It was barely afternoon, the sun's light shone quietly over the grey and brown buildings that hung overhead. The pungent smell of what was called, Diagon Alley, was strong, stinging and defiling the boy's poor nostrils. He clutched both his hands to cover his nose screaming and complaining quietly to his beautiful Mother that walked so straight and proper that it would make an angel jealous. Her heels clicked on the pavement beneath.
"Oh Dear! Edward please don't be so dramatic!" She said looking towards her tall-for-a-eleven-year-old son with her glass-like silver eyes.
"Yes Ma'am..." Edward said quietly letting go of his nose that now burned a bright pink, Mother shook her head letting out a small chuckle.
She stopped bringing her small cart to slow down, inside the cart sat all the required items for Edward to have at the start of his new school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had been accepted only a few weeks before due to being revealed to be magical just like his dear mother, Lucy. The headmaster himself had owled a letter that read,

Dear Sir Edwards,
In addition to my previous owl, you will find the mandatory Supply List, required to ensure that your schooling goes smoothly.
This check list has been enchanted so that it updates itself after each purchase. After the last item acquired, you will be invited to participate in the Sorting Ceremony.
SUPPLIES
Supplies
A wand;
A remembrall;
A cauldron (standard tin model, size 2);
A box of glass or crystal phials;
Copper scales.
These purchases as a whole can be done at the shops on Diagon Alley, in London.
Clothes
Three (black) plain work robes, standard model;
A pointed hat (black);
A pair of protective gloves;
A winter cloak (black with silver fastenings).
All clothes should carry pupil’s name tags.
Books
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger;
Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk;
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling;
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble;
Hogwarts, A History by Garius Tomkink;
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot;
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.
Parents are reminded that first years are not allowed their own broomstick.

They had gotten every last thing on the list that he had needed, they had gone to many stores, each, Edward thought, more curious than the other. They were at there last destination, for the last item, A Wand at Ollivanders. Mother smiled sweetly, revealing her enchanting smile, she turned to look at Edward.
"Are you excited Sweety? Almost every wizard and witch gets their wand from Ollivanders!" She pushed a stubborn piece of curly scarlet hair back up in her up-do that sat beneath her large white hat.
"Why do we need wands?" Edward asked his dark eyes sparkling with curiosity as his mother from beneath his brown top-hat.
"You see my Sunchild, wands help wizards control and store their magic so they may direct it properly, there is such thing as wandless magic, but only really strong wizards and witches have this ability."
"Then I'm Excited," He said smiling revealing his sweet smile like his mother despite the gap between his two large front teeth.
"Great!" She said taking her son's hand, her pale one in contrast with his sun-kissed one.
They walked into the crowded store, there was high shelves filled with millions if not billions of boxes and papers.
"Guests! Customers! Welcome!" yelled a small stout man with stringy white hair, and small glasses climbing down a ladder. "I never ever forget a customer, let's see..."
He approached the two, adjusting his glasses, Mother gave him a friendly smile genuine, Edward observed his mother and tried to create a smile only creating a very odd smile with too much teeth and no genuine feeling.
"Hmmm... Fiery red hair, silver eyes, pale skin, pink lips.... Dranes? No! No!... Jen?.... No! No! Wait! That's it! Lucy Love?"
"Yes dear Ollivander, it's Lucy Love," she said holding her two white gloved hands together.
"Yes, Miss Love, very sweet girl, and... Who is this?" He said adjusting his glasses too look at Edward.
"Ollivander, this is my son Edward Sam Edwards," She said pushing Edward forward by his shoulders.
"Hello, How do you do?" Edward said trying to sound as adult-ish as he could sticking out his right hand sticking his nose up, making a laugh protrude from the old man.
"Splendid, nice to meet you Sir Edwards," he said shaking his hand. "Wonderful boy. Let's see what we can do..."
And with that Ollivander disappeared down the hallways. It went on quite a bit, Ollivander would bring a wand, no luck. It took longer than it was supposed to, the old man grumbled.
"Difficult customer... Here we are!" He said holding a beautifully decorated wand. "25,5 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather, inflexible, good for energetic wielders, will lose loyalty if owner becomes lazy."
Edward took the wand, once again accidentally holding it the wrong way around. Ollivander quickly flipped the wand around, then the wand shone a bright beautiful light. The wand had chose him.