I wished he had about eight more eyes... There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon....
Walking down the cobblestone street with professor Mcgonagall at my side was so surreal to me. There were endless witches and wizards selling and shopping. Tiny children in wizards hats running around with ice creams in their hands. Their mouthes covered with the sweet dessert.
At the end of the street, I saw a beautiful white marble building, high above the rest. It was wonderful. Mcgonagall turned to me. "This is where I leave you, I have to go back and teach," she explained "You can swap your money here at gringotts and the school has booked you a room in the leaky cauldron for the next two nights, here is your ticket" she handed me the Hogwarts express ticket and marched out of sight, I could still hear her heals clicking on the street long after she was gone. I waved at the area she had once been and jogged up the stone steps, not looking back.
Entering the building, I noticed some strange creatures serving the customers, I could see plenty of them spying on me out of the corner of their beetle black eyes. I sighted a free desk and sat in front of the creature. Just as I was about to speak, I remembered what it was. The Goblin was about a head shorter than me. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, I noticed, very long fingers and feet. "Do you have a vault?" Asked the goblin "um... No I'm just looking to exchange some muggle money" I replied in what I hoped was a friendly voice...
I quickly paced down the stone steps and back through the busy street moments later with a purse full of galleons, sickles and knuts. Ready, and for the first time, excited to do some shopping.
I bought My school books in Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.
Next I walked into Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary, which was a shop in Diagon Alley which sold potion ingredients. I purchased the beginners kit and ran out the store as fast as I could for the contents in the jars were making me feel a bit sick.
My telescope, scales and glass phials were easy enough to find. I was very happy to have on my winter clothes walking through diagon alley. It was raining very heavily as I stopped at a small café in the corner of the street for some lunch. In all the excitement, I had forgotten how very hungry I was. Ordering from a wizarding menu was an experience in itself, there were things I have never heard of and certainly things I didn't want to try at all.
I guessed that a chicken Caesar salad would be safe enough so I ordered one with a glass of butterbeer, (I had to try it) and sat at a small table in a corner of the room.
Sitting there waiting, I noticed just how strange everyone looked in wizard robes, old people, young people and children all wearing the same style of clothing. The café was packed, you could barely see the green and yellow walls, or notice the little blue tiles, with tiny brown dragons moving on them, breathing fire.
My food arrived, the first thing I did was take a sip of butterbeer. It was amazing, I could feel the warmth filling my body as I sipped. While I was eating my salad, a family of four slipped into the shop, drenched with rain. It looked like both their children were going to Hogwarts too, their arms were full of shopping bags, packed with spell books, quills, ink and parchment. They ordered some food and sat at a table with only three chairs. The mother started walking towards me.
"Hello, sorry to bother you but can we take a chair?" She asked. I was shocked, I knew who this was. "H-Hermione?" I said in a hushed whisper "Oh, yes that's me, so you're muggle born then?" "Yep""Are you a late student by any chance, because muggle born aren't usually in diagon alley at this time of the year?" I could hardly speak, this woman was my idol, I had posters of her in my room as a child! "Yeah I'm meant to be in fourth year" I replied in what I hope was a cool voice "Oh great, so is my daughter Rose my other son Hugo is arriving next year... Rose come over hear!" She called to her daughter. "This is...um... sorry what was your name" "Oh Grace" I replied her eyes flashed with curiosity for a moment, like she knew something I didn't...
Half an hour later, I left the small café and headed down the street towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, it was located at the very end of the street, near Ollivanders. The shop was very pink. Pink cushions, pink rugs, pink stools. It reminded me of my grandma's house with china sets stacked nearly in shelves and cabinets. But my grandma didn't have racks upon racks of different, robes, cloaks and dresses all in different colours, shapes and sizes in her home.
A plump old lady came out form behind the counter. She scanned me up and down and said "Hogwarts dear?" "um...yeah" I replied. She picked out a few robes from the rack and tossed them over her shoulder "Follow me please" I followed her into a small sized room where there was a boy with blonde hair about my age standing on a stool. "About time!" He yelled at the shop owner "I have places to be!"
The sweet smile had vanished from her face. She gave me some robes and gestured towards a small door at the back of the room that I supposed was the changing room.
While I was getting changed all I could think about was how Hermione reacted when I told her my name. There was curiosity In her expression but also caution. She hid it well as she introduced me to Rose but I knew that she was hesitant to speak to me after that.
I left the small changing room moments later with my new robes on. The lady scanned the robes I was wearing from where she was kneeling at the boys feet, pinning up his robes "You will need it hemmed, stand up here." She patted the stool next to the boy with her wrinkly old hand. I stepped up as she was finishing with the boys robes. "If you excuse me, I just have to pick up some pins,"
She left me alone with the boy. "So, what's your name?" He asked "oh...Grace" I replied "I'm Scorpius, Scorpius Malfoy" he added in a mock tone. Of course! I see it now he seemed just like Draco. Pale, blonde and stuck up. "What's your blood status?" He asked me as if uncertain if he could trust me. What do I say, This was a Malfoy. "Um... It appeares I'm a muggle born but I have reasons to think otherwise..." It wasn't exactly a lie, what happened with my dad this morning has been in the back of my mind all day. "So a possible mudblood eh?... You should know that you don't belong at hogwarts, they shouldn't have even bothered bringing you into the late student programme, you will never belong." "How did you know I'm in the late student programme?" I asked " It's not that hard, your a mudblood, you don't look eleven, and hogwarts started ages ago for the other students" "So even respectable pure bloods don't always make it to the school their first try?" I asked sarcastically "How did you know I'm a pureblood?" "Oh it's not that hard... I know all about you and your family Scorpius, them and their pure blood mania. I know how your father wavered when trying to fulfil the dark lord's orders, how he lowered his wand at the sight of his head master, and I know your just the same... A coward!" "Just wait till my father hears about this!" He shot at me. "Like father, like son..." I replied
Just then the shop owner reentered with a handful of pins, Scorpius didn't look at me while his robes were being magically sewn or when he purchased them and left the store. Just as I wanted. He needed to know that I wasn't someone to mess with... Hopefully we won't have any more trouble for a while.
Ollivanders was my last stop. The shop's display consisted of a solitary wand lying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. 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 upon it.
There was no one I could see in the front room. I rang the small brass bell on the countertop and mr. Ollivander himself came out of the shadows. "Would you like a wand today, or just here to make an inquiry?" He asked "I'm actually looking to buy my first wand today." I replied "Ok, ok, what is your name" "Grace" he looked away from me and down at his desk but it seemed like he wasn't actually seeing it, he mumble something that I couldn't quite understand. "Pardon?" I asked "what...oh...right...first wand" he replied
Mr. Ollivander went climbing up a very old looking wooden ladder and took a box from the very Top of a pile "ash and a Dragon heartstring, 12 inches, give it a wave" he said as he presented me with the wand. I waved it and the whole room illuminated with colours of gold and silver. "Do you mind if I try another?" He asked me "Sure" I replied
It went on for almost an hour, Mr. Ollivander would present me with a wand, the room glows and he would take it away again. I thought what was happening was a good sigh from what I've read.
Finally, he reached for the last wand he had stacked on the table. "Cypress and a pheonix feather, 10 and a half inches, you know what to do" I gave the wand a swish and instead of the usual gold and silver colourings, the whole room turned bright blue, I then started levitating off the floor, I could see it was what mr. Ollivander was waiting for, but this time I heard loud and clear what he said "The Prophecy"...