Blood Status

Y1- Preparation

The whole ordeal was quite hard to get a grasp of, but Michelle and her mother decided to search and see if this wasn't just some odd prank.

After searching for about an hour, to their surprise, Michelle and her mother found Diagon Alley, which the instructions stated had all the stores needed for her school supplies. Seeing as this was real, and not in fact, some weird joke, they had begun to search for the listed supplies and such.

They had first stopped by Gringotts Wizarding Bank to exchange their pounds into galleons, sickles, and knuts. Her mother exchanged a small conversation with one of the goblins working there, and managed to set up a small bank account, so that they could store the left-over wizarding money, as they normally wouldn't use it. They then went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to find the Hogwarts uniform. First year uniforms were all black and had the Hogwarts logo/emblem on the tie, opposed to all the differently coloured ones, as these students didn't belong to any of the houses yet.

Michelle's mom had given her a few galleons and gone to look at owls in the shop just across from Madam Malkin's, the Eeylops Owl Emporium, since she obviously wanted to keep in touch. The dirty blonde haired girl had looked through some racks, and decided to scan the store while she was at it.

In one corner of the room was a bleach blonde boy getting fitted for his uniform, and another boy with raven black hair talking to him. Michelle caught hints of their conversation, or rather, hints of what the blonde boy was saying, as the raven haired boy didn't seem to want to speak much. She heard the blonde boy mention "I know I'll be in Slytherinm all of our family have been- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" and wondered what was so horrible about the Hufflepuff house, and then heard him say " I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families." and decided it was time to leave that side of the store, as the blonde boy was now starring daggers at her.

"Hey you! You're a mudblood, right?" he asked rudely, before getting stared down by Madam Malkin, who seemed shocked at his use in language.

Michelle had ignored him and gone looking at robe sizes, when she accidentally bumped into someone, and fell backwards.

"I'm sorry!" the other person quickly responded, lending a hand to the fallen over girl. "My names Hermione Granger. And that woman that led you in here was your mother right? My parents are also Muggles. I read a lot about the wizarding world in the past few months, and people like us are seen as "inferior", assuming you're also muggleborn? I heard that boy talking to you as if you were. Oh! Or are you a half-blood? Wait! I forgot to ask your name sorry!" the messy haired girl ranted, blushing slightly towards the end.

Michelle laughed slightly, taking Hermione's hand and pulling herself up. "My name's Michelle Robinson, and to answer your question, yes I am also muggleborn."

"Your accent! Are you not from London?"

"I was born in Canada. I moved here a few years ago due to my dad's work." Hermione nodded, and then her eyes lit up, as she remembered something.

"By the way you were watching them, I'm guessing you didn't know that was Harry Potter." she said, motioning at the raven haired boy who was now exiting the clothing store, "He' supposed to be in our class!I read many books on the wizarding world to make sure I'm prepared for my time at Hogwarts, and I learned that he was a child when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, an extremely powerful and evil wizard, tried to kill him, using the killing spell, but he somehow lived and defeated the Dark Lord. He's a sort of wizard prodigy."

Michelle noted that Hermione was quite talkative and definitely wasn't a light reader, but also that she seems to want to prove herself, which would make sense assuming what she said about muggleborns was true, which seemed highly probable.

The two girls chatted for a bit longer, about how crazy it is that magic is real and such, until Hermione had to leave. The two said their good-byes and hopes of seeing each other again. Michelle went up to the counter with her needed clothes, which were three plain work robes, one plain pointed hat, one pair of protective gloves, and one winter cloak.

Madame Malkin gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for that boy's behaviour. He's from a well known pureblood family and I'm afraid he hasn't been raised better. And if you were wondering, 'mudblood' is a term referring to how muggleborn witches and wizards have impure blood, but I wouldn't let it get to you."

The girl gave her a kind smile and replied, "I won't. I have better things to worry about." and payed for her clothing. She left with a wave and joined her mother, who now had an dark brown owl in a cage, and a cauldron filled with textbooks and various other items, which definitely was enchanted to be able to fit everything.

There was only one thing left on the list: the wand. The two females walked over to a rather old looking store called Ollivander's. The inside was all dusty and run-down, and there were shelves upon shelves of boxes that contained what they assumed to be wands.

Ollivander eventually got to them, and after a few attempts, broken vases, and almost heart attacks to her mother, a wand finally worked for Michelle. It was a yew wood wand with a unicorn hair core, 13 3/4'', and the flexibility was light and easy to swish around. It definitely felt right in her hand, and it almost seemed as if it understood how she worked. They paid and generously thanked Ollivander, and set off back home. There was, after all, still a good month before they had to set off for King's Cross Station.