"It's beautiful!" Mum gawks. "Just like I remember."
We're walking down the crowded, disheveled streets of Diagon Alley on our way to Gringotts to get money, apparently this world has different currency. Man! I only just got used to English currency, which is kinda boring, at least in Australia every note is a completely different colour- and you could tell them apart.
We make our way through the large, snow-white doors of Gringotts and into a very fancy-looking foyer, if you could call it that, looks more like a ballroom really. My parents steer me towards a creepy looking thing with a large pointed nose. I look at mum, she sees the question in my eyes. "These are goblins." She whispers to me, with the joy sparkling amongst the flecks of her blue eyes. "Very smart creatures who can use wandless magic."
"Alright family. Let's go get your supplies." Dad says as he grabs the currency, something called galloons, sickies and nuts? Why would nuts be a currency?
"Now it's 17 sickles to a galleon, 29 knuts to a sickle. Remember that, honey, it'll come in handy." Dad says as he hands over a small red, velvet pouch. That's what they're called! Man, I was way off! "This should last you the entire year, don't go spending it all at once."
"You can guarantee that." I say as I lug the hefty pouch with me. I look over the requirements list. "Alright, first thing I need is a wand from ... Ollivundeers?"
Mum chuckles. "That's Ollivander's you silly, he's the best wand maker ever. I've seen the wands he's created, gorgeous they are."
"Oh!" I squeak.
The little bell chimes as we walk through the door to Ollivander's, everyone must've been earlier in the day as we're the only ones in there. Now this place is cool, every inch of wall is decked out in small thin boxes, that hold wands I'm guessing. This Ollivander dude must've been busy as there are empty boxes lying on the floor, some with wands still in them. Out of nowhere an old man with scraggly white hair comes out, his face perks up when he sees us.
"Aah, if it isn't the Gidget's, how lovely to see you again after so long."
"Ollivander, nice to see you as always."
"This must be Chelsea then?" He asks as we make our way to the counter, careful not to step on any of the boxes. I nod my head to his question, and shake his hand. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Missy, you have some very kind parents. Now I presume you're here for a wand."
Nodding my head again he walks over to one of the walls and starts grabbing boxes. "Wonderful!" He says delighted, climbing back down the ladder and over to us.
Taking the lids off the boxes and spreading them onto the counter, he looks at me eagerly. "Well don't be afraid, try one out."
I pick up the one in the middle, it's kinda short and stubby with a pale wood. "This is always my favourite part." Ollivander tells my parents as I grip the wand in my hand, with a flick of my wrist half a dozen boxes fly off the shelf. I quickly place the wand back in the box. "Hmm, don't worry, very rare to get the right wand on the first try. Second one is always a charm." He says encouragingly.
Picking up the next wand, this one is similar, except it's got a leaf hanging off it and has a more oaky tone to it. When I flick it this time, instead of boxes flying off the shelf, the wand flies out of my hand. "Def'nitley not the one." I say putting it back.
"Oh, you have an Australian accent?" He says interested, this shocked me. I didn't expect him to ask that, most people just kinda ignore it.
"Yeah, I was born in Australia."
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Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)
FanfictionChelsea Gidget was like any other 'ordinary' girl, until a special package full of some very peculiar books arrive on her doorstep. Little does Chelsea know that these books are a part of something much bigger than the many adventurous stories that...
