4 Follow the yellow brick... Train!?
The following day after have a filling English breakfast in the leaky cauldron, Michael was drinking a cup of coffee while reading the complementary newspaper, wizards weekly catching himself up on some of the more recent events.
Two interesting things he saw in the paper were: Head of DMLE Amelia bones pushing for more funding over large disturbances across wizarding world.
Major dragon riot in Eastern Europe dragon ranch. 35 injured and 5 dead. What's the cause?
Michael was quickly brought out of his reading by the approach of a familiar owl.
'Seems like the deputy was quick the reply' the thought as he took the letter which read a succinct acceptance of the booklist for all the years.
Happily he finished off his and headed back into diagon alley to acquire some basics like some clothes, utilities, and some other necessary items like parchment, ink quills and more.
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After a long and drawn out discussion with the ever fashionable lady Scrimlock of the "fabulous fabric and garments", Michaels was able to purchase a more modern and muggle designed set of suits for the low price of 8 sickles per suit. getting himself three different styled three piece suits, one black and white highlighted suit made from limbo silk in a single breasted style, a dark navy blue double breasted suit in the same material and finally a grey and silver three piece tuxedo.
"I must say you look rather dashing in my suits Mister Veras," lady Scrimlock growled as she rubbed her hand over his shoulders with her eyes tracing his body. "Maybe I should hire you as a model to sell some of these new styles you've had me designed."
"haha thanks for the compliments 'Misses' Scrimlock but i wouldn't want to impose on any of your or your husband generosity, plus ill be working at Hogwarts as i said before, i shouldn't be causing any trouble for the staff." Michael replied, somewhat defensively toward the 50'ish looking lady whose husband was smirking at him in schadenfreude, but also with a harsh hint in his eyes warning him not to make any moves on the obviously taken women.
"sigh... a pity then, I'll have to hire some snobby pureblood to wear it for witches weekly, but by the lady it will be some work getting them to go along with wearing almost muggle clothing..." she grumbled as she approached the register, clicking away at it, "okay love, ya total comes to 1 galleon and 7 sickles for the suits, and 3 sickles for my time and lovely personality, so 1 and 10"
"sound great and thank you for the grand experience, if i ever need new suit or other fancy clothes ill make sure to come back here" Michael replied and his gently place the money into her soft and wrinkly palm.
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looking up from the street to the towering spiral building in front of him that should in all cases be going against every building code he knows, Michael was in awe at the extravagance of what was a shop that sold ink, quills and parchment. "outlandish they name is wizard..." he grumbled in jest as he wandered inside his black robe flowing, having left his suit packed up at the inn.
Inside was more of the same, towering pillars of spiral wood, but these contained different thing from an assortment of colorful geese quills, to fanciful and rare magical quill like some from a gold Snidget quill (the old quidditch living snitch) to the azure dragon hen quill.
Other towers had hooks from which many jars hung, filled with thousand of different inks, of colors and properties, like glowing or invisible ink to gold stain and quartz infused for alchemy and enchanting.
the final type of tower strewn about the shop was one with branches from which it almost seem like it grew millions of different parchments, a deft use of the wood grafting charm. this parchment all strangely seeming exactly the same unlike the multitudes of inks and quills.
After some thought the reason was obvious, why would you bother to put in effort for different type of an extremely disposable material, especially when needing a more permanent place to write, enchanted books with charmed paper where available compared to the cheaper yet worse parchment.
After exploring more of the shop, Michael ended up buying ten stack of 100 parchments, black, red, green and gold stained and quartz infused ink, as well as a ho-oh feather quill, for the grand total of 1 galleon and 3 sickles with the quill being 16 sickles by its lonesome.
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his final purchase mainly included heading into muggle London to buy some essentials, like shampoo and conditioner, some toothbrushes and toothpaste. and load of underwear as weirdly the male british wizarding world is stuck either wearing rough linen liners or going commando, which is a strange thought to have stuck in your head.
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Four weeks ended up passing after Michaels consummate entrance into this new world, the majority of the time he spent exploring this strange world he was now apart of, one of the big changes was the huge school rush that started 3 day after he sent of the book list to McGonagall. Strange sights as the streets flooded with families, magical and muggle alike, with a huge sense of excitement and fervor for the new school year.
The awesome man, Tom the bar keep even invited him to join in the Lughnasadh (a Gaelic harvest festival) which was pushed back a week due to the whims of the fae. Michael would always remember the event, for it was full of revelry and music, with some special guest appearances, but that was a story for another time.
As at this moment Michael stood before a hulking red behemoth that would transport him to a destination he and many others have dreamed about.
'Hogwarts Express'
a/n:
i wrote this chapter in pure spite of a little 'c u next tuesday' who had the audacity to complain about me not finishing a book, despite the fact all his stories are stolen from fanfic,net.
