The Art Of Magic.

Chapter #3: The Slytherin.

My owl nipped at my hair, I giggled, and held out my hand for him to perch on my fingers. He sat there, and looked at me. "Okay, mister owl, up next on my list, is a wand." I said to the owl. He bobbed his head up and down.
" what should I call y..." I began, but stopped when I was suddenly knocked down hard, landing on my message bag, and hit the back of my head against the concrete.

I sat up, putting my hand against my head. I looked straight, shaking my head. My hair was blazing red. Who ever did this was in a world of hurt.
"What the he..." I bellowed, until I saw a long, white hand, reached out for me to grab. I did so, reclaimed my place on my feet, and saw my hero, and my knock down post.
My hair went black, and I felt warm, when noticing a tall, slender boy retrieving my bag.
He was tall, pale, and had shaggy black hair, tucked under a green beanie. He wore a green and white plaid shirt....wait....green and White!?I suddenly remembered what those colors represent. I froze, and backed away. He smiled, flashing perfectly white, straight teeth.... He...he's....
"your, sly...Slytherin." I asked panicky. He laughed.
"No, I'm Oliver. And you are?" He asked reaching me a hand...I stared at him..what did he want from me? My soul?
"Are you alright?" He continued.
I snapped back to reality. I ignored the hand, and in panic.
"My owl! Have you seen my owl?" I bellowed. I look back and forth, pushing through the crowd, searching for any sign of my owl. The boy followed me.
" Hey! I have your owl!" He yelled. I stop, and look back, and there, the boy had the owl, cupped safely in his white hands. He handed the owl, and my messaging bag to me.
"Thanks." I say shamefully.
" no problem. Sorry for knocking you down back there." He says back.
"It wasn't your fault." I continue
"Where you headed?" He asks.
I pull my bag over my shoulder, and retrieved my list. I now needed a wand. I looked up at him, then scoped our surroundings, for a store that gave any clues of wands. I looked down, and shook my head.
"Do you know anywhere I could find a wand?" I asked pathetically.
He grinned, and reached out and grabbed my hand.
"Right this way." He said, pulling me towards the crowd.

He pulled me through wooden doors.
Instantly, the smell of the store reminds me of my grandma. Old dusty books, lemon and rosemary, moth balls, and the taste of history, that lingered in the air.
An old man, with fuzzy, white hair approached us.
"Are you here seeking one of my, hand crafted, one of a kind, wands?" He asked in a dark tone. He squinted his eyes, looking me over. I shifted nervously, and slid closer to the Slytherin.
"Yes. Do you have any available for her?" Oliver asked.
The old man chuckled. He made his way through the library of wands, leaving me to fend for myself against whatever this Slytherin wanted.

"So....what's your name?" Oliver asked me.
His blue green eyes were starring at me. I looked away. My cheeks felt warm.
"Sariah..." I answer.
" You must be a first year. This is my second year. Hogwarts is crazy at first, especially in potions, but you'll get the hang of it! My parents loved their time at school! How bout yours?" He continued.
I froze, my parents are muggles.
"I'm muggle born...my parents are muggles, and so is the rest of my family..." I said quickly.
It went quiet.
He just looked at me like I was a mandrake. In disgust.
"Eh, we can't always be perfect." He said awkwardly.
He's not gonna kill me!? I smiled.

" Bloody hell! Your hair just changed colors!" He said.
I blushed.  And tried to think happy thoughts. He gasped again.
"What!?" I asked.
"It changed again!" He continued.
He was really amazed. He's a wizard, and he's acting like it's the weirdest thing he's seen.

"It changes when my emotions change...right now, its red, because your getting on my nerves..." I said cleverly. He laughed.

"We're going to be great friends." He chuckled.
What? Me... Friends with a Slytherin...absolutely not!..
I looked up to say something. I saw his beautiful eyes, and looked back down.
"Your hair." He said "it's pink."