Rukh Finnr part 2

Desolation Alley

           

Desolation Alley is where one witch and wizard gets supplies. In the early days it was the place to go for a drink, but than the area expanded. The New York Subway station is where it all is now. Right next to The Blind Pig, and even Ebbingdales is around the area.

The parents of Rukh Finnr drove him all the way from Detroit to New York along with his brothers and sister. The car of a black Chrysler parked near the entrance of the station and most even was only just awakening.

“Get up, the sun is up, the air is cold and also we are here.”

They looked out the windows and saw this new city in their life. They unbuckled and gathered their belongings like: the second brother took small bag of blankets and warm sandwiches. The other two were quite younger and in the hands of Darasa with her bag of diapers and milk and cookies. The father stood high over the roof of the car in his small brown and black plaid jacket, black ties and blue suit pant. He is a professor.

‘Come on,” Darasa had said in aguish

“Why not just leave most of the stuff, we’ll only be here for a moment.”

Darasa looked over to her husband, with small thought she agreed and left what was needed. Which was everything except a change of diapers, milk bottle, pacifier, and of course money. The father placed coins n the dispenser and they were off.

The family of six trotted down the steps of one entrance, a train subway for Non Magicals, but two things for magic–kind. As they entered, the location is molded to appear to look like a shopping mall for the hidden. Shops were built into the walls of the brown colored bricks and clouded by a roof to hide its blue skies. Kids were walking and standing in one fashion and the next. A few were wearing school robes of cranberry and blue. Brooms are hovering mid-air to try, and owls flew above the citizens as well. Some shops are small and others are big, and the big ones are enchanted to be the homes that the shopkeeper lives. There is one gap, a tunnel between stores that people walked through to another great section.

“What is on the list?” Rukhs brother had said

The list had its usual of books, robes, a wand and a choice of pets. “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” by Newt Scamander, “Chadwick’s Charms Volume 1” by Chadwick Boot, and “History of Magic in North America” by J.K Rowling to name a few. Choice of pets a Fox, a lizard, monkey or a meerkat and has of course a wand.  

“Should the wand be last?” Rukh has asked

“It doesn’t have to be, I mean yes it is the one most look forward to.” A girl had spoken who walked by with red hair and a dress.

“So I should maybe keep it last than, as it is the most fun.”

“That is what I was going to say. Books can be quite a downer.”

In fact, Rukh loves books, his mother tells stories from them as well as his father. The ones he reads are fantasies like “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs” or “Tales of Beedle the Bard”. So, no, not a downer, but a source of enlightenment.

“My name is Rukh Finnr.”

“Funny name that is, Rook Fin-er. Names Alice.”

She smiles at him with a longing smirk, a girl with a bag of books in hand, her hair curly, and wearing the school robes.

“I still haven’t gotten a wand yet. But, I’ll,” an idea popped “Ill go when you do.”

This had him frozen in place in quite a heartbeat as he shakingly nodded his head in yes.

“Excellent, Ill just be exploring.” She wonders off almost skipping with glee that had Rukh raise eyebrows

He did get books first, Newt Scamander from The Fireplace, a store that is molded to feel more like a home where one could hang around. The store had couches, lamps, a counter for beverages like Honeynut Pie and Chocolate Delight; the cups were enchanted to prevent spills on books. Books of course were flying high from massive shelves to massive shelves on the second floor. The stairs whipped down from a caramel colored balcony to behind the shopkeeper. Walls full of shelves as well, the couches are of two facing each other at the left center with a table and a small lamp in between. Four comfy red chairs on the right forming corners of a square, each with a table and a lamp. In the center half way from the right side is the counter where drinks are served and books are brought and rented.

“Hello, little one”

Rukh tired to reach that sound in the distance witch belonged to an eerie white male.

“Could I help you find something?”

Rukh slowly walked over and nodded frightenly.

“You are need of a book for school and that book is Newt Scamander himself.”

He walked off from the counter towards the left shelves on the ground level. The books were only 6 copies of green hardcover by the window and curtains.

 “Oh, I need more. More copies and more books.”

He held a copy firmly with two hands outwards in front of Rukh.

“We, there isn’t just me, hold books from dedicated authors and I chose this book because of what he showed us in the past. Even recommended it to the school.”

He smirked a little before walking back, a man with white frizzy hair and black mustache like Einstein. He wore clothes like his fathers jacket and even in the same colors only a black vest and shirt as well as a golden-chained monocle in his left jacket pocket on his breast. He pulled a lever and had the book bagged.

“That would be 1 and a half Dragots and 23 sprinks.”

It actually just occurred to him of his money, he did have some from his fathers but, for future times, he would need to get some. Dragots and Sprinks are the currency that American Wizards carry and manufactured through a section connecting the Wizarding Government and Steen National Bank; A bank holding Dragots, sprinks, and money of the non-magicals.

Rukh gives the man money and the man gives him the book.

“Come back to The Fireplace anytime, for my name is Mister Twain, Mark Twain.”

Rukh feels he might actually like him and the place so he nodded and left to get his other books. Charms book from Charmed and the rest. The book from Rowling is also across from a place called Real History. Rukh was on his way for the second fascinated thing, pets.

Rukh’s father was starting to have a flashback as he walked with Rukh to the pet store. “I had a monkey once, I had it back when I was in Africa.”

“A monkey?”

“Yes, just for a while thou. Not really a good pet.”

A big wooden sign up on top of the store is brown with two-frame work of colors surrounding it. The sign is rectangular for the most part but the two top corners are swirled, the colors of black over light green blended in. In the center of the wooden plaque are the words Madame Braedu’s Terrarium and the entrance looks like a saloon with overgrown plants and windows.  Inside, the floor is nailed together with wooden planks, crowded with overgrown plants hanging from pots and aquariums with fishes. Shelves of fish-food, bones, and crickets stood side by side with no space. Over the floor is a balcony with more narrow spaced crowds of animals. One could never really breath in this place, and a counter that’s so close to the door you’re already out of the shop with what you need.

As listed, Lizards lay on shelves, Monkeys climbed the ladders to the balcony, Meerkats peeked through holes in the walls and little foxes walking about the store. There are other animals like piranhas, grasshoppers and quails. A woman, Rukh never noticed stood near the counter wearing a colorful quilted robe of green, purple, and yellow circles. Bracelets on her wrists and a shape-shifting ear ring. On her right shoulder stood a glittery blue peregrine bird with brown eyes. It was looking right into the eyes of Rukh.

“Ill just stay outside”

Rukh’s father barely walked in before leaving him. The woman looked at him as she fed her bird. She looks at him with wing shaped golden glasses that had a chain attached.

“And so you also need a pet.” The woman speaks with an almost rude manner. Rukh had nodded with the spoken word of “yes”.

The woman started to walk out of her spot towards Rukh.

“Names Braedu, shopkeeper here. Plenty to choose from, but few listed. Any idea of what it might be?”

She bends over tilting her head sideways so one eye is seen, almost observing or identifying. Her bird chirped at him as it fluttered the wings and he could only stare at it.

“My dad said,” but was broken off when Braedu interrupted.

“No! It is up to you. Your father’s time with Abel is his identity. Doesn’t mean yours the same.”

Abel the monkey. “Maybe the fox?”

“The fox is a trickster, if one is a trickster it will guide them.” A snake slithers over her arm and coils itself as she pets it. At that moment, a pot blew steam and a noise is heard of whistles. It was a potion set; she was brewing in the back and in a way awakened her. She placed a fox of white stripes in a handler. Paid for with 2 Dragots and he walked off. The woman is left alone eying the door and feeding her bird. The snake slithers up beneath her rolled up hat.

“A wand is now needed, the final and biggest part.”

Rukh sees a very old shack like store. Four cemented stairs going up to a stone archway of grey/white marble. On top of the arch is a cornered roof where two stone columns stood under Wandvault. In fact, the store is quite slanted, drooping. Rukh opened the doors and stepped on a red carpet depicting a golden circle with a wand through it in hand. There is not a single desk however, in fact it has more space than what the exterior suggests. Small white boxes flying around from one shelf to another like the books in the bookstore, the wands are trying to reorganize themselves. Rukh walks towards the back of the store where lies a vanilla colored wall, a backdoor, and another door right in the center and visible from the main entrance. A man walks from the backdoor of white hair but, thin. He held a box that was of black color and gold lines.

“Don’t mind me, in fact I am not here. I was trying to place this item in to where it is to be.”

The man places the box on shelf and as he walked away the box flew to another shelf.

“Hmm.”

Another man of milk skin with a feather behind his ear and a small stick walked with chanting lips up the stairs. He came from nowhere, two others are heard, two women on the top floor talking to each other. It seems they are pretending no ones here.

“Excuse me but,” A wand flew towards him, almost right into his eyes. Rukh stood there with no knowledge of what to do. He grabbed it and it blistered him, red lines were made.

The man with the feathered head sighed, the others also made noises. Noises also came from the backdoor. Rukh heard it and walked towards it…

“NO! Never ever go in there. Its forbidden and I will not have you cause any troubles.” A woman screamed from the balcony. The noise however got louder and louder and the door started to seemingly breath. He was lured into it and so he went to the door and the four was quite. Rukh placed his hand upon the breathing door, and than silence. All he heard was the heart of the store. He placed his ear on the door and the beat stopped, the door opened.

The room was dark, sounds were heard, the room was hard to describe but one stood out. A grey box on top of a pillow and at that moment the box opened and the wand flew out towards him. Rukh dodged it and flipped in the air till it stopped. It was hovering over the floor: the wood was grey and old; it had a hilt of bone with a fat stem and round top. Rukh reached for it, it felt like the wand was pulling him in. He grabbed the wand and he felt himself getting pulled, like a vacuum. He was breathing hard and than it stopped. Panicking, he fled the store through the back, others unnoticed.