Evelyn Erne - Ravenclaw Nerd

Aunt Grace

Evelyn stared out the car window, recalling the events from the day before. The Ernes had gone to the beach and the movies for Eves birthday. Mr. Erne tried his hardest not to ruin the day for Eve but he was short tempered the whole trip. Mrs. Erne was anxious but put on a smile whenever Eve looked her way. Evelyn could not be fooled; when they had gotten home that night she went to bed "exhausted from all the fun". She could hear Mr. Erne and Mrs. Erne yelling downstairs and had cried herself to sleep.

The car stopped and the Eve hopped out. Before her was an inconspicuous little pub, she could barely make out the sign that said "The Leaky Cauldron" in faded letters. Eve and Alice walked through the old door and Mr. Erne followed, his eyes widened as if struggling to take in the strange atmosphere. Evelyn looked around amazed, seeing with her own eyes what before she had only seen through her mothers.

Suddenly a woman with curly red-brown hair picked up Evelyn and spun her twice around, "My Evelyn, a witch!" she set the surprised Evelyn down and squeezed Alice tight, "Sister you must visit our world more often, you have no excuse now" she smiled exuberantly at Owen, who gave her a slight, uneasy smile in return.

Mr. Erne had never fully trusted Grace, Alice's sister; always felt she was hiding something. From what he had gleaned Grace and Alice had never been close, now he figured it was because Grace was off at Pigwarts while Alice had to stay home and be home-schooled. He wondered if Hoggrowth would turn everyone into a mini Grace.

Grace, however, didn't seem to notice Mr. Ernes contemplation. She excitedly led the family to a brick wall. With several quick taps of her wand the wall reordered itself into a doorway, allowing the foursome to pass.

All at once Eve's senses were flooded with the bustle of the street before her. She had walked through a magic wardrobe, into a whole new world, as if she had jumped into the pages of a familiar book. She saw the things her mother had described to her - peculiar things like cauldrons and cages, brooms and books, and colorful, glittering shops and displays everywhere she looked.

Aunt Grace brought them to Ollivander's. Inside the shop smelled of wood and the roses in the vase on the front desk. The floor was smooth from the traffic it had received, the whole place shone as if someone had scrubbed and polished every shelf. Even the front desk was tidy, with the papers all in a neat stack under a toad paperweight.

A cheery voice came from the back of the shop, "Don't worry, we'll be right with you." A young man walked out from behind a shelf. Somewhere in his early twenties, he had a wand stuck behind his ear and a leather apron with a rag hanging out the pocket. He led a frail old man to Eve. The man was skinny, pale, and covered in age marks but he had bright, cheerful eyes, and a wide toothy smile. "Hello there, I'm Mr. Ollivander, here to help you pick your wand."

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