Chapter 2: Meeting New Friends
Dez's P.O.V.:
After arriving at Diagon Alley, I walked into a tiny, cluttered shop that read Madame Malkin's. There were stacks and piles of clothes lying in neat piles organizing themselves as I passed by. Some measuring tape was folding itself up: seeing me, it scuttled away making high-pitched whimpering noises. Pins lay neatly in a clear plastic box, and when you approached, them hummed happily, as if in anticipation.
When I was through observing every detail of the interesting store, I shyly approached a short, thin young witch. She smiled kindly at me upon my approach. "How may I help you, dear?"
"Err--I need clothes for Hogwarts," I whispered so quietly that I barely heard myself. She must have been used to shy students though, because she just smiled and told me to follow her. She immediately started to pin the robes to my size. Or so I thought.
When I looked back---carefully, so as to not accidentally get jabbed by needles, I saw she was scrutinizing me closely, as the pins did their work my magic. I stifled a gasp, and smiled shyly, looking forward again with a small smile, instead.
As I was having my robes fitted, a slightly older boy with messy midnight black hair and mischievous hazel eyes came in to get robes as well. Not that I was watching. "Hold up your arms, dear. My, you are going to have a figure like your Mother, dear," she said kindly.
"Thank you," I said shyly. I never knew what to say when people complimented me.
"Hey," The boy's voice said.
"Hi," I mumbled without turning, a light blush suffusing my cheeks. I already knew where this was going. He probably had seen me with my Mom and wanted her autograph. He was a teenager. Boys! Sighing, I said, "I'll get a signed picture for you when Chloe, my Mom, gets back."
"I-wait, what?" Confusion was written all over his face as I finally turned to face him.
"Isn't that what you want?" I jumped down from the stool, turning to look for my Mum.
"No," he said taken aback. "I was going to ask if this is year first year going to Hogwarts---"
"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm just used to people trying to use me to get to my Mum."
"Same here. Or rather my Father."
"How so?"
"Seriously," he asked. I just gave him a what look. "I'm James Sirius Potter." He gave me what he must have considered, and was admittedly, a rather dashing smile and wink, which only infuriated Desiree.
"Am I supposed to be impressed," I scoffed
"Well, Kind of," he said, confused.
"Well, news flash Mr. Potter: I'm not impressed! I don't know who you are, and I couldn't care less," I said waving my arms around to demonstrate my point better
"Good!"
"Good!"
We were both breathing rather heavily and---dare I say it----unattractively [well as unattractive as two attractive young people can look]. Through white rimmed nostrils at this point. Red faced, fists balled, ears practically steaming: we must have been quite an attractive sight!
"There you are dear," said a pretty redheaded woman. When I say red, I mean fire-truck red. But it suited her. She was towing a slightly smaller replica of the boy next to me---James was it--and a little vivacious duplicate of herself.
The little girl was happily bouncing around; pulling her mother more than her mother was pulling her, honestly. I took an instant liking to her. Her brother looked quiet and studious: He looked like a sweet boy, though insecure boy unlike his elder brother.
Just then, my Mother swept into the room. 'Oh Merlin,' I thought, rather helplessly. 'Here we go again!'
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Desiree David & the Goblet of Fire
Hayran KurguAt the age of eleven, Desiree David is surprised to learn that she has magic. That doesn't mean that she isn't a powerful witch, just like her father was, however. She has always wondered who her father was, and she wonders if she may learn at Hog...
