Harry Potter And The Sorcerer 's Stone

940 Words Sep 24th, 2015 4 Pages
I walked into the bookstore to pick up my own copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. That seemed to be what everyone was reading these days. Even the kids who never,ever read! The bell jingled when I walked into the shop.
“Hello dear what can I help you with?” asked the slightly graying lady behind the counter.
“Uh yes, Hi. Do you happen to have any copies of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone?” I replied.
“Yes you came at just the right time. We have one left in stock. I must warn you though, it’s a bit different from the other copies. Is that ok?”
“How so is it different?” I inquired.
“Well it’s a bit magical if you know what I mean” she winked at me.
Ugh, I thought to myself. Duh it’s magical it’s a book about magic and sorcery! “Yes I’ll take it.” I said firmly. “Ok it’s in the back let me go get it” she walked away towards the back of the shop. While she was gone I looked around the shop. Books that haven’t been dusted in centuries filled the dark wood shelves. A chandelier covered in dust and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Gross I thought, don’t they know how to clean here. In the midst of my thinking the lady returned with the book. “$15.23 please” she said. I handed her a $20 and then received the change. “Have a good day dear” she said. “Thanks you too!” I said cheerily then I walked out. I opened the book and wrote in the front cover: Property of Eliza Jane Withers. I started walking home. It was a nice,cool,autumn day so I decided to stop at the…
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