Petite Witch: Pt. 2
Father was humming happily to himself as we walked down the alley. We passed by shops with names like Flourish and Blotts, Eeylops Owl Emporium and Magical Menagerie, and an ice cream parlor that Father promised me we would come back for a cone when we came back.
"Where else do we need to go?" I asked.
We were passing by the marble building and I noticed a small creature at the top of the stairs.
"Well I've been thinking for a while now that you need to occupy yourself with something during the summer," he talked and waved to a few old time wizards passing by. "An old friend of mine mentioned to me a few years back that he's needed some help around his shop."
We went around a curve and saw a sign hanging to the side South Side Diagon Alley. The buildings looked a lot older and for some reason it gave me the creeps. I saw the building with huge lettering The Daily Prophet, which I assumed was the newspaper stand. More shops like Second-Hand Robes and The Junk Shop wer
The Petite Witch Pt 1
Trip to Diagon Alley
Finally at quarter to three the bell rang, a huge wave of middle schoolers came out the doors and went in different directions. It was the last day of the term; everyone was looking foreward to their summer break. I walked down the path and searched for Father through the crowds of my classmates. I was able to notice Father waiting by the curb.He was smiling and lightly kissed my cheeks hello.
"I need to run some errands at London," he said as we walked to a bus station, "Your mother ran out of Flobberworm Mucas and Horklumo Juice for that Herbicide potion she wants to make."
I asked, "So then we're going to that part of London?"
He grinned back, "A good treat for you."
I grinned. Father is a wizard and Mum is a witch. Our house is just as normal as anyone else in the Muggle neighborhood (non magic folk). But my folks are clever and they think it is amusing to have things floating in the halls. Father and Mother are always going to L