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" Mother! Father! I'm ready." Yells Angela running down the stairs. " Okay Angel. Calm down." Her father chuckles at the enthusiastic girl.
" Let's go! " He says extending an arm and Angela takes it gladly with her mother spinning in the world of vertex before balancing herself as she felt the ground beneath her legs.
Diagon Alley.
" Teach me that someday, Father. Will you? I will never get used to the feeling." Angela asks making her father chuckle and nod.
On their way, they met many people who Angela wasn't familiar with. At last, they came to another halt infront of the Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
" Ah! Lucius. It's lovely to see you again." Calls her father as a man with long platinum blonde hair appears with a women a bit younger with streaks of white hair between black which looked quite decent.
Angela found herself admiring the women's clothing style. " Ah! This must be young Miss Hazel. I am Lucius Malfoy and this is my dear wife, Narcissa Malfoy." He says and Angela bows to both of them.
" I'm flattered by the manners Mr Hazel. I've had quite hard time to pull that on my son." Narcissa chuckles and everyone follows.
" We were here for her shopping. She's attending Hogwarts so we're bit scheduled. I'll see you in the Ministry Lucius. " Mr Hazel says nodding.
" Oh that's great. Draco is attending Hogwarts too. I'll see you soon. Please allow me? " Asks Lucius. Philip nods again agreeing to their leave.
" Father? If you don't mind me asking, are they a close friend of yours? " Angela asks.
" No hun! He just works at the ministry. That's how I know him. Now, we don't need a bad impression on the pureblood name. Do we? " Her father asks and Angela nods.
" I must warn you though, my daughter. Stay away from mudbloods and half-bloods. Blood traitors are quite alike. Befriends only pureblood Slytherins. Do write a letter when you get sorted in Slytherin. " Her father says and Angela nods.
She couldn't help but notice how her father and other purebloods pull up their nose in disgust when they talk about someone who isn't their level.
Angela sighs.
Her mother noticing it, places an arm on her shoulder. " Angel! Why don't you go get your wand? Ollivanders it is." Her mother says and Angela's face lit up.
