Tree never thought this moment would come but it had. She sat there staring at the object she had dreamed about all her life, that now sat in her hand, it was beautiful. She brought it closer and closer to her face and then she licked it, "this is the best ice cream ever." Tree mumbled with pure joy. Tree wasn't much for icecram, but she figured she would give wizard ice cream a try when she walked by the shop, and she was happy she did. The number of favor choices was amazing from the classics like vanilla to the extraordinary like earl gray. But when she found pickle icecram she was overjoyed, pickles were here favorite food.
Tree was sitting on a bench in north Diagon ally next to a huge pile of books on a wagon. She took another lick of the ice cream and squealed with joy, "oh yeah... that's the stuff. " She looked over to her large pile of books. She had gone a bit overboard, she had gotten all of her school books and then about 40 more. When she had tried to get the out of the shop with all of them she couldn't walk under the weight. Lucky for her a nice old witch had conjured a little wagon for her with a smile. Now all she had to get were her position ingredients, a cauldron, and her robes.
Tree looked grabbed the top book from the pile and started to finger through the pages as she occasionally took another lick of the icecram. This book was about the history of werewolfs, she got to a page where there was a little illustration of a man who before her eyes changed into a werewolf before her eyes, "Wizerd stuff is so cool" she said to herself as the werewolf changed back into a man. Tree watched this transformation three more times before taking a big bite of the icecram and turning the page. She sat eating her ice cream and read her book completely oblivious to the world around her. That was until a close by voice pulled her out of her little world.
