"Sir, I can just buy you everything you need, no worries," Raizel tried to convince Elliot as they walked towards the Leaky Cauldron after apparating in Charing Cross Road, eating for a bit. Raizel was telling his master he should just stay behind at Owling and Raizel will do the rest.
Elliot is getting used to his formal ways of talking, luckily.
"No Rai, tell me what size every part of my body is for my robes?" Elliot asked him saying that he himself is needed for the measurement in Madam Malkin's shop.
"There's already the robes for the first years all read-"
Raizel stopped his words, realizing it's nonsense. Looking at his master's body, he forgot that it's rather too large for a normal first years. He sometimes thought even Elliot's already at his 4th year.
"Alright sir" He continued not persuing Elliot anymore as they entered the broken-down old shop front on Charing Cross Road. Going in, it's the same as usual.
There is the big dining room where several people mind their business eating their presumably, lunch. Then far away is the bar, several men having large beards drinking with themselves as they converse. There's the door leading to the private parlour rooms, and beside is the stairs leading to the inn. It was dark as expected. Only lighted with torches in the foundation walls, the fire waving with the air.
Elliot smiled as he take in the nostalgic smell. Spicy, warm, beer, and... unfortunately, sweat, since it's packed up with people.
Raizel grunted, he isn't used to these kind of things. Elliot knew that he was actually a pureblood. But his family has died only leaving him the only Philip. He was an independent individual that didn't relied on his properties and inheritance, rather, earned it himself. He was a good student, even was a head boy in Hogwarts back then. He trained to become an Auror after graduating but was rather interrupted by accidental happenings leading him to the underworld. Serving the Malfoy, he is now in hands of Owling.
Elliot smiled at his foolish reaction, only continuing. Where the same oldy goody Tom, the innkeeper took noticed of their arrival smiling in surprise.
"Is that you Faust? Long time no see!" He greeted jolly while Raizel followed in with his master. Raizel tooked observe of his old face, and white bushy hair that surrounds his side face. He studied people that his master often meet or have met, if they oppose threat or danger. Even with his job as the innkeeper of the London's Oldest Pub, he is pretty skilled at dueling. He can do nonverbal, and sometime wandless.
"Yeah, nice to meet you again," Elliot clicked his tounge having a smile. They shake hands after approaching one after another.
"And who's this hunk beside you?" Tom asked curious, where Elliot answered. "This is my friend, Rai"
Lying, he answered as they pass on their greetings.
Raizel bowed only to Tom, ignoring his handshake as Elliot just smiled awkwardly, his face telling Tom just to let it go.
"Why yer here by the way?" Tom then asked going to a topic. Brushing the fabric cleaning the glass wares that he's holding.
"Oh, just buying stuff," Elliot simply replied not giving too much information. Tom nodded, "Off you go then!"
Elliot nodded back as the two got into the courtyard in the back seeing the tall brick wall that battles Raizel's tall height. Elliot in the front clicked the password himself, the wall doing its magical thing opening as its like bombarded by a spell.
Going inside the brick wall, Elliot smiled taking in the fresh and only air that Diagon Alley only gives. It's refreshing yet hot because of the crowd. There are loads of people shopping for this day. As the day for Hogwarts is closing in. He can see the surprised parents that don't recognize any of the strange things that the alley gives.
Raizel took some moments of realization. This was the place he had met Elliot. The very place he had fought him giving respect due to his strength.
It was still small as he remembers. Narrow and thin, shops surrounding the very long alleyway. There's the Potage's Cauldron Shop, Apothecary, Madam Malkin's Robe for All Occasions, Eeylop Owl Emporium, Quality Quidditch Supplies, Flourish and Blotts, then Florean Forescue's Ice Cream Parlor. There are others more, though unseen as it's far away.
Up there piques his interest most. Ollivanders.
"Did you bring the pounds?" Elliot asked as they walked forward between the shops and the crowd.
"Yes, total of 8k sir, equaling to 1606 galleons, 6 sickles and 7 knuts," Answered back Raizel holding a white sack closely in his hands.
"Did you just calculated that just now? Nerd." Mocked Elliot, continuing "Well, go to Gringotts first, catch me up at Ollivanders," Elliot ordered so.
"Is that your first spot sire?" He asked where Elliot deadpanned fakely laughing. "You don't say?"
Raizel ignored his master's sarcastic response going off to the side in Gringotts Wizarding Bank to convert it.
Elliot firstly go backwards to go to Ollivanders. He had already explored every part here except the shop. Yeah, he had visited it already but never got to take hand of anything as he was still younger back then. He would probably bombard the whole shop as touching wrong things will lead to disheveled happenings.
So visiting others isn't thrilling as much as Ollivanders. Going off, he arrived at Ollivanders. A wand shop founded in 382 B.C. located between the center of Diagon Alley. Owned by the Ollivander family, its widely acknowledged to be the best wandmakers in Great Britain.
With his time here, he heard a lot of rumors about this shop, It is believed by Garrick Ollivander, a descendant of the original Ollivander, that the founder of Ollivanders arrived with the Romans, setting up a stall to manufacture and sell wands to the ancient British wizards, whose wands were crudely-made and inferior in quality and performance. It's also the first shop here in Diagon Alley, Gringgots being second.
Outside, it's narrow and shaby looking. Gold fonts falling over the door as the shop reads: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
If he remembers clearly, the shop's display consisted of a solitary wand lying on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. The shop was tiny, empty except for a single, spindly chair in the corner. Thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it.
After a moment of staring outside, he goes in the old door creaking as he opens it. It gave an attention worth inside, and Elliot lightly opens his mouth and eyes in an unexpected people.
"Am I interrupting something?" Elliot asked giving a nervous laugh as he stays still within the door.
He is now staring at an old man with the same style of hair as Tom, bushy and clearly white. He's face is very fallen with his age, and his eyebrows were up with Elliot's sudden arrival.
"Oh not really, I just finished....." A low voice, a shy one, spoked in stutters.
Elliot awkwardly stared at him. Not moving as the three of them stay still.
It was very unexpected.
It was a boy, shorter than Elliot a lot, scrawny, skinny, and very thin. His short is rather shorter than an average first year, his shoulders were not broad so at all. His overlarge polo and shirt was falling right under his knees, while his long and big pants didn't hug his feet. He wears that untidy unkempt jet black hair hiding that lightning shape scar in his right forehead. Below is his big rounded glasses that transparent his bottle green colored eyes. Exactly the opposite of Elliot as he stands tall like a 4th year, his broad shoulders that often hit others. His clothes that hugs him in comfort.
Fucking Harry Potter.