Diagon AlleyI sit on my window seat, watching the sunrise and reading 'Quidditch Through the Ages' when my door creaks open. I hear a yawn.
"Emalia, it's only what, five o'clock in the morning, and you're already reading that book. How many times have you read it now?" my mother asks me.
"Seven," I say nonchalantly. She scoffs.
"Well, get dressed. We need to go to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies today." I perked up at that. I had been waiting all sumer to go to Diagon Alley. Let me start over. My name is Emalia (Em-ale-ya) Moran, and I'm thirteen years old. I'm about to start my third year at Hogwarts, along with my two friends, Fred and George Weasley. I'm a Ravenclaw and became captain of the Quidditch team this year. I'm a seeker and have one enemy: Oliver Wood.
I met Oliver Wood last year when I became the seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. He's about the only person I know of who's as passionate about (*couch* obsessed with *cough*) Quidditch as I am.
I pull on my blue jeans and white button-up that ties in the front. I walk into my huge closet and start looking for my lavender converse. I find them and put them on, walking into the bathroom. I apply my make-up, which consists of a silver eyeshadow mix, eyeliner, mascara, and nude lipstick with a silver shimmer.
"Are you ready, Em?" my mum yells from downstairs.
"Yeah, Mum!" I yell. Tying my hair into a dutch braid, I run downstairs, grabbing my bag off my bed. "Come on!" We walk to the grand fireplace in our living room. I look at my mum. "Can I go alone this year, Mum?"
"Diagon Alley," I say, throwing the powder to the ground. Next thing I know, I'm standing in Diagon Alley. It's as busy as ever, with witches and wizards scrambling around. I look at the list in my hand. "New robes, definitely need those." Seeing as I had grown three inches in the past year, I headed toward Madame Malkins.
"Ah, Emalia, good to see you!" she says. Madame Malkin and I have been friends since first year. When I got my first set of robes, we ended up talking for an hour. 'Life friends,' my mum calls us. "Any new news?" I smile.
"I made the Quidditch team last year," I tell her, "and this year I'm captain." She nods.
"Ah, perfect for you," she says. "I'll have your robes in a bit. Just long enough for you to run to that Quidditch shop down the street and get you a new broom or something." I smile at ther.
"Thank you, Madame Malkin," I say, walking away.