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Chapter 2 Part 2 - Diagon Alley - Jazz's POV

Jazz's POV

When we got to Diagon Alley, we had to decide who was going with whom. It ended up being that Draco went with Father to get our school supplies. Draco turned round and sneered at me before walking away from us. My reaction? Poking my tongue out at him, acting childish at him just to suit myself. I felt a slight tap on my shoulder and I turned my head slightly to see Mother standing there, apparently not impressed by my behaviour. “You should’ve just let your Father deal with him,” I heard her mutter in my direction. I glared at her, shrugging my shoulders before sauntering of in a general direction of Olivanders Wand Shop.

Olivanders shop was too quiet for my liking as there were no other customers in the shop, besides Mother and me. Row upon row of shelves that held boxes containing wands, were covered in dust and made the appearance look like there hadn’t been anyone in the shop for a good few years. “Hello? Anyone here?” I called out, walking up to the counter and looking around the other side. Nothing from what I could see. 

“May I help you?”, Someone spoke in my ear, making me jump. “Hogwarts? First Year? Looking for a new wand?” I cautiously turned around, eyeing up the guy in front of me now. I scuttled slightly away from the guy, embarresed yet annoyed that this guy had just creeped up on me for no reason. I shot a glance at my mother but she was busy staring out the window.  “Olivander, Maker of Fine Wands for Witches and Wizards”

I shrugged, “Can’t we get on with this? I think I have places to be today,” He just looked at me, not impressed before nodding slightly and disappearing behind the counter to where the almighty wands lay in boxes covered in dust.

The whole process took a while, because of how many wands I had to try out. I felt, rather stupid standing there holding a bit of wood that did practically nothing in my hand. That was, until I felt this wand; An Elm, 10 inches with dragon heartstring but inflexible. It turns out that I’m completely a dragon heartstring girl. This wand completely warmed up my hand and I almost dropped the wand due to shock of the heat generated.

Olivander nodded in approval at me and then told us how much it costs. I wasn’t surprised at all with this price. Nothing unusual.  Mother brought over my pouch of money, handed over a few galleons, a lot of knuts and a few sickles. It was a lot of money to say goodbye to but for a decent wand, you’ve got to pay a decent price.

“Mother? I would like to know, Why does Draco hate me so? I haven’t done anything wrong..” I questioned her, with a sickly sweet voice. I wasn’t curious. Draco hated me and I him. But what reason was there to be a feud as such?

“Well, darling,” She started, placing a hand on my shoulder. I tried not to shrug it off. “Maybe you could just be slightly special to us and he doesn’t like it,” Mother cast a look to Olivander, who was still standing there, looking on and listening in. “Isn’t there work you could be doing?” She shot at him, narrowing her eyes as she always does. Mother guided me out of the door, without a backwards glance to the wand-seller.

As I stepped out, I turned back to Mother to make sure she had hold of the wand. I couldn’t be carrying things if I had to be trying things out. But then I happen to bump into a girl, who seemed to be roughly around the same age as me. It had to be her fault, she could’ve atleast said something so I could step out of her way. Filthy.. scum.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” I said it right in her face, with as much as coldness as I could possibly muster. She just stood there, gawping at me. “Humph…”

She seems to stutter a small reply of sorry and I push past her following Mother down the street, staying some distance behind her. I glance quickly back to check on the girl, but I only see her disappear into Olivanders. Not that I cared, of course.

I peer into various windows, checking out what they have to be selling and whether I could quickly sneak into one, but as always, Mother turns around at the incorrect moment.

“Jasmine! Come on! We have to meet your brother and Father outside Madame Malkins before we can go,” Mother calls, causing me to glare rudely at her. I pushed some of my hair that had fallen in front of my eyes and carried on, walking at my own casual pace. I wasn’t going to put up with her nonsense.

“Jasmine!” Mother hissed at me. I hadn’t realized we had reached Madame Malkins and I bumped into her by mistake. I grumbled a low “Sorry” before letting her go inside. I went to follow, but a boy with black hair and round glasses, came out pretty sharpish after mother had entered and he bumped straight into me. Into me!

Mother dragged me to the back of the store where the robe fittings were taking place. A boy was here, standing with his arms dangling by his side and black hair just looking messy. I cast an eye over him, before waiting behind Madame Malkin. It didn’t seem be taking her long and before I knew it, Madame Malkin had patted his arm and told him to get of the podium with a quick, “You’re done dear,” and a sigh of relief.

I take my place on the podium, expecting Madame Malkin to start taking measurements, but she’s of somewhere, getting my school robes. Instead, the tools are magically taking my size while I stand there looking like a fool. Then, probably to make me feel even worse and making me squirm under this knowledge, I notice a girl enter the shop and I quietly grumble. She looked similar from before, but I couldn’t be quite sure.

The girl from earlier walked past me, I didn’t acknowledge her. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of her grabbing my attention. She seemed like a Muggle, and Muggles don’t have a place in my world.

Malkin returned to her position beside me, accidently stabbing me in the process. She seemed to find this highly amusing, giving a small “Whoops” with a slightly chuckle as a response. I grumbled, wishing time to fly past, and I got my request. As soon as I knew it, I was free to get out the shop. I let Mother pay for my items. I stepped outside the shop and stood with Draco and Father. Mother joined us, glancing in my direction before turning to look at the other couple that I hadn’t noticed until now. “… I work closely with the Minister of Magic” I tuned into what Father was saying to this other couple.

Father had his hand on Draco’s shoulder, as if they were posing for a family photograph. Highly unlikely ever to happen. I nudged Father, with a meaningful glare in the opposite direction and he must have taken the hint. We left soon after.