I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan

Diagon Alley

"Emma, you can't read while you walk. How will you see where you're going?"

"Sorry mum. I just need to refresh my memory." I said.

"Emma you don't need to know all of this yet. You'll learn it in class" dad reminded me.

"I know, but I want to get a head start."

"Emma. Put the book down.":

"Fine." I said, reluctently putting down my book.

"Let's go get your wand." 

We walked into Ollivander's. A dusty old shop where all the first years get their wands.

"Hello Eliza. Abban. Is this your daughter? Seems like only yesterday you were choosing your own wand." Olivander remarked, staring off into space.

"Everything seems like yesterday to you. You just have a great memory." mum said.

Ollivander turned to me. "Which is your wand arm?"

"My right." I answered.

He measured the length of my arm, then walked around the shelves and shelves of rectangular boxes he had behind the desk.

He pulled one out, "How about, this one."

He handed me the wand it contained. I picked it up, and gave it a wave.

A wind blew through the room making papers fly everywhere.

"Nope." he said, taking the wand back.

He handed me another one. This one made a flower on his desk shrivel up.

"Nope."

After about four different wands I was begginning to worry. Until he paused, looking at one of the boxes on the shelves.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not sure, but let's give it a try."

He handed me the wand. This one brought the flower back to life and changed the color to a stunning deep blue.

"Yes. Perfect. Pear wood, dragon heartstring core, 11 inches."

Mum thanked him, payed, and we left.

We went to the pet shop.

"What kind of pet are you looking for?"

"An owl please."

She led me to where the owl's were. I looked at them all, and I stopped at one particular owl. It was blue with a pink tint on it's feathers. 

"Wow." I marveled.

"Ah. This one's a very rare breed. Quick flyer too. Should deliver your letters at least a day faster than regualar owls. Also very sweet."

"I like him."

Mum payed her for the owl and I carried him outside in his cage.

"What are you going to name him?" dad asked.

"Hmm... splash. I don't know why.. I just think it suits him."

"Alright,."

We got the rest of my supplies, stopped for icecream, and went back home.