Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

Harry hastily scribbled out a reply to the Flamels' letter, and tied it to the owl's leg. It then took off, flying away into the skies over Paris.

"Guess that changes our plans for today," Sam said, and Delilah nodded.

"Yes, we're going to have to get clothes for us to wear. I doubt any of you packed anything for an upper-class locale," she guessed, the three of us nodding.

"We can still go to Rue Magique," I suggested. "There's likely going to be plenty of stores there that will sell dress robes."

"Dress robes?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, the magical community is a bit… let's just call it both 'lazy' and 'eccentric' when it comes to fashion," I said. Harry nodded at that.

"I saw a witch wearing a stuffed vulture for a hat, once," he confirmed. "And the headmaster of my school wears plaid patterned robes."

Delilah wrinkled her nose at that, but nodded in agreement with my idea to turn our trip to the magical side of Paris into a shopping trip.

"Come on, let's eat first before we go anywhere," Sam said, reminding us that we'd yet to have breakfast.

Stomachs growling, we descended upon the hotel's breakfast buffet, and once our need for food was sated, we headed out into downtown Paris, specifically the older side of the city.

"Here we are, this should be the place," I muttered, looking up at a medieval style building.

Located in the north where Rue Saint Jaques intersected Rue des Fosses Saint-Jaques within the Latin Quarter, the oldest part of Paris, it was an, at one point in the distant past, a Roman bathhouse, built in the first century BC along with the a few other buildings on the street.

However, years passed and the bathhouse became something much more important; the entrance to the Rue Magique, the magical quarters of Paris.

The building itself, an original Roman edifice, was invisible to the mundane people milling around, and Sam needed his special glasses to see it. And even then, Harry had to hold his hand in order to help him overcome the Muggle Repelling wards that ensured nobody without magic could accidentally stumble into it.

Once past the threshold of the building, however, Sam found the wards no longer tried to push against his mind, and he was able to admire the sight in front of him.

"Whoa," the only non-magical person in their group uttered as he looked at the Roman architecture.

"I never imagined something like this still existed," Delilah muttered in awe.

"Preservation charms and good old fashioned Roman engineering," I chuckled, giving the side of the building a fond pat as I walked inside.

There were no lightbulbs or any sort of electricity within. Everything was kept lit by hovering candles that burned with gold and silver flames.

Walking across the tiled floor were many other witches and wizards going about their daily business. The different areas that had once held bathes now contained arches that led to different parts of Magical Paris. Unlike Diagon Alley – or its entrance the Leaky Cauldron – the old bathhouse had a stack of fliers near the entrance that helpfully informed tourists in seven different languages where each one led. It even included a simple map!

"Okay, we want to visit the Hot Bathes if we want to browse the higher end stores, but the Tepid Bathes are connected to the Enchanter's District, where all the nifty magical items are made and sold. So, they might have some interesting clothes to buy over there," I said, reading off the pamphlet.

"I came here to see some magic. We're going to the Enchanter's District," Delilah declared, and Sam and Harry weren't far behind in their agreement.

"Alright then. To the Tepid Bathes!" I declared, snickering a bit as I said that.

Jaws dropped as we walked through the arch that led into the Enchanter's District of Rue Magique, and even I was impressed, letting out a whistle.

It was like a fantasy bazaar had been set up around a slice of hodge-podge history scooped right out of the past. Roman style buildings stood next to baroque and gothic structures, and bright colors were on display everywhere, advertising this and that.

Magical clothiers sold wares alongside ateliers dedicated to making enchanted household goods, and exotic items from across the world were sold at stalls lining the street. A store that sold books, parchment, and quills showed off the latest self-inking tools, and somebody was advertising free broom wax with the purchase of broom repair kits by having animated brooms dance around with tubs of said wax hanging from the handles. There was even a caricature artist making magical pictures for tourists.

Hundreds of people moved about even this early in the morning, doing their shopping or chatting with friends and neighbors. The place was lively, no doubt about it.

"It's like a cartoon," Sam said. "Or a really wacky painting. Made by Salvador Dali."

"It does give off that sorta feel, doesn't it?" I agreed. "Alright, let's find a robe shop. Can't be too hard to do around here."

My words proved to be somewhat hubristic. There were indeed plenty of robe shops, but finding one that met Delilah's exacting standards was somewhat trickier.

We did eventually find one, and we purchased our formal robes. Made of fancy Acromantula silk, to boot! Expensive, especially with the added cleanliness charms, but worth it as they felt really comfy.

"I may have to buy some pajamas made from this stuff," I murmured as I ran a hand over the robe I was wearing.

"I agree, but stop caressing yourself like some sort of hedonist," Delilah scolded, slapping my wrist in an effort to stop me from feeling up the dress robes on my body.

"Perhaps I should direct my hands elsewhere, then?" I suggested in a husky tone, and she blushed bright red as my hand brushed against her back.

"Eww!" Harry complained, sticking his tongue out at us, and I laughed.

"One day, Harry. One day, you too shall appreciate girls. Or boys. I don't judge," I told him. He shook his head and ran off towards Sam, who was standing nearby and watching with amusement.

The day had gone by in a blur of shopping, and we'd spent the entire day in Paris' magical district. It was a fun experience, but now it was time for a very important dinner.

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