Chapter One-Perhaps Unwanted

Elise's hand gently grappled with the baby bird, and its broken wing. "Why do you have to fight me when I only want to help you?", she whispered soothingly. The bird was impervious to her words, and only continued to try and get of her light grasp. She sighed. She had an unfortunate caring towards any creature. However willing or not.

She scooped up the baby raven into a shoe box after a great deal of wrestling(while trying to be tender). Elise didn't exactly have it figured out. She'd never heard of any other bird(besides an owl) living at Hogwarts. And she seriously doubted her cousins leniency on yet another pet.

"Elise are you ready?", her cousin's, Lenna's, voice carried out the widow. Elise looked up shaking her dark brown wavy hair in frustration. Then felt confusion settle over her.

"Ready for what?" Without seeing her Elise could almost hear her roll her eyes.

"Diagon Alley"

A slight nausea settled over her, but Elise didn't know why. "Almost, can you give me...fifteen minutes?" Elise paused for a moment, calculating the time it would take her to clear things a little. Only a little.

"Sure" Lennas voice came clearly threw the window, and a little flummoxed.

After putting the bird in her room, and trying desperately to bandage the fighting raven with care, Elise picked up her shoes(for she would need them in London) and quickly shoved them on. She rummaged threw her draws, finding two bulging money bags, she shoved them into her pocket.

Putting her money into Gringgotts wasn't an option. However magical wizards, money didn't apear out of thin air legally. On the way out of her room several cats, and three dogs bombarded her, eager for attention.

"Alrighty, I love you to, but I-", Elise suddenly stooped her mumbling mid sentence.

"Elise are you coming. You had better not be doing anything dangerous again.", Lenna's voice was slightly distressed, and she knew her cousin worried about her constant ability to get herself into problematic situations. Like the time she set the town mayor on fire, knocked over an entire display of plates in a muggle shop, or punched the neighbors son in the face(which she felt he honestly deserved). Over all Elise considered herself an unintentional trouble maker.

Almost forgetting she picked up her satchel off the ground, and hurried up swinging the door open and narrowly missing hitting the cluster of animals. Once she was downstairs she grabbed a hand full of powder and threw it into the fire place, that almost looked like it was wheezing from lack of use. Elise jumped into the fire without hesitation, with her cousin followed close behind

Reaching Diagon Alley with stomach twisting spins wasn't exactly setting a pleasant mood, but after Elise climbed from the fire she felt the same nausea from earlier that nearly overwhelm her.

Why did I feel so...worried.?No not worried, rather reluctant.

With a great sigh, she settled her gaze on the famous setting. Around her witches and wizards milled, some more obviously poor, and other with smug looks that told you they had never had a troubled day. Elise knew the haughty look was not completely honest. Everybody has problems, even ones considered drastic only to the spoiled. Her cousin walked up beside her with a clear exited smile. Lenna's pretty blond hair was gusted into her face much like a halo. Disarming baby blue eyes were framed by long yellow lashes. It made Elise sad. It was her fault that her cousin had burden she should have never bare.

And yet I selfishly wish to continue to be that burden.

Elise reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the bulging money bags. "Here Lenna. I can go shopping by myself. I want you to get some things for yourself." She handed her cousin the money bag.

Lenna gave her an uncertain, slightly joyous look. "Are you sure?" Then suddenly a pained look came over her. " Your only elven, you shoul-"

" I have my wand with me. Besides it was never your job to look after me. This is my gratitude." Elise gave a gentle smile that she only reserved for those close to her. In other words a smile for Lenna alone.

She gave the same smile back."I love you weirdo."

"I know", Elise said.

I really do Know.

She watched her cousin's retreating back. Elise was awful shy, and often would get very stressed while talking to other people, so she mentally prepared herself for a horrible time.

The old fashioned stores disturbed her. She felt slightly like an outcast since she was the only one not used to such places, and without an English accent. Also noting her dress attire was the only set of muggle clothes in the whole place , which felt more comfortable then the stifling robes to her.

The first shop she visited was Florish and Blotts, where she handed her book list quietly to a scrawny old man behind the counter. He looked her up and down, making Elise's palms sweat nervously.

I hate that I get nervous in front of people. Whats wrong with me?

The old man rumbled threw the store with her following. He looked at all the books on the old dusty shelf's, and occasionally drooped one in her open hands. A short amount of time passed and the shuffling old man struck up a conversation.

"Its unusual to see such a pretty polite young girl by herself." He glanced at me through kind, wrinkled, gray eyes, and I smiled back at him.

"I decided to give my mom a break", she lied shyly, yet with perfect smoothness. Elise hated when people pitied her, and often pretended a few things to get them off her back.

They think I'm polite and pretty, but they have never seen me in my mask. They have never seen me take a grown man down before with a flick of my wand. And yet they guess me in the time of one minute. I wold never think I knew someone in that amount of time.

"How very kind of you. Would you like for directions to the other shops?", he replied with the same kind look, and a smile.

"No thank you."

"As long as your sure." He handed me one more larger book and continued to speak,"This is the last book, can we take these to the counter?" He gestured to the books in both their hands. Elise nearly toppled over from the weight of the books. She was horribly clumsy.

After paying the man for the books she stepped outside to fresh air. Not the musty air in the bookshop. The feel of the weight in her hands again gave her a panicked feeling in the pit of her stomach, and nausea.

Whats wrong with me today? Why do I keep on getting these feelings?

Elise gazed at the books in her hands.

That's maybe its something else? Surely I want to go to Hogwarts?