Chapter 499 - Mr. Ollivander (1/2)
After their enjoyable evening, they had returned to the Leaky Cauldron and had gone straight to bed. The following morning after breakfast in the nearby café the three of them returned to check and make sure that all their shrunken parcels were in their bags. Rowan would unshrink them once they returned to Cokeworth.
They led Petunia through the seedy bar and out back. Petunia warily glanced at the wall until Rowan took out her wand and tapped the bricks to open Diagon Alley. The hole widens until a large archway forms leading to a cobbled street on the other side.
On the other side the sun shines brightly on a stack of cauldrons for sale. Petunia blinks and much like Rowan did the first time wrinkled her nose at the apothecary scent from nearby. ”Well, I suppose it's magical enough,” Petunia sniffed. ”But really what is that horrid scent?”
”Trust me, you don't want to know,” Rowan muttered as they led her through Diagon Alley.
Petunia stared in obvious fascination of the people as she muttered, ”It's like stepping back into Rowan shrugs and says, ”Tell me about it. But you'll sadly get used to it overtime.” Petunia looks vaguely alarmed at that but continues to look around.
Andrew kept up a lively commentary pointing everything out as they headed over to their next stop Flourish and Blotts book shop. Petunia instantly brightened up at the sheer size of the store filled with countless books. ”There book filing system is frankly terrible, but they've got wonderous things in here provided you can find them,” Rowan muttered.
”So, have you given any thought to what I said before?” Rowan asked as they began to skim through the books.
”Well, I first have to successfully get a food permit and proper certification,” Petunia said with a flush. ”Despite your utmost confidence in me, Row, and offering to be the pastry shop's investor, I'd like to at least attend culinary school first.”
”Just think on it,” Rowan suggested. ”I think there's a large potentially untapped market.”
”I know,” Petunia rolled her eyes, before happily finding a wizarding cookbook for which to compare traditional normal people recipes.
Leaving Andrew alone with Petunia, Rowan whispers that she has an errand to run and will meet up with later in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Andrew does not protest as he eagerly begins to chat with his gorgeous crush. He knew that Rowan was being an excellent wingman and he owed her a favor for it.
Rowan halted in front of an old shop that she had only once been there before. Typically, most wizards unless they had children never returned to this particular shop. The peeling gold-letter sign still reads, ”Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.” In the dusty window, a single wand is placed on a faded purple cushion to emphasize the shop's single purpose.
The hanging doorbell rings as Rowan steps inside of the shop. The shop still looks the same with a single counter and a bench. The rest of the shop is cluttered with hundreds of thin boxes that almost reach to the very ceiling. The solemn feeling still permeates through the shop along with a good dusting of dust.