Hey guys! So, I just want a bit of feedback from the readers. Should I keep calling the Father and Mother 'Their Father' and 'their Mother'? Or should I call them 'Dad' and 'Mum'? Please tell me in the comments section! Also, it would be great if you could keep giving me feedback about my book. It would be really great! Thanks!

Btw, if I get any facts wrong, sorry. It's been a while since I've finished the books. Please tell me in the comments if I do, and even if I do make a mistake, I want to make one thing clear:
I AM STILL A POTTERHEAD! UwU

Ever since her Father had said that on Thursday they would go to Diagon Alley, Charlotte could not focus on anything. It was lucky for Charlotte that it was the Summer, because if she had to work, she probably would have handed in blank pages, if not then one or two word sentences, because majority of Charlotte's time was spent day-dreaming about wands, pets, robes, and making new friends. The only friends she had were muggles, and they were nice, but it would be fun knowing wizards and witches that weren't her family.

Like Katrina and Cara. The two of them were fun and nice to be around, but it was hard to keep it a secret from them that she was in a wizarding family. 

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Charlotte couldn't believe it when the day came. The day that  Charlotte and Charlie were going to Diagon Alley to buy everything the twins needed for school. Their Father had gotten three tickets for the subway, and that was where they were now. Charlotte was feeling fidgety while sitting on the seat in the subway. Every second seemed to last eternity, and every time her hopes were crushed when the subway slowed down where they didn't need to stop. Eventually, when the subway started moving slower, Charlotte wasn't excited. But she was when her Father said, 

"We're here."

Charlotte and Charlie would have jumped out of the door if their Father hadn't looked at them with a face saying 'I can tell you're excited. But don't you dare do anything to show it.' It took the twins all their strength to keep their excitement contained.

Their Father led them to a shop at the station. Charlotte was confused.

"Aren't we supposed to be going to Diagon Alley?" she asked. 

"Yes," their Father said. "We are." 

"Why is everyone hurrying around it, not even giving it a thought?" Charlie asked. When Charlotte looked around, she realised that her brother was right. Nobody was looking at it, and everyone seemed in a hurry.

"That's because they can't see it," their Father answered. He could tell that his children were busting with questions, so instead of waiting to answer them, he pulled them inside.

The front of the shop said that it was called 'The Leaky Cauldron', so Charlotte had assumed that it was a restaurant. It was something like it, but it was actually a pub. There was a man behind the table, and three men sitting on the stools, two drinking from glasses, and one talking to the barman. The barman looked up.

"Good day, Potter," he said, addressing their Father and smiling.

"How are you doing, Blacksmoke?" their Father asked, smiling and talking as if the barman was his old friend.

"What are you doing here?" Blacksmoke asked. 

"These are my kids, Charlie and Charlotte. They're twins, and they just turned eleven. I have come to -"

"Oh!" Blacksmoke said, interrupting their Father. "You want to go to Diagon Alley! Sure! The door's over there."

"Thank you, Blacksmoke." Their Father held his kids' hands and pulled them towards the other side of the pub, where there was a door. Their Father pulled them right out of the door where they emerged next to a large brick wall.

"Dad, I thought we were going to Diagon Alley!" Charlie complained.

Their Father wasn't even registering the fact that Charlie was speaking. 

Instead, he had a wand pulled out and he was muttering a few things under his breath. He tapped his wand on a brick, and the brick wall seemed to open up. It was like two doors being pulled into the wall, except that it had just disappeared into thin air. 

Once the twins had stopped marvelling at this feat, they took in account what the wall had revealed.

It was Diagon Alley.

Where there weren't shops, which seemed to be at every corner, there were witches and wizards of all ages. The youngest children were Charlotte and Charlie's age, but there seemed to be no limit to the wizards and witches of old age. There were many sounds to hear, such as the screeches of owls, the yowls of cats, the squeals of thronging kids around shops.

This is a very busy place, Charlotte thought.

"What do you want to get first?" their Father asked.

"Wands?" Charlotte had often seen her parents take out their wands and cast spells which created their dinner sometimes, or make an invisible wall between their siblings when they fought. It was amazing.

"Sure," their Father replied. They tailed him until he reached a shop called 'Ollivander's'.

Charlotte felt a little uneasy when she stepped into the musty shop, and could sense the same uneasiness from Charlie too. There were stacks of small boxes, so many that you couldn't see the walls. There wasn't much light, except for one glass skylight near the back of the shop. There was nobody in the shop, at least, it didn't look like anyone was in the shop.

Out of the darkness, a man emerged. His hair was white, and he looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. His brown eyes darted to each person over and over again. He suddenly smiled.

"Hello," he said. "I assume you've come for your wands. Names?"

"Hello, Ollivander," their Father greeted. "We have come here for wands. These are my children, Charlotte and Charlie Potter. Do you remember me? I'm - "

"I remember, Elijah Potter," Ollivander answered. "Charlotte, Charlie, come here." The twins stepped forward as Ollivander turned around and pulled out two of the small boxes. He handed each twin one box. "Open the box and flick the wand." They both did so. "No, no, no. Take these." They had barely even touched them when Ollivander said "No!" and grabbed the wands out of their hands. It kept on going like this until there was a very large pile of boxes on the floor. He eventually gave Charlie a wand which seemed to suit him. Ollivander had declared "10 1/2 inches of fir wood with a phoenix feather core. Perfect! Now for the girl." He kept giving her boxes and wands until the pile of boxes seemed to be a very large burrow for a rabbit. He finally gave her a wand which felt warm in her hand, and which felt like it was supposed to be with her. "11 inches of willow wood with a dragon heartstring core. Brilliant! Elijah, that will be twenty galleons." 

Their father paid and led them out of the store.

"Where are we going now?" Charlie asked. He turned to them and smiled.

"The Owlry."