You Must Be a Prewett

Chapter 5

It's no secret my brother are pranksters, so it's no surprise that before I truly realized what was happening, James and I were following my brothers down the street.

They stopped abruptly in front of a shabby looking store and Gideon  waved his arm in a presenting gesture.

"This is it." He announced.

"Welcome, to the fabulous," Fabian continued.

"The extraordinary,"

"The incredible,"

"Mildred's Extra-Curricular Wizarding Supply Store." They shrieked.

"Or as we like to call it," Gideon whispered to us, "The good old M. E. W. S."

James and I stared at them, as they presented the store as some kind of paradise.

"What?" I finally said.

"I know it looks....erm....."

"Under-ordinary." Fabian finished.

"Right. But it's what's inside that matters." Gideon prompted, after seeing our confused looks.

When our faces don't change, he adds,

"It's not just pranking stuff. She's got gadgets that do unbelievable things!"

"And stuff that'll help you pass any subject!" Fabian cry's.

"Alright," James says unsurely, but before I could say another word, he had walked over to the shop, and pushed open the door.

Inside the shop was a whole other world.

Colorful painted shelves mount the equally colorful walls. The shelves sport a variety of trinkets and other strange looking objects.

"Wow." I breath, and Gideon snorts.

"Welcome to the source of our magic." Fabian says proudly.

"This way!" Gideon snaps at James, who had tried to walk off along the shelves.

The twins push us though the store to the front counter where a younger, thin witch is sitting in a large, rather muggle looking, office chair, her bare feet up on the counter.

As we approach, she looks up. Her eyes widen.

"If it isn't the Prewett boys!" She exclaims, jumping up from her seat, her crazy hair flying.

"Millie! How ya doing?" Fabian asks, leaning against the counter.

"Fine, Business is slow, but I'm fine." She says. "Now how about you? And who are they?"

She gestures to James and I as though we are some sort of pest.

"This is our sister Aria and her sidekick James." Gideon introduces us.

I snort at the comment.

"Anything new?" Fabian asks.

"Well, yes actually. Peter!" Millie calls.

"Coming Mother!" I meek voice responds, and not a second later a short, round boy comes stumbling out of a door behind to Millies chair.

"Peter, I want you to grab those quills that just came in." Millie instructs, pointing to the far corner of the room.

"Right away!" Peter squeaks, before scurrying away.

"We're just gonna look around." I tell my brothers and Millie, before leading  James into the maze of tight shelves.

Iv never seen such a sight. This store has everything. From common prank supplies like Dungbombs, to stuff even James and I have never seen.

"Look at this." James says crouching down next to a product. I crouch down beside him as he examines it.

It's a small tin, with a bright red label plastered to the top.

                     Mildred Original

             Hair Color Mix-Up Gummies

"Wicked." James whispers.

He grabbed a pack and stood up.

Grinning, we made our way around the small store, grabbing as many weird devices, and tins as we could get our hands on.

Purple gloop, that made anyone that touched it faint, bible gum, that made bubble test answers fill in themselves, and quills, that took notes on whatever it heard, were just a few of the incredible supplies we grabbed.

After paying for the stuff James and I leave the store, wave goodbye to my brothers and head down the street to look for the new rover shop, Mum told me the old one had just closed.

We find it easily enough, on the north end of the ally called Madam Malkins.

As we enter the first thing I notice is nothing about the shop it self, but a woman.

She's tall, unnaturally thin, and gives off a stern vibe.

"If you aren't done within the hour, you'll regret  it, hear me boy?!" She shrieks.

A thin boy, with messy black hair, who looks about our age nods miserably.

"Hello there Ma'am." A young, cheerful witch come popping out of the back room, clearly she hadn't heard the woman yelling.

"I'm Madam Malkin, now how can I help you?"

"My son," the woman gesture to her son in a way that would have make you think he was a rat. "Needs robes for school. I'll be just around the corner, Regulus!" She beckons a second, younger boy forward, and, without further discussion, sweeps out of the store, the second boy, trailing behind her.

"Well, hop up on here, I need to take some measurements." Madam Malkin says, and the boy hops up to stand on a platform.

Madam Malkin takes the measurements, before beckoning James up onto the platform.

After taking all three of our measurements she hurries into the back of the store, saying she is going to grab our robes, leaving us three alone.

"I'm James. James Potter." James says.

Why is he doing? I don't want to take to that kid. I don't need that crazy lady coming after me.

"I'm Sirius. Sirius Black." The boy responds.

I sneer.

"So let me guess. Hoping to follow that Slytherin line I suppose?" I say.

Sirius glances to the window of the store, then back to us, nervously.

"No actually. I'm hoping for anything BUT Slytherin." He says.

"That's cool!" James says.

"What?" I begin, but he cuts me off.

"Maybe you can join us in Gryffindor."

"Maybe, if I'm lucky."

Before I could say another word Madam Malkin comes back with our robes.