6. With something beautiful, something outstanding, something truly wonderful.
Without thinking I started randomly walking around with a spring in my step gazing curiously at the rainbow shops. I wished I had eight more eyes...there were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver insruments that I had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills and rolls of parchment, potion bottles and globes of the moon. Everything you couldn't think of if you know what I mean. There was a shop with loads of kids around it so I decided to go there first. "Don't go too far darling," dad told me worryingly, "I'll be find dad. Trust me."
And with that I ran, as fast as my skinny legs could carry me, to the shop; it was further away than I estimated but did I care? Nope, not one little itchy witchy tad of a bit! When I got there, all of the other kids were gone so I could see through the gleaming window. When I say this window was gleaming, I mean it was gleaming. In fact it was so gleaming that you would walk into it if you were stupid enough. Inside it there was an object even shinier than the window.I remember thinking that it would blind me if I looked at it too long. In the window there was a broomstick, on the plaque on the handle it read 'nimbus 2000' . I wished I could ask my dad if I could have one but I remembered that on the letter it said that first year students are not allowed to own a broom. Slightly disappointed, I turned around and there was my beloved dad grasping a metal cage in his hand. Inside the, nearly as gleaming as the window, cage was something beautiful, something outstanding, something truly wonderful. Inside this cage was a hazel brown curious eyed owl staring at me. I thought I'd never be happier than I was then.
Holding the cage in my hands walking to the next shop all I could think about was what my owl name could be but I put that aside and decided that I would think about that later. The next shop we went to was Flourish and Blotts. Most shops I've been to have really boring names like 'the perfume shop' but I can remember thinking that this was a really cool name for a shop. There, we bought all of my school books. After that we went to Potages cauldron shop (you could probably guess what that shop sells), then Madam Malkins Clothes for All Occasions to get my robes.
Finally we went to a shop, which I was the most excited about, Ollivanders wand shop. we opened the door, it dinged, and walked in. I remember it like it was yesterday, the shop was tiny, empty except for a single, spindly chair in the corner. Thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it. There was an old man at the counter and before he even said anything he went to all of the boxes and started searching and muttering as if looking for something. After waiting patiently for five minutes we looked up and there he was holding a box which had 'magic wand' written on the lid. He opened it and there was a stick like my dads but completely different. It had swirls on and everything. It was beautiful. The strange man told me to pick it up and flick it, so I did just that and the tip glowed up! It was wonderful. We bought that one and I put it behind my left ear for safekeeping. That day was probably one of the best days of my life.