Chapter 3
It was almost a funny coincidence that not only the Rosiers, but also Barty and his mother had decided to go to the Diagon Alley today. You could even call it fate if you believe in something like that.
Barty had no idea who he’ll meet today, but still he was quite excited. Today was the day he would get his own wand! He had dreamed of that since he saw Ollivanders shop for the very first time.
The alley wasn’t new to him. He’s been here multiple times to go shopping with his mother. But it’s still a fascinating place that had lost none of it’s magic within the last years.
The bright colours, the noise, the smells! Everything was so intense and beautiful!
Barty looked into every window they passed and begged his mother over and over again to go into shops that sell nothing an 11 year old boys could need. But they looked so incredibly cool!
At the same time, Evan and Pandora were walking around the Knockturn Alley with their parents. Pandora hated this place even more then their house.
It was filled with creepy people, wierd stuff and she always felt like she shouldn’t be here.
Even didn’t really like it here either. Mostly because it made his sister so uncomfortable. But at the same time he was curious. Curious about all the secrets that are hidden in the dark corners of the already dark shops.
They were standing in front of a store with dusty windows, while they waited for their father to come out again. The twins were used to not being allowed to know certain things. Whatever their father was doing in there was one of those.
But their mother, who waited with them, seemed to get more and more upset. Nervously she stared at the door. And the wrinkles on her forehead got deeper with every minute that passed.
“Evan? Pandora?“, she said at some point, “Why don’t you just go to the Diagon Alley and get some of the thing you need for school? I’ll give you some money“
The twins followed her instruction and stepped into the lighter, louder and yet more comfortable street. Pandora was relieved to finally escape this dark and scary place, but Evan couldn’t help but worry about what took his parents so long.
Now it was finally time! Barty was going to get his very own wand! The smile was glued to his face as he enters Ollivanders shop. His mother stayed at the bookshop, to give him some privacy for his big moment and he was thankful. Because even though he loved his mother, he was happy to be on his own for once.
The shop was just as dusty as it looked from the outside but it didn’t seem abandoned somehow. Barty couldn’t help but marvel over the giant shelves filled with all kinds of wands. Just the thought that one of them was going to be his own made his heart flutter.
„Hello! How can I help you?“
Barty didn’t even see the man, who must be Mr. Ollivander, coming.
„I need a wand“, explained Barty the obvious.
Mr. Ollivander nodded and walked up to one of the shelves and took a light brown wand. He gave it to Barty, who looked at him like he had no idea what to do. Honestly, this was exactly the case.
„Swing it!“, the man said with a kind smile and Barty followed the introduction.
Nothing happened.
For a second Barty was worried, that he did something wrong, but Mr. Ollivander just shrugged and handed him the next wand.
These went on for a while until he was holding a wand made of dark wood with a core of a dragon’s heartstring. This wand felt…different.
He instantly knew that this was going to be the one. And when he swung it, Ollivander knew two. Colorful sparks shot out of it, lighting up the dark shop and Mr. Ollivander nodded knowingly.
So Barty paid and left. While he was stepping out of the shop, he was still looking at his new wand. His own wand. He was so mesmerized that he instantly ran into someone.
”Sorry“, Barty said with a friendly grin, ”I should’ve kept my head up“
”No problem“, the other boy answered, but unlike Barty, he had a rather serious expression on his face.
„Come, Pandora!“, he said to the girl behind him, before they walked right past Barty.
‘They must’ve been siblings, if not even twins‘, he thought to himself. They looked to similar to not be.
The same combination of blonde, almost white, hair and dark brown eyes, which gave them a quite strange appearance.
He looked out for them for the rest of the day, hoping to see some light hair in the corner of a shop, but they seemed to have vanished. It was almost as if his brain made them up.
He didn’t know that two strings, that soon while wrap around eachother, crossed today for the very first time.
And how could he?