Belisama completely froze in awe at the place. There were lopsided buildings that defied the laws of gravity, all painted in neutral colours that gave the place a welcoming feel. Despite the slightly-chipped paints and old, wooden signs, Diagon Alley had a sense of grandeur. It was truly a wonder to Belisama.
“I’ll show you around!” she almost had forgotten Luna was there. Luna grabbed Belisama’s wrist and began leading her around the place, Belisama stumbling clumsily behind her.
“We should be fast, so we can start training you early,” Luna announced. “So, let’s get your wand first.”
Still tightly gripping onto Belisama’s wrist/shirt sleeve, Luna picked her pace up to a jog. Belisama followed, a little nervously.
The duo reached a little shop to their right with a rounded, wooden sign above reading, “Ollivanders”. Luna pushed open the creaking door and instantly, a warm breeze greeted them both, tousling Belisama’s blonde hair. She nervously pushed it out of her face. The two girls paced carefully into the quiet, seemingly deserted shop, each step sounding ridiculously loud.
“Um…hello? Is anybody here?” Belisama broke the silence. There was the sound of running wheels and an elderly man came up to the front desk, his eyes piercing Belisama and slightly creeping her out.
“Welcome, Miss…” his voice was surprisingly low.
“DesRoches,” she supplied. “It’s French.”
He nodded. It was then that Belisama got a better glimpse of the man. He had grey hair that was a tad spiky, and round glasses that were knocked slightly askew. He deeply reminded Belisama of a mad scientist from a Muggle book she read.
“Wand arm?” he asked. Belisama automatically held out her left arm, seemingly showing off her painted pink nails that matched her faded sweater. She had a slightly worried expression, only to be ten times more worried inside. What if he didn’t have a wand for her? What if she really was a Muggle, just managed to fool everybody into thinking she was a witch? The questions swarmed in a beeline into Belisama’s head and she felt like screaming.
After five minutes of trying different wands, Belisama felt slightly sick. Her worries seemed to be getting closer to reality second by second, and the worry was crashing down on her in huge waves.
“Yes,” the shopkeeper glared at one wand he had just taken out. “Yes, this does seem the type. Miss DesRoches, try this one. Cherry, phoenix feather core. 12 inches.”
As soon as the cherry wand touched Belisama’s hand, a surge of electricity ran through her body. Red sparks flew from the tips, and Luna was beaming.
“There you have it!” cried the shopkeeper. “That wand will be 7 Galleons.”
Luna pressed seven gold coins onto the counter, the money coming from a tiny package in her blue robes. Belisama took the long, thin box from the shop and the two girls left.
“Do you want to check out the pets?” Luna suggested. Having always wanted a pet, Belisama agreed happily, her past worries of not being a witch all thrown away.
They entered another little shop, this time with a honey-yellow interior and little tabby kittens playing cheerfully on the floor. Belisama couldn’t help but smile. Why did they have to be so cute?
When looking around, Belisama felt a scratching at her feet. She looked down at her feet and saw a little, black kitten playing with her shoe laces. It was the cutest thing she had ever seen.
“What I’d give to have this little guy,” she sighed.
Before she knew it, Luna had skipped up to the counter and bought her the cat.
“Exactly how much money do you have in that package?” asked Belisama, cradling the cat in her arms. She had decided to name him Mack.
“Enough,” was Luna’s only reply.
And then, the two girls spent the day shopping. It was a very tiring day, and Belisama was almost glad when it came to an end. She was back in her room in the shabby little pub, which she learned was called The Leaky Cauldron.
“Tomorrow, we’re going to start training. Nothing too hard, just levitating a couple of things. G’night, Sama!”
“G’night, Luna.” Once the door was closed, Belisama let Mack down out of her arms and left him to roam freely. She threw herself onto her bed and quickly took out a first-year book. She read every word continually, making sure to memorize every character. This was going to be the best summer ever.
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