Celeste Shalom has just turned 11 and is being scent to Hogwarts. Her whole family are Slytherin's and pure blood's causing her to be very confident and proud that she will be a Slytherin.
Her family and the Malfoy's are friends but Draco and Celes...
Celeste woke up with the sun glaring down at her, but she didn't care because today she would go and buy all her supplies!
She got off her bed in her Silk Robes and walked out the door.
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As she walked through the corridor in her fluffy bunny slippers she saw a blonde boy sitting on the couch watching television.
Huh? What were the Malfoy's still doing here?
"Finally, The Lazy Shalom Girl has finally woken up" The boy said teasingly.
"Say's the one that's living in my house right now" Celeste shot back.
Draco got of the coach and snickered, "your wrong we came here early morning with your uncle."
"Uncle came?" Celeste exclaimed excitedly, Her uncle was the closes person to her, she followed everything he said.
Once she said that a tall figure walked up to the duo, The tall man had long dark hair and black long robe.
Severus Snape.
"Uncle!!!" Shouted happily running towards him and hugging him.
"Manner's please Celeste, is that a way to greet your Uncle? Remember your a lady" he replied sternly.
Celeste was about to follow her Uncles orders but was interrupted when her and Draco's parent's stormed in.
"Celeste go on and dress up we will be leaving at 10:00"
Celeste hurried back to to her room and put on a black blouse with a Emerald Green Day skirt and Cardigan.
*Time Pass*
The group walked on the crowded streets in Diagon Alley. "Mother where are we headed next" Celeste asked politely.
"Wands" Her mother replied.
"We've already gotten our's" Draco snorted, "So you have to go by yourself"
"He's right Celeste" Her father informed, "Go on" Shooing her away into the wand shop.
Ollivanders, Ollivanders was the name of the shop.
A magic wand ... this was what Celeste had been really looking forward to.
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair which Wizard's and witches sat on to wait. Celeste felt strangely as though she had entered a very strict library, but she shouldn't....right? She was a future Pure-a-lin, and no one would ever want to talk back to a Pure-a-lin.
She swallowed a lot of new questions which had just occurred to her and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of her neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
