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XenoLongbottom · 10-20-2011, 08:23 PM

Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it!

Chapter 3

Outside our Hobbit hole, Professor Flitwick told us to take his arms and to hold on tight. We did what we were asked, and suddenly it was dark, and I felt like I was being sucked down a tube.

Finally, when I felt like my lungs would burst from not being able to get air; my large feet touched the ground. I looked around. We were in a dark alley. I turned to my dad. He seemed to be just as disheveled as I was. “What was that?” I asked.

“You just Apparated Bandy. It’s a way of wizard transport, but only grown wizards with licenses can truly do it. He then looked down at my feet and sighed to himself. “This won’t do, not at all.” He then pulled a stick out of his pocket, which I supposed was his wand, spun it, and out of no where I had a pair of tan loafers on my hairy feet. He then transfigured my breeches into strange, blue trousers, which he told me were denim, and replaced my waist coat and tunic with a cottony t-shirt. He then did the same with my dad, and we headed out of the alley, into a place liked id never seen before.

Lights were everywhere. The tallest buildings id ever seen would have surpassed mountains. And there was so much noise; humans everywhere, all taller than I. “Welcome to London,” cried out Professor Flitwick in his squeaky voice.

My dad looked shocked. I suppose London had changed during the past twenty-five years since my father had seen it last.

Professor Flitwick then escorted us to a small pub called The Leaky Cauldron. Dad couldn’t see it apparently, so I had to guide him in. Inside we found a grubby little bar with a toothless old man smiling at us. “Hello Filius, care for a drink?”

He obviously must’ve talking to Professor Flitwick since no one else was there, but Flitwick just simply replied, “Not now Tom. I have to bring this new student and his father in Diagon Alley.”

Tom turned to us; I suppose not realizing we were there since just now, since Professor Flitwick was probably about an inch taller than I. Tom then laughed, “I see you’ve finally found some fellows shorter than you, eh Filly?”

Flitwick smirked slightly and gave a fake chuckle, but truly looked offended. “Yeah,” he finally answered, “I suppose I did. Good day Tom.”

He then brought us to the back of the pub to a brick wall. He touched a certain amount of bricks with his wand, and out of nowhere, the bricks disappeared, and behind was a street grander than the one outside.

Streets filled with humans, all of which I assumed were witches and wizards, They were wearing robes of all different colors and were all standing in front of amazing shops. They one for everything it seemed. I truly couldn’t believe my eyes. All the people were taller than us. I couldn’t help thinking to a time (which was probably 20 minutes ago) when I thought I was tall. Many people looked down at us curiously, but didn’t say anything, afraid to offend us.

Professor Flitwick led us through bookstores, quill shops, parchment stores, a robe shop (in which the owner was utterly bemused by my measurements), and even a pet shop. There I got my new pet owl, named Gwaihir, who was a great eagle of legend. My owl was small like me, and I was glad that I got a small one as well, or I’d probably be terrified of my own pet.

While we were buying these things, Professor Flitwick explained to Dad and I about how the school had funds made for students who didn’t have money for supplies. Since there was no currency in the middle of the mountains (we traded goods), that sounded just about right.

Finally, we went to the wand shop. I read the sign. It said; Ollivander’s Established 382 B.C. I didn’t know how long ago that was, but I knew it was a long time ago.

We stepped inside, and Professor Flitwick cried out in his squeaky voice, “Mr. Ollivander!”

Then, a man on a rolling ladder came around the corner. He had big orb-like eyes with wisps of white hair. He towered over me; well I suppose everyone towered over me.

“Aww… Mr. Gardner, I knew you’d be coming soon.”

I gulped. Could he predict the future?

“Now, I remember giving your mum her wand. Natalie Ports; Acacia wood, unicorn hair. Now, how is she?”

I stared at him, not sure what to say. I turned to Dad, whose merry face was looking depressed. “She passed twenty-two years ago.”

Ollivander stared at him, “Shame. I apologize, sir. Now, Mr. Gardner, hold out your wand hand.”

I stared at him curiously and finally said with hesitation, “Well, I’m right-handed.”

“Perfect.” He then took out a tape measure and it began to, by it I might add, measuring me in strange places, like the length of my pinky and the space in between my nostrils. After Ollivander got the tape measure back, ke shook his head. “Odd measurements,” he stated, “Are you sure your human dear boy?” He then laughed.

I was about to tell him I wasn’t all human until I saw Flitwick’s look of warning.

Then, Mr. Ollivander went into a back room, and returned with probably about a dozen boxes. He took the top box and said, “Acacia wood, 8 ½ inches, dragon heartstring.”

I stared at it, and then gave it a flick. I heard a bang behind me; my dad’s curly brown hair was aflame. Professor Flitwick quickly pulled out his wand and made water pour out of the tip. So now my dad was soaked, Mr. Ollivander looked rather tired, and I was truly embarrassed. Then Mr. Ollivander gave me another one and told me the wand type. That one got all of the wands in the pile land all over the room. Soon a pile was creating itself in the corner of the room of wands that apparently did not want to be my friends.

Finally though, Mr. Ollivander gave me a wand and said, “I never expect this one to sell, but it might work with you. It is cherry wood, 5 ½ inches, and unicorn hair. Let’s give it a wave.”

Nervously, I picked it up, and I suddenly felt warmth in my hands, and red sparks flew out of it. At this, Ollivander smiled, and took it from me and wrapped it in brown paper. I heard Flitwick clapping behind me and Dad smiled reassuringly at me. I smiled back.

Finally we had finished our shopping. When we finally returned home, Flitwick grinned at me and waved. “See you in September Bandy! I hope you’re in Ravenclaw!”

I waved back, even though I was confused on what Ravenclaw was. “See you then Professor!”

With that, I closed the circular door and sat in our cave, hardly being able to wait until the summer was over.

10-20-2011, 08:23 PM	#15 (permalink)
XenoLongbottom Jarvey Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: Oceanic Flight 815 Posts: 558 Ministry RPG Name: Tabitha Mason International Cooperation	Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it! Chapter 3 Outside our Hobbit hole, Professor Flitwick told us to take his arms and to hold on tight. We did what we were asked, and suddenly it was dark, and I felt like I was being sucked down a tube. Finally, when I felt like my lungs would burst from not being able to get air; my large feet touched the ground. I looked around. We were in a dark alley. I turned to my dad. He seemed to be just as disheveled as I was. “What was that?” I asked. “You just Apparated Bandy. It’s a way of wizard transport, but only grown wizards with licenses can truly do it. He then looked down at my feet and sighed to himself. “This won’t do, not at all.” He then pulled a stick out of his pocket, which I supposed was his wand, spun it, and out of no where I had a pair of tan loafers on my hairy feet. He then transfigured my breeches into strange, blue trousers, which he told me were denim, and replaced my waist coat and tunic with a cottony t-shirt. He then did the same with my dad, and we headed out of the alley, into a place liked id never seen before. Lights were everywhere. The tallest buildings id ever seen would have surpassed mountains. And there was so much noise; humans everywhere, all taller than I. “Welcome to London,” cried out Professor Flitwick in his squeaky voice. My dad looked shocked. I suppose London had changed during the past twenty-five years since my father had seen it last. Professor Flitwick then escorted us to a small pub called The Leaky Cauldron. Dad couldn’t see it apparently, so I had to guide him in. Inside we found a grubby little bar with a toothless old man smiling at us. “Hello Filius, care for a drink?” He obviously must’ve talking to Professor Flitwick since no one else was there, but Flitwick just simply replied, “Not now Tom. I have to bring this new student and his father in Diagon Alley.” Tom turned to us; I suppose not realizing we were there since just now, since Professor Flitwick was probably about an inch taller than I. Tom then laughed, “I see you’ve finally found some fellows shorter than you, eh Filly?” Flitwick smirked slightly and gave a fake chuckle, but truly looked offended. “Yeah,” he finally answered, “I suppose I did. Good day Tom.” He then brought us to the back of the pub to a brick wall. He touched a certain amount of bricks with his wand, and out of nowhere, the bricks disappeared, and behind was a street grander than the one outside. Streets filled with humans, all of which I assumed were witches and wizards, They were wearing robes of all different colors and were all standing in front of amazing shops. They one for everything it seemed. I truly couldn’t believe my eyes. All the people were taller than us. I couldn’t help thinking to a time (which was probably 20 minutes ago) when I thought I was tall. Many people looked down at us curiously, but didn’t say anything, afraid to offend us. Professor Flitwick led us through bookstores, quill shops, parchment stores, a robe shop (in which the owner was utterly bemused by my measurements), and even a pet shop. There I got my new pet owl, named Gwaihir, who was a great eagle of legend. My owl was small like me, and I was glad that I got a small one as well, or I’d probably be terrified of my own pet. While we were buying these things, Professor Flitwick explained to Dad and I about how the school had funds made for students who didn’t have money for supplies. Since there was no currency in the middle of the mountains (we traded goods), that sounded just about right. Finally, we went to the wand shop. I read the sign. It said; Ollivander’s Established 382 B.C. I didn’t know how long ago that was, but I knew it was a long time ago. We stepped inside, and Professor Flitwick cried out in his squeaky voice, “Mr. Ollivander!” Then, a man on a rolling ladder came around the corner. He had big orb-like eyes with wisps of white hair. He towered over me; well I suppose everyone towered over me. “Aww… Mr. Gardner, I knew you’d be coming soon.” I gulped. Could he predict the future? “Now, I remember giving your mum her wand. Natalie Ports; Acacia wood, unicorn hair. Now, how is she?” I stared at him, not sure what to say. I turned to Dad, whose merry face was looking depressed. “She passed twenty-two years ago.” Ollivander stared at him, “Shame. I apologize, sir. Now, Mr. Gardner, hold out your wand hand.” I stared at him curiously and finally said with hesitation, “Well, I’m right-handed.” “Perfect.” He then took out a tape measure and it began to, by it I might add, measuring me in strange places, like the length of my pinky and the space in between my nostrils. After Ollivander got the tape measure back, ke shook his head. “Odd measurements,” he stated, “Are you sure your human dear boy?” He then laughed. I was about to tell him I wasn’t all human until I saw Flitwick’s look of warning. Then, Mr. Ollivander went into a back room, and returned with probably about a dozen boxes. He took the top box and said, “Acacia wood, 8 ½ inches, dragon heartstring.” I stared at it, and then gave it a flick. I heard a bang behind me; my dad’s curly brown hair was aflame. Professor Flitwick quickly pulled out his wand and made water pour out of the tip. So now my dad was soaked, Mr. Ollivander looked rather tired, and I was truly embarrassed. Then Mr. Ollivander gave me another one and told me the wand type. That one got all of the wands in the pile land all over the room. Soon a pile was creating itself in the corner of the room of wands that apparently did not want to be my friends. Finally though, Mr. Ollivander gave me a wand and said, “I never expect this one to sell, but it might work with you. It is cherry wood, 5 ½ inches, and unicorn hair. Let’s give it a wave.” Nervously, I picked it up, and I suddenly felt warmth in my hands, and red sparks flew out of it. At this, Ollivander smiled, and took it from me and wrapped it in brown paper. I heard Flitwick clapping behind me and Dad smiled reassuringly at me. I smiled back. Finally we had finished our shopping. When we finally returned home, Flitwick grinned at me and waved. “See you in September Bandy! I hope you’re in Ravenclaw!” I waved back, even though I was confused on what Ravenclaw was. “See you then Professor!” With that, I closed the circular door and sat in our cave, hardly being able to wait until the summer was over. Last edited by XenoLongbottom; 11-04-2011 at 07:11 PM. Reason: grammar mistake! (Don't tell anyone)