CHAPTER SIX:
DIAGON ALLEY
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DAISY THOUGHT SHE WAS DREAMING.
Professor McGonagall explained that's how almost everyone feels upon first arriving at Diagon Alley, but Daisy couldn't believe her eyes.
Cobblestone ground lined the street, littered with shops crammed together on all sides. Daisy made out shops for broomsticks -- could people fly in the wizarding world? -- and another called Eeylops Owl Emporium, where hoots could be heard echoing just above the bustling chatter. She spotted a packed ice cream shop, a shop filled with robes, another with telescopes and other sorts of silver and gold instruments Daisy didn't know the names of.
"Mummy, please, can I get the Nimbus 2000?"
"Father, look at this. I'm going to add it to my collection."
Daisy spotted windows lined with strange animal insides -- bat stomachs, unicorn horns, and spleens, eyes -- and books, quills, ink holders, rolls of parchment, big and small poison bottles alike, globes of the moon and different planets...
"Thank you for taking me here," Daisy looked up at Professor McGonagall, heart swelling at the woman's face. Without her, she'd be at home with her family...who had practically disowned her. "I wouldn't be here without you. There's no way my family would've come. Do you always take kids to Diagon Alley?"
Professor McGonagall pointed to a robe shop. "Through here, we have to get your school robes fitted. I'll get your books. And, yes, though, I only take muggleborns as pureblood families come here often. And I only take the families on the first trip. Show them how to access Diagon Alley for themselves so I need not be there again. You, however," she gave Daisy a sympathetic look, "are a familiar case. I can help you again next year, but odds are you'll make friends they can take you. Now, in you scoot. Tell them your name and they'll get you fitted. After, meet me out here. I'll get your books. Tell them to put it on 'Hogwarts Funding.'"
"'Hogwarts Funding,'" Daisy nodded. "Got it, thank you, Professor."
Professor McGonagall didn't say another word and Daisy didn't ask another question. Instead, she turned into the shop, Madame Malkin's, nerves tugging at her insides.
"Another Hogwarts student?" A voice spoke from the back of the shop. "You're about the twentieth one today. Busy season, I suppose."
"Sorry, ma'am," Daisy replied cautiously. "Professor McGonagall said to put it on the Hogwarts fund?"
"No worries, dear," the woman responded, poking out from the back of the shop, a big smile on her face. Small and squat, her face was rounded into a heart shape and she dressed all in pale purple. "Come 'round to the back, we'll get you sorted."
Daisy followed the woman and stood on a small round footstool. Next to her, on another stool, stood a boy a couple of years older than her, with a bright smile and light brown hair.
"You said, Professor McGonagall?" The boy asked as Madam Malkin waved her wand around Daisy, the robes fitting to her arms and waist.
"Yes," Daisy replied shyly.
"She's brilliant," the boy offered, giving her a friendly smile. "I'm Cedric, by the way. Going into my fourth year. Are you a first year?"
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DURSLEY ― harry potter
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