𝖲𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌|~𝒟.𝑀

9

As Hagrid and I finished gathering all my supplies, the vibrant chaos of Diagon Alley seemed to slow down, allowing me to absorb every detail of this magical place. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a golden glow that made the cobblestone streets shimmer as if sprinkled with fairy dust. The air was alive with the sounds of excited chatter, the clinking of cauldrons, and the occasional burst of laughter from a nearby shop.

"Right then," Hagrid said, his deep voice resonating with warmth and excitement. "Time to get yer owl. Follow me."

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes shooting open as my jaw is practically now on the floor. "Did you just say I am going to get..an owl?" I asked, shocked by this new set of news.

Hagrid chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Aye, that's right! Every student needs a way to send and receive letters, and an owl is the best way to do it. Plus, they're wonderful companions."

I could hardly believe it. An owl of my own! My mind raced with the possibilities as we continued through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley. The excitement and nerves mixed together, making my heart pound with anticipation.

We made our way through the winding streets to Eeylops Owl Emporium, a charming shop that seemed to buzz with an energy all its own. The large windows were filled with the silhouettes of owls, each one perched gracefully as if posing for a portrait. The moment we stepped inside, I was enveloped by the soft rustling of feathers and the gentle hoots that created a symphony of nature's music. The shop had a cozy, almost enchanting atmosphere, with the scent of fresh hay and the occasional flutter of wings adding to the magic.

Inside, the dim light filtered through the wooden beams, casting intricate shadows on the floor. Rows upon rows of owls sat in their cages or on perches, each one more magnificent than the last. There were regal snowy owls with their pristine white feathers, elegant barn owls with their heart-shaped faces, and even tiny, curious pygmy owls that blinked at me with wide, inquisitive eyes. Each owl seemed to have its own unique personality, and I felt a sense of awe and wonder as I walked among them.

"Take yer time, now," Hagrid encouraged, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "Find the one that speaks to ya."

Glancing around the room at all the creatures, that's when I saw it. Perched quietly at the back, a sleek, midnight-black owl with piercing orange eyes. It was the same owl that had shown up in my room, delivering me my letter of acceptance into Hogwarts. The owl tilted its head, as if it recognized me immediately.

I slowly approached the perch where a stunning dark owl sat, its piercing orange eyes locking onto mine. There was an immediate connection, much like the one I had felt when I found my wand. The owl tilted its head, studying me with a wise and almost knowing expression, as if it could see into my very soul.

"Hello there," I whispered, reaching out a hand. The owl stepped onto my arm with a graceful hop like it had done the night it showed up into my room, feeling its feathers soft and warm against my skin. I could feel the steady heartbeat of the owl, a comforting rhythm that matched my own.

"Looks like you've found yer friend," Hagrid said, his smile broadening. "A midnight-black owl, eh? They're known for their loyalty and intelligence. A fine choice."

I couldn't help but smile as I gently stroked the owl's feathers. "I'll call you Astra," I decided, the name feeling just right. Astra hooted softly in response, as if approving of the name.

With Astra perched proudly on my arm, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me. I had my supplies, my wand, and now my owl. The journey to Hogwarts was just beginning.

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With my new companion securely perched in a cage, we made our way back through Diagon Alley. The streets were now bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the magical lamps flickering to life and casting an ethereal light on the cobblestones. My heart swelled with a mix of excitement and anticipation for the journey ahead.
Soon, we arrived at King's Cross Station, the hustle and bustle of people contrasting sharply with the magical world I was about to fully step into. Hagrid led me to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, a seemingly solid wall that concealed the entrance to Platform 9 3/4.
"Where do I go..?" I asked as confusion laced my voice
Hagrid chuckled, "Now, all ye have to do is walk straight at the barrier," Hagrid instructed, his voice reassuring. "Don't be afraid, it'll let ye through."
Furrowing my brows in confusion and Taking a deep breath, I clutched my owl's cage tightly and pushed my trolley towards the barrier. Just as I was about to collide with the wall, it melted away, revealing a bustling platform filled with witches and wizards, all preparing to board the Hogwarts Express. The scarlet steam engine stood proudly, its whistle echoing through the air, signaling the start of my magical journey.
"Wow.." I muttered at the amusement of magic
I turned to Hagrid, my eyes wide with wonder. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude and excitement.
"Off ye go, Kasseya," Hagrid said with a warm smile. "Yer adventure's just beginning."

Hey guys! Sorry this was so short it was kinda just a filler, but now Kasseya is on her way to Hogwarts! Buckle up!