Pierce Jackson [ON HOLD]

Gringotts and Shopping

The place was huge. Small and, quite frankly, unattractive people were sitting in organized rows. There was a desk in the middle at the far end of the hall. I'm guessing that's where I'm supposed to introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Pierce Black."

The goblin, whatever Harry called them, looked up from his stack of paper. He looked at me in disbelief. It wasn't pleasant; he looked quite hostile.

"Key?"

I handed the key to him. He examined it for a while, which felt like an eternity.

"Vault 711." He said after the long pause.

I looked over to see Goblin gesturing me to follow him. I didn't want to follow him, yet did I have a choice?

The ride towards the vault was long, extremely long. I mean, I'm ADHD, the ride felt twice as long than it should have been. I'm just joking. The ride was so fast I started getting carsick real quick; I might have thrown up if it weren't for the abrupt stop. We had arrived. I felt like kissing the ground. I missed you ground; I shall forever respect walking from now on.

I was greeted by and extremely large vault; was this my family vault? It was HUGE! The goblin unlocked the vault using the key I've previously given him, and as soon as it was open an audible sigh of awe escaped my mouth. There was gold, everywhere. So much gold. I could give this to mom; our lives would change for the better.

"Is it correct to assume that you are not aware of how wizarding currency works?' The goblin asked me.

I nodded, confirming his belief to be true.

"Alright; the bronze one are knuts, silver ones are sickles and gold ones are galleons. There are 29 knuts to a sickle and 17 sickles to a galleon. That is all there is to it. I shall let you do as you desire as I wait outside."

"Thanks!"

Now, most people would carefully count everything and make sure I have enough for everything. I think I've already settled on the fact that I'm not most people. I grabbed everything and stuffed them into the bag Albus had given me. The bag quickly filled up and we took the ride back so I could go buy the supplies.

Shopping time it was.

After about 45 minutes of browsing and buying, I glanced at the list and at the stack of books in my cauldron; that seems about it. I never want to do that again. Dyslexia sucks. I've gotten practically all of my equipment, which was in my suitcase, and I'm holding my cauldron which was over boarding with books stacked in there.

"Looks like I need my robes and my wand." I mumbled.

Now where was this Ollivanders? I really wanted my wand. I turned left and right, and at some moments I thought I was going up and down too. When I was about to finally give up and look for Madame Malkin's shop for dress robes, Ollivanders stood before me in all of its glory. Bingo.

I entered cautiously, looking around. The place was decorated by a bunch of boxes stacked in a messy fashion, completely out of order. Suddenly and old man appeared out of nowhere. 

"Ah, miss Black! Welcome, welcome."

Did he know me?

"Aha... hi, Mr...? Umm, could I please get a wand?" I awkwardly asked. Great way to start a conversation Pierce.

"I'm Garrick Ollivander. My dear, you can't just ask for a wand, you have to ask for YOUR wand. You don't get to chose the wand; the wand chooses you."

What in the name of-

"How about you try this wand: 10 inches, black locust with a core of unicorn hair, reasonably springy." He handed me a stick, which was darkly colored with elegant carvings. "Come on now, give it a swing!"

And so I did, much to my regret. Paper flew everywhere. This might take a while.

CRASH! There goes that beautiful window.

"No to that one!" Ollivander whipped the wand out of my hands. That was the eighth too.

He handed me a wand, and as soon as my hand came in contact with it, it felt so right.

"10 ¼ inches, springy, blackberry wood and a core made from a Pegasus' feather."

The wand was of a medium tone and it was intricately carved. I stared at it in awe; it was perfect. I gave it a swish and sea green sparks flew out.

"That's the one my dear! You have found your wand!"

I smiled warmly. Finally, I found you.