No. Straight to Diagon Alley

Gemma had a pretty nice start to her morning all things considered. She had a nice refreshing bath, a nice breakfast and she was wearing a lovely green and black sundress with her pair of black pumps. She had even used one of the spells she learned yesterday to help tame her hair so that it flowed nicely around her face.

After an uneventful trip to acquire her funds for the day from Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Gemma was now standing in front of a small store, she had only been to once before, Ollivanders Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.

Gemma slowly entered the shop. There in the midst of the boxes and boxes of wands she saw Mr. Ollivander on a ladder putting in some newly made wands in the large wall of wands.

"Ah a customer!" the old wizard said as he quickly dropped down the ladder and turned to face Gemma.

As the older wizard stepped up to the counter he gave Gemma a weird look.

"Have I met you before miss?" Ollivander slowly asked.

"N-no sir I don't believe so, I just moved here." Gemma quickly said her rehearsed response.

"Ah my mistake." the wand maker started, "how may I help you?"

"I need a new wand, my old one broke unfortunately." Gemma slowly explained stepping up to the counter.

What entailed was very similar to her first meeting with Ollivander, a tape measure measuring all sorts of places.

Gemma's face turned red when the magical measurer wrapped tightly around her chest.

"S-sir" Gemma slowly said as her face was bright red.

"I'm afraid this is necessary my dear just put up with it for a bit more," the wand maker said seriously although Gemma could have swore she a smirk on his face.

The tape measure started to slowly move down and wrapped tightly around her hips sinking slightly into her ass.

Gemma let out a small moan at the constricting feeling of the tape measure digging into her.

"I-I think that's enough," Gemma said with her head down from embarrassment.

Just as she finished saying that the tape measure stopped and returned to it's owner.

"Hmmm, interesting, very interesting..." the wand maker said quizzically after examining it.

He quickly ran to one side of the store and pulled out a box from the lower shelves. Then he sprinted across to the other side of the store and grabbed one from the higher up areas.

He returned to Gemma with both boxes and set them before her.

"Let's start with these," the wand maker said.

What ensued again was very like her first trip a lot of trial and error going from one wand to the next, to the next.

Finally after the sixth attempt, she had a good reaction.

"Ah Hazel and Dragon heartstring, 9 and 3/4, supple," The wand maker finally explained.

"A sensitive wand for a witch who can understand her own feelings," Ollivander slowly explained.

"May it serve you well, Ms...." He continued.

"Ms. Black, Gemma Black," Gemma quickly explained.

"May it serve you well Ms Black," The old wand maker replied.

Paying for her wand, the young witch quickly left and started to make her way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Her new wand felt good to use, how was a wand supposed to feel anyway, it felt like her old wand, but she suspected that if she tried both her new wand would feel better.

Before she could get too lost in her own thoughts, she quickly saw the people she was supposed to meet leaving the Leaky Cauldron laughing about something heading directly towards her.

SHIT.

She had taken too long in Ollivanders, rather he took too long to get her a wand! This wasn't how the plan was supposed to go, she was supposed to tail them for a bit and then stumble into them, not meet them from the start!

Gemma looked around quickly looking for a place to hide, but it was no use. The group was getting closer and she had no were to hide.

SHIT.

Then before she could react the group of 5 young Slytherins were standing before her looking at her weirdly.

Looking around frantically had made her stand out! Everything was going so well, now for it all to go wrong!

"Are you alright you seem a little lost?" the tall blonde wizard known as Draco slowly asked.