harry, shoves his hand deep in his pocket and pulls out fourteen gold coins. "These are galleons," he says. "Here." He hands them to me.

"Thanks," I say, my cheeks reddening. I hand the galleons to Madam Malkin, she takes them, and Harry hands her his torn robe.

"Is it ok if I come back to pick it up in an hour?" he asks.

Madam Malkin nods. Harry and I walk to the store. "Will you be a first year?" Harry asks me. I nod. "I'll be a second year". He says.

He brushes a lock of hair out of his eyes revealing a small lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"Uhm, what happened to your head..." I ask.

He sighs. "So basically when I was a child my parents were erm, killed. They were killed by a dark wizard, his name was erm uh Voldemort." he paused "-Wait, you didn't flinch?"

"N-noo... was I supposed to have?" I respond.

"No... umm, anyway," he says, changing the subject, "Where are you going next?"