Mirror Existence

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Flourish and Blots Bookstore

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There is an Owl, in the sky; just a few doors away. Only; it is soon followed by four more Owls, circling down towards us.

“A bit unexpected, but I guess it is the Witch way of dealing with Mail!” I ponder.

An Owl soon lands on the ankle of Daphne’s right arm, passing her a letter of Acceptance from Hogwart’s school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The next bird approaches Astoria. The third bird approaches Twilight, while the fourth is landing on the Ankle of my right arm. Only; the fifth bird lands before Penelope. Somewhat unexpected.

“If they deliver these letters to us; it means that we have been accepted to partake in their education, we can as well respond right away!” she points out.

I open my letter, knowing my friends are doing the same. Once I have opened my letter, I read it thoroughly and confirms that Daphne had been right all along.

“Not very unexpected!” Astoria confirms.

“I guess the surprise, is to see Penelope was invited, as she is a Cat!” Daphne suggests.

“Maybe they did not know?” Astoria supplies.

“If we are all here, at the Diagon Alley; shopping for school supplies, I guess we have been considered worthy!” Penelope supplies, half by half in jest.

“We have the letter, confirming the Invitation..” Astoria points out; “there is no way, anyone could prevent us from going!” she concludes.

Once we had read the letters and confirmed what we had already expected; we write letters to confirm that we intend to partake in the Education.

The Owls eagerly accept the letters, taking them back to Hogwarts.

“Pinkie, can you render me a Phoenix?” I inquire.

“Yes, Twilight!” Pinkie responds.

Since the sketch is already saved as a file, she only needs to access the file and press “Render”.

“Ping!” is heard, as the bird had been rendered.

The next moment, the bird is flashing into existence on my shoulder, ready for me to parade her around along the Alley while we conclude our shopping.

“Okay, Twilight..” Astoria exclaims; “now I can see; that you did have a Phoenix, all along!” she concludes.

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House elves are scurrying about, sorting the mail for the heads of house; delivering the missives to the head of house corresponding to the house the student is belonging to.

Only leaves the first years unsorted, as they have not yet been assigned a house and thus no Head of House.

A pair of envelops are handed to Severus Snape, where he is sitting and waiting for the year’s harvest of responses from the Slytherin House students.

“How utterly unexpected..” Severus drawls, almost bored; “Greengrass, Daphne..” he pronounces; “but of course, she is attending this year!” he concludes, as he is reading the response letter.

“Greengrass, Astoria!” Hootch supplies.

“If she is not sorted into Slytherin House..” Severus puts forth; “the Greengrasses has always been loyal to the House of Slytherin.

“Julie Sparkle..” Hootch supplies; “now, that is a new name I haven’t seen!” she concludes.

“Penelope Sparkle..” Hootch supplies; “I did not know Sparkle had two daughters ready this year!” she points out. (The Letter Magic seems to be playing with us?)

“Who know, indeed!” Severus exclaims.

“Twilight Sparkle!” Hootch supplies.

“Whoever the Sparkles are, they certainly are coming in strong..” Filius puts forth; “Three daughters in a single year?” he then inquires.

“They mean business..” Albus supplies; “I was informed they bought more books than I could see any reason for..” he continues; “and she also ordered a set of trunks, an entire order above the finest Truckle has on his stock!” he muses.

“You mean to say; that the Deluxe Apartment was not good enough, for her?” Severus inquires, somewhat upset.

“She demanded a list of facilities, the Deluxe Apartment could not support!” Albus points out.

“Maybe she is aiming for the Ravenclaw house, based on her interest in books?” Fillius suggests, in excitement.

“You could make room for one more Bookworm, Fillius!” Sprout suggests.

“I could..” Fillius responds; “if that is where she is sorted!” he agrees.

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“Since we have confirmed the acceptance; we should continue our shopping, so that we can pick up our trunks!” Daphne puts forth.

“We do need all the Potion Supplies..” Astoria suggests; “and the Wand, of course!” she continues.

“Right this way..” Daphne urges; “they do have all the Potion Supplies in this shop, right here!” she continues.

“We should stock up, so that we have everything we need, before we step onto the train!” I point out; “We don’t want to miss out, on the account of lacking the required items, as we have our first classes..” I continue; “even if we could Owl order, or Phoenix order anything we need later!” I conclude.

“The Course materials has been ordered into boxes..” Penelope observes; “just as with the Books, at Flourish and Blots!” she concludes.

While my friends are rushing over to their respective year’s supplies; I take one of each, just to be prepared. I am expecting, to be able to tinker with these and practice in my personal lab, after all. (I am expecting, to have a competent Potion’s Lab in my trunk.{I included this facility in the order for my, and my friends trunks.})

On my way over to the counter; I am encountering something of a shock, as I see a shelf lined with what is labeled as “Unicorn Horns”. While I am both shocked and upset; I still do opt to take a selection of the article with me, intent on purchasing them. (Well, why not?{Something tells me, I could make excellent use of one or two of these. (Possibly with some minor adjustments or tinkering.)})

As I finally do reach the counter, I also pick up a set of catalogues for the group. (Myself included.)

“I am going to order a few things from here, once I get home; possibly, just to shock them with my Phoenix, if nothing else!” I ponder. (Knowing, Pinkie Pie would love that idea.{Well, she is after all Pinkie Pie and she loves a good prank.}) Besides; she is a good friend of mine, after all.

Of course, they had all paid; as I arrive, but they are waiting for me. Just as they had been expecting me to pick up the Mail order Catalogues.

I pay for my purchase, before I am following them out of the shop. (Though I am noticing, how some of the staff are giving me strange looks, as they are glancing at me.)

“Ollivanders’ Wand Shop!” Astoria exclaims, as we have walked out of the shop.

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I withdraw one Unicorn Horn from my package, holding it tentatively in my right hand; before I am transfiguring it into the proper size and shape. (One foot long, and a beautiful triple spire shape) I hear a few gasps, in the process, which I guess should have been expected. Oh, well.

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“Ollivanders’ Wand Shop!” I read on the door, as we are finally approaching the shop.

Daphne opens the door, to the shop; there is a merry jingle chime, as we are entering the store. (This would alert the proprietor, that we are entering the store; if nothing else had already alerted him, to our presence.)

I slowly follow Daphne into the store with Astoria and my friends. I notice, how the walls are lined with shelf upon shelf lined with little beige to brown packages. (All containing one wand each.)

While the space in the fairly small store is rather cramped; he is still stocked up, to supply more students than Hog Wart’s can take throughout his entire life. Even if it doesn’t guarantee; that he can find the match for every student entering his store, in the hopes of finding their first wand. Oh, well; such is life, you can never guarantee anything.

With my horn in hand, I lightly tap the desk thrice; just as I reach the desk, behind which I know he is hiding. He instantly pops up, standing behind the desk; somewhat perplexed and shocked, that I had managed to summon him in this manner.

“I am Ollivander, the owner and proprietor of this shop; how may I serve you, this very fine day?” he exclaims.

“I would like you to craft me a wand, today; if that is possible!” I explain.

“Oh, indeed; you want me to craft you a wand, according to the old tradition!” he exclaims, somewhat taken aback.

“Yes, please!” I respond.

“This will not just be a unique wand, but quite unusual, indeed!” he supplies; “Did you have the core, as well as the ‘Wood’ you wanted me to craft your wand out of?” he inquires.

Of course; I had already extracted the tail hairs and carefully braided them into one single thread.

“Would this serve, as the core of my wand?” I inquire, as I am presenting him with the thread I had prepared for the purpose. (Naturally; Pinkie Pie had informed me, explaining the process and supplied me with an option as to how the wand would match me.)

“These should serve perfectly..” he puts forth, once more taken aback, shocked that I even knew what I had been asking for.

“I may not be a Wand Maker, but I do have access to exclusive knowledge and understanding of magical lore and theory!” I whisper.

“This will become a most excellent and extremely powerful wand, just based on these materials presented!” he urges.

“There is one more ingredient, I need you to include..” I whisper, presenting him with a vial of silvery liquid.

“This will blow the roof of Hogwarts..” Ollivander exclaims, somewhat distraught.

“Should blow the mind, of one certain Dumbledore!” I suggest, quietly.

With that, Ollivander slinks out of sight; hiding in his back office, as he is crafting the desired wand. Several minutes later; he returns, quietly.

“I never made this, and you never saw me..” Ollivander proclaims, in hushed tones.

“On second thought; I will need four more wands, just like this one..” I whisper, presenting him with the materials required; “freely given!” I point out.

He quietly evaporates, only for his form to reappear in the room where he is crafting his wands. If he had consciously Apparated, or if something else had trans-located him; he does not want to say, only happy he could disappear so readily.

Once the wands had been crafted, his form is reappearing behind his desk.

“Anything else, you would need?” he inquires, sweat drenching his face.

“If you do have dual holsters for wands, right and left arm; I would love these too, for the entire group!” I suggest.

The measuring tape appears, measuring our arms; in order to get the exact measurements, for each wand holster.

“Do you by chance, have these in Acromantuala Silk?” I inquire.

“Yes..” he breathes, but this will tax my stock on this rare product!” he supplies.

“If you could spell the holsters to maintain perfect fit and match our skin-tone, I would much appreciate it!” I explain.

“But, of course..” he responds; “at least, something girls are expected to ask for!” he ponders.

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I slide my new wand into the holster on my left arm.

“If you don’t mind..” I proclaim; “Accio Wand(s)” I whisper, whereupon a wand for each of us fly through the air, only to land on the desk.

“On second thought; I think, we should have less conspicuous wands to show!” I explain.

“Yes, but of course..” he suggests, calming down considerably; “these will be fine wands, Miss!” he concludes.

I pick up my wand, raising the hand up into the air; only for my hand to be enveloped in what appears to be a glove of magical light, before a magical pulse goes off. As I am glancing at Ollivander, his face goes white, as the effect is hitting home; the wand had made a magical oath to me. My friends remain clueless, no idea as to what had just transpired. Though they do pick up their wands; only for the same thing happening to each and every one of them, the moment they are picking up their wands.

“Oh, and I believe this is yours!” I respond, tossing him a bag of coins, corresponding to the going price for his services rendered. (When he later examines the content of the bag, he realizes I had paid him in full.{Well, but of course I could; I would do nothing less, not with Rarity as one of my closest and dearest friends.})

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Truckle's Trunks

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