What a nice day, a little tiring although I wouldn't admit it even for a galleon, but still a nice day.
And I still don't have it. Maybe my hands seem busy enough, don't worry my mind isn't.
I'm finishing my ice cream - Raspberry flavoured soft one - and my eyes are pretty alert. Some supplies from the list are still to be obtained but I think mom understood my urgency.
It's not like I didn't give her any clues. By asking her questions about her own. Admiring from afar the beautiful facade of this olive-colored shop. Speaking of how much I can't wait to learn the spells...

Finally, while we were in the queue in front of Florean Fortescue's, my ears heard a nice and sweet melody from Mom:
- All right, so... now we have your wardrobe, your books, your potion materials, she was checking my list with a quill, soon an ice cream... she said, visibly joking, her eyes turning furtively to me before going back to the list, I think we could go to Ollivander's afterwards, what do you think?

She obviously knew what I thought. But even if I wanted to affect nonchalance, I couldn't. My eyes sparkled as my face suddenly turned towards her. A look on my face silently asking "reallyyyy?".
She couldn't help either and laughed. My laughter joins hers as we move forward in line.
So it's decided: the next step is the long-awaited purchase of my dear wand.

Now that my ice cream has met its terrible fate, that my palate and my stomach are fully satisfied, my feet are leading us both to this mythical shop.
Suddenly my heart stops. Do you know why? Mom just stopped. Why?!
My rather worried eyes shifted to her as I stood in the middle of the street, and noticed Mom waving at a witch and her children.
I realize pretty quickly that mom saw an acquaintance just at the worst time. Pff...
I reluctantly follow mum as she walks over to her friend who she "hasn't seen in a decaaade!"

Mom, I love you, but I'm sure, like many adults, you exaggerate.
As we get closer, I notice that I do not recognize the woman and even less her children. I greet them politely even though part of me just wants to say, "Mom, can I go? Can I go to the store? I'll be quick, I promise!"
But I wasn't raised that way. So I try to stay calm and polite.

4 and a half minutes have passed - I know, I counted in my head - and mom and her friend still seem to be getting along, talking fast and laughing. Finally, mom turns to me for a very brief moment, as if reconnecting with reality:
- Oh honey, why don't you go there alone? I'm waiting for you here, don't worry.
The look on her face is so adorable, so sweet like a child asking permission to stay a little longer with her friend that I just open my eyes wider and nod - a little relieved actually and quite proud she let me go alone.
She nods appreciatively and quickly opens her purse to give me a galleon without looking clearly, her attention turned to her friend.

I wait no longer and turn on my heels.

As I stand in front of the large wooden door, a brief hesitation overtakes me and I half turn to Mom. I have a feeling that what's going to happen in this shop, the encounter with my wand, makes my witchy adventure even more real.

@August Turner

INTERACTING Reducio @Hailey Cochran

AUGUST TURNER

MENTIONING Reducio

With only a few days to go before Hogwarts began, August's father had decided today was the day he would take his son to Diagon Alley for school supplies. August couldn't have been more excited. He had been looking forward to this day for weeks, ever since the initial excitement of receiving his Hogwarts letter had settled in. It was warm outside, the summer weather would hopefully stick around another few weeks before giving way to autumn.

August walked alongside his father down the alley. They had already bought most of his supplies. His books, robes, cauldron, and such necessities had already been purchased. He had practically begged his father to consider buying him a pet to take with him to school, but his father had refused. He told the young boy that if he really wanted a pet, he had to earn one first. That meant something like being sorted into the right house (Slytherin) or getting the right grades (straight O's). Hopefully he'd be able to get a pet in the coming months, but it was impossible to tell what his father was thinking.

"Well son," his father began. "I do believe all we must still do is get you a wand, am I correct?" August didn't even bother looking down at the school supply list gripped tightly in his left hand. "Yes father, you're right." If his father asked him if he was correct, he wasn't truly asking. He only wished for his son to agree that he was right.

The duo turned into Ollivanders, ready to find a wand for August. "Now then, getting one's wand for the first time is quite the momentous occasion. I will wait outside for you, son. Come straight out when you have finished in here and show me your new wand." His father placed a galleon in his palm and walked out of the store without another word. Glad that he was allowed to do this one thing on his own, August began to walk forward to meet Ollivander at the counter, but before he made it, the door opened again.

August turned back, worried his father had reconsidered and decided he wanted to accompany August inside the shop, but it was only a young girl about his own age. He half turned again, but stopped. If his father had been with him, he would have said that it was better mannered to let the girl go in front of him. Turning back to her once more, he gave her a little half smile and said, "You can go before me, if you want. It's your first year too, I reckon?"

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A chime rang perfectly as I pushed the door open and entered this highly anticipated boutique.
I hadn't realized how loud it was outside until I walk in, the door closing softly behind me. The calm and cozy atmosphere is enveloping, almost magical. Yes, everything is perfectly still, calm, silent. My eyes wander everywhere as my feet move forward. All I see are boxes on shelves. Little boxes everywhere. From parquet to ceiling. I briefly wonder how the shop owner accesses the ones at the very top. Even with a stepladder or ladder, these walls seem quite high. Unless it is a very large scale.

As I approach the counter, I notice that I am not alone. A boy turns to me briefly and as I smile politely but silently at him, he turns back and I shrug, watching and listening. Where is the owner? Maybe he's deaf?
I don't know why I'm thinking this but in this tiny store, I can't see anyone other than the boy in front of me. Oh, maybe behind that counter. I think I see a corridor...

The boy turns around again and I look at him in surprise. What ? Did I do something? Is there a rule I must follow? A ticket to take perhaps?
But no, he smiles now and offers to let me go first.
Why ?
I look at him disconcerted. He seems to be the same age as me, though I have to admit I'm not very good at guessing ages. But his question about the first year – which is more of a guess given his tone – lets me guess that he is and breaks the ice.

- Uh? Yes I am. As you are ?
Deciding to ignore his proposal not out of rudeness but because I cannot understand why he proposed it, I decide to continue and follow a simple social rule:
- My name is Hailey, I reach out between us, and you?

A little smile over my lips, I look at him frankly.

@August Turner sorry for the delay