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The next morning, Lucinda stood at the grand doors of the Singh manor, her dark curls perfectly framed by the gleaming morning light. She wore a sleek black coat with silver accents, and her eyes shimmered with excitement she rarely let others see. Today, they were going to Diagon Alley. She had read about the legendary magical shopping street, but the thought of seeing it for herself stirred something inside her--especially knowing that the new world of Hogwarts awaited her.

Her mother, Adele, appeared beside her, dressed in her own elegant robes, radiating a subtle power. "Ready, my love?" she asked with a smile, though the edge in her tone showed she knew her daughter had already been prepared.  Lucinda nodded, and with a crack, her father, Silas, had Apparated beside them, along with her aunt Periwinkle and uncle Felix. The family quickly gathered, each one casting small glances at Lucinda, as if silently confirming that she was indeed growing up, ready to enter a new phase of life.

In another instant, they Apparated, landing with ease on the bustling cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley. The air was alive with the murmur of witches and wizards, the laughter of children, and the occasional flurry of magic as an owl swooped down to deliver a letter.

Lucinda took it all in, the sights and sounds making her feel more awake than ever. "First stop," her mother announced, guiding Lucinda to a tall shop with a sign swinging above the door: Flourish and Blotts. Inside, the shelves were crammed with books of every size and color, from standard Hogwarts textbooks to thick volumes bound in leather and stamped with gold letters.

The scent of parchment and ink filled the air, and Lucinda felt herself drawn to the shelves like a magnet. She picked up the standard books first: The Standard Book of Spells (Year 4), A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, Intermediate Potions, and A History of Magic. Each book seemed to hum with magic as she stacked them, her excitement building.

But as she reached for her final book, a glimmer on a high shelf caught her eye. It was an old book, its cover shades of all blues and inlaid with silver symbols. Harnessing Inner Magic: A Witch's Guide to Control and Mastery. Something about it called to her, as though it held secrets she needed to uncover. She plucked it from the shelf, feeling its weight in her hands, and tucked it under her arm.mShe'd need it if she had a prayer of controlling her magic.

As she stepped up to the counter, her aunt Periwinkle gave her an approving nod. "A wise choice," she murmured, glancing at the book Lucinda had chosen. Lucinda noticed the glint of pride in her aunt's eyes, and she felt a rush of warmth. With her books packed into an enchanted bag that Felix carried for her, they moved to the next stop, one Lucinda had been looking forward to: Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The shop was dimly lit, with shelves towering up to the ceiling, each crammed with boxes of wands. Mr. Ollivander himself, an older man with silvery hair and a wise, almost mystical expression, stepped out from the back. His gaze landed on Lucinda, and he tilted his head as if sensing something about her. "A new student for Hogwarts, I presume?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. Lucinda nodded, meeting his gaze with her usual calm.

"Let's see." Ollivander said, his voice soft and thoughtful as he began pulling boxes down. "I have a feeling... yes, let's start with hawthorn and unicorn hair, twelve inches, rather springy."  Lucinda took the wand, feeling a surge of magic, but it was faint, as though the wand was not quite right. She shook her head, and Mr. Ollivander nodded, already reaching for another. They tried a handful of wands-some closer, some farther from what felt "right." Just as Lucinda started to wonder if there was one meant for her, Ollivander's eyes gleamed with an idea. He reached for a box tucked away at the very back of the shelf, as though he hadn't opened it in years.

"This one is unique," he said, a strange reverence in his voice. "Blackthorn wood, twelve and a half inches. with a core of mermaid hair." Lucinda took the wand.  The moment her fingers touched the wood, a thrill of magic rushed through her, like cool water surging through her veins and she could suddenly hear a crash of waves in her ears and smell the salty ocean mist. The wand responded immediately, the tip sparking with a bold, eerie, blue glow. Mr. Ollivander's eyes widened in shock and something like awe.

"Extraordinary," he murmured, as though speaking to himself. "Mermaid hair is rare and... challenging to work with. Only a select few can control it. This wand has been waiting."

Lucinda held it firmly, feeling its power resonate with hers. She smiled-a sweet, dangerous smile-and nodded. "It's perfect," she said simply. After Ollivander's wonder-struck farewell, the family headed down the street until Adele spotted an elegant shop, its windows displaying robes lined with intricate embroidery and cloaks trimmed in silver.

Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was an exclusive establishment, and as they stepped inside, Lucinda could tell they would find what she needed.  The interior was posh, with racks of high- quality fabric, enchanted to shimmer and move with subtle magic. A shop assistant rushed over immediately, noting the power radiating from the family and the gleam in Lucinda's eye.

Madame Malkin herself assisted Lucinda, fitting her with tailored robes of the finest, materials, trimmed with delicate silver thread. She tried on sleek lace black gloves, a matching cloak with a subtle sheen, and a deep green dress with intricate designs that looked almost ike leaves in a midnight forest. When she stepped out of the dressing room, her family nodded in approval, her mother's pride especially obvious. "You'll be the best-dressed witch at Hogwarts," Felix remarked with a chuckle, which made Lucinda smile her most charming smile.

Finally, they made their way to the Magical Menagerie, a shop filled with the sounds of squawking, chirping, and even a few low growls. Lucinda's eyes scanned the various creatures until she reached the back, where a cage held something she hadn't expected-a tiny dragon, nestled in a pile of straw, its scalesa shimmering blue with flecks of silver and gold. The baby dragon looked up at her, its bright eyes curious, and let out a soft, almost purring growl. Lucinda felt an immediate connection, an instinctive pull toward the little creature. She knelt beside the cage, her gaze softening. Her mother laughed softly, a rare, warm sound. "Well, it seems our Lucinda has found her familiar."

Students who attended Hogwarts were supposed to acquire a rat, a toad, an owl, or a cat. But when had rules ever stopped Lucinda from doing whatever she wanted?

The shopkeeper hesitated but, sensing the family's power and influence, nodded in agreement. "This one is young," he said, "but dragons make loyal companions for those who can handle them." Lucinda reached into the cage, and the dragon nuzzled her hand. She stroked his scales, already feeling a deep bond forming. "lIl name
him Nyx," she decided, her voice soft with affection.

Her family watched in amusement, and even Felix, who was rarely sentimental, couldn't help but smile. "He suits you, Lucinda," he said with approval. "A fierce companion for a fierce witch."

As they left the menagerie, with Nyx in a specially enchanted case, they made their way to The Leaky Cauldron for lunch. Settling in around a table, they ordered butterbeers and a feast of roast chicken, potatoes, and fresh bread. Lucinda sipped her butterbeer, feeling warmth spread through her. She felt ready- ready for Hogwarts, for whatever challenges would come, and for the new adventure waiting just beyond. Her family laughed and chatted around her, and Lucinda looked around, feeling grateful.