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Chpter 7: Shopping

When we arrived at Madam Malkins, there were different robes, dresses, and other clothes that we could see from the windows. And I must say, they were spectacular. As soon as we went in, a lady with curly blonde hair, which was in a bun, gilded towards us.

"Welcome, welcome! I assume you need robes for school?" She asked.

"Yes, we need to get for these boys," Mia said, pointing at Adam and James, "and this girl," she said, pointing at me. Ryan already has some.

"Very well. I'll take the girl, and I'll send someone to take the boys," she said taking my arm, and we rushed to one of the rooms. A few seconds later, we saw another woman, which she told to go to the guys.

After we got our robes, we went to get our cauldrons, then our quills and parchment, and now, we're going to get our wands.

"Oliviander is the finest wand maker," Fleamont declared as we walked into his shop. There were small, long boxes everywhere, on shelves. An old man with blonde hair appeared.

"Ah, hello Fleamont. Euphemia," he said, nodding "James, you have grown up very much,"

"Hello to you too, Oliviander. Today we need three wands for Adam, Jenine, and James," she said.

"Of course, I remember Mr.Hill," he said, smiling. "The first wand he tried suited him. Anyways. who wants to go first?"

I looked at James, nodding my head towards him.

"Come, come," Oliviander pulled James forward, and went somewhere. He came back with a box. He gave him the wand.

"Now flick it," He said softly. James flicked the wand, slightly roughly, which was a bit amusing. Boxes flew out of their places.

"Nope, not the right one," Oliviander said hurriedly, taking the wand from him. He got him another one.

James flicked it and we knew that was the perfect wand. 

"Perfect. Now, it's your turn, Miss Hill," Oliviander said, going to get a wand. Once he came back, he gave me the wand.

"It feels uncomfortable," I told him, then flicked the wand. Across the shop, a shelf fell down.

"Not the right one," Oliviander said, snatching it away from me, and getting me another one. I flicked it, and the vase on the table beside us broke.

"Oh dear, I think I know what's coming," He said, wide-eyed. We were all confused. He went to get another wand, but instead came back with four. I tried all of them, but it just kep getting worse and worse. After trying about 48 wands, and the shop almost completely destroyed, I had quite a crowd. Lots of people had come to see what's happening. I even saw Lucius and his family. By now, Oliviander was exhausted, running around trying to find me the perfect wand. After try number 129, he had his thinking face on.

"Aha! I know!," He said. He went into a room, and came back five minutes later. By now the whole Diagon Alley was watching. When he came back, he was holding a black leather box.

"This, Jenine, is a very, and I mean VERY rare wand. There are only three wands like this in the entire world, and they all differed very slightly. But I think this will be good for you," He said, opening the box, and taking out the wand. It was black, and the bottom was thicker than the top. It kind of resembled a cone. But thinner, smaller and longer. He gave it to me.

"Try it," And so I did. I flicked it, and It lifted me up in the air a few feet and twirled me. Everyone watched in awe. "Yes, yes, yes!!!" The wandmaker sang, jumping up. "Oh Miss Hill. Only two wands in the world are similar to this, and now it's yours! They were made by my great great great great great- I don't know how many greats but my ancestor. The three have the same core, It had Merlin's own blood in it!"

My mouth and eyes became the size of plates. Ryan and James have told us about Merlin. Everyone watching started talking amongst themselves.

"Wicked!" James shouted. "So, Oliviander, who has the other two wands?" Everyone quieted down.

"The amazing Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, of course!!"