Post by ALBERT MCLAGGEN on Jun 9, 2011 22:50:08 GMT
Albert was a boy of many granduer, he had hair starking blonde like his fathers and a face chizeled neatly, with a prominent jaw. He was strolling down diagon alleys cobbled road, waiting for his mothers arrival out of gringotts. He would of loved to visit Weasleys wizarding whizzes, but his mother had forbidden him to even look at the majestic castle like structure. He strolled along the high street, before he was tugged into madam malkin's robes. His lips quivered, as he was about to throw a tantrum, being an eleven year old child, gave you the ability to play the innocent act, but before little Albert could even open his mouth in protest a black material was over his head and pins where putting themselves in the up turned pants. After what seemed like hours, the robes were sewn and his mother had joined them. “”Mommy, can I have those gloves too!” You could hear the sweetness in little boys voice. Madam Malkin pulled down the dragon hidegloves, and placed them within the robes package. ”That will be 7 galleons for the set and 5 for the gloves.”
