'Great' I thought. 'I left Dogweed and Deathcap for this?' I stared up at the shop. 'Here goes nothing, I guess.' I entered it, looking carefully at my surroundings. 'I need to get out of here as soon as I can', was the only thought I had. The woman, presumably Madame Malkin, said, " Off to Hogwarts, dearie?" I ground out, hating being called "dearie", " Yes, I am." She replied something, but I tuned it out, not wanting to hear anything else. She then instructed that I stand on the small podium, so that her magical instruments could take my measurements. I was annoyed at how long it took the magical instruments to take my measurements. By the time that they were finished, I wanted to rip them apart. The annoying old witch told me to look around the shop while she finished my order. I grudgingly looked around, and found something interesting to my amazement. It was a comb. 'The Comb of Vanity' I slowly read, quietly. It supposedly did whatever hairstyle you like with a single brush from it. It would work on no-one but myself, which I found appealing. I grabbed it. After all, I was tired of brushing my hair a million times just to get it untangled. Soon I had everything. My robes, pointed hat, gloves, and the added comb. 'May I never see this store again.' I thought. But I knew I wouldn't have that much good luck.