Chapter 17 - 17. diagon alley pt2 (1/2)
After the trip to the bank they all moved along to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Ryan with his shoulders slumped in defeat as he listened to everyone laugh about his poor performance with the carts and giving everyone a menacing stare that could probably put Medusa to shame. Nothing he could do about it.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
”Hogwarts, dears?” she said, when Ryan started to speak. they all nodded and Luna and Ryan went to stand on the podium to get fitted for cloaks I've never really been a fan of cloaks but I'll learn how to properly make them billow and swoosh since I have to wear them. it was odd being fitted for clothes he was more used to things like Walmart and such man so much easier but he was practically drooling looking at the dragonhide dueling jackets they reminded him a bit of the devil may cry jacket worn by Dante he will have to get one at some point maybe buy one from the shop so his parents don't throw a fit about a 1200 galleon jacket which is about 12000 pounds or close to $16000 insane amounts he could afford it but it would pretty much spend close to 3 years worth of work money it wasn't worth it he needed seeds and maybe some rare items and books he didn't know about its hard to buy things in the shop if you don't know what to really buy he needed to check the bookstore later. after getting poked and prodded for a good 30 minutes they left with shrunken bags of clothes such a useful spell I need to learn it.They stopped to buy parchment and quills. he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote They bought their school books in a shop called 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. He spent a hefty amount on books about potions and plants some books on dueling and combat related magic and a pretty penny on an auror combat manual showing the do's and don'ts of fighting criminal scum nothing too nasty all those books were at nockturn alley he would get some later. loaded down with shrunken books the resumed their quest for stoof the headed to the potioneering shop, they bought a set of pewter cauldrons he even saw the solid gold cauldron harry wanted in the book they got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. this was the second place fan fictions come into play if he is correct he put on his most snobbish my father will hear about this face and walked right up to the counter and asked for 2 slytherin 1st year specials. the shopkeeper looked at him and quickly got 2 books about tips and tricks for potioneering every slytherin gets since Snape started teaching and 2 sets of brand new fresh ingredients much more than what was on the school list wrapped them up charged them and went on his way. After Ryan turned around everyone was looking at him funny again.
Ryan: What?
Everyone just shook their head and left. what came next he was rather hopeful for Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Ryan now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face cause he knew he just messed with fate and snagged a 1 up on Ole Harry for the best owl. but he will make it up to him he has a few plans for Harry.
NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE BEST PART
A magic wand... this was what Ryan 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 B.C. 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. Ryan felt strangely as though he had entered a very strict library; if anyone looked at Ryan now they woukd oddly think he looked kind of like a rapidly vibrating Chihuahua that's about to pee himself out of sheer excitment but noone said anything instead they looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic. Good afternoon, said a soft voice. Ryan jumped and swung a wild haymayker in the direction of the voice barely missing the man.
Ryan: sorry habit.
he rubbed his head and looked a little ashamed.
everyone sweat dropped who has habits like that they internally thought.
An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
”Hello,” said Ryan awkwardly
Ollivander smiled kindly and waved them towards the counter while Luna grabbed onto his hand and skipped along beside him.
Ollivander: you must be very excited for your wand you magic is practically screaming in exhilaration I wonder what kind of things we shall see today isn't that right miss lovegood
Luna: mhm!
Ollivander: well ladies first then