Strange How Much a Trip to the Grocery Can Change Your Life
By Accolade D. D.
Warning:
This wizarding world and a lot of it's inhabitants belong to J. K. Rowling, but I have taken over. This is MY fic. Whether you like it or not. (I would happily write with co-authors, if anyone wants the job)
Sally reached for her glass and pouted, seeing that it was empty. She wanted more Coke. And there wasn't any more in the house, she knew. Sally sighed, but got up. She had to go to the grocery to get more Coke. She had lived in London for seven years, but had still not given up her Texan habit of calling all pop Coke. Although right now it really was Coke she wanted. Or Pepsi. She thought Pepsi was good too.
Sally walked across her parlor from the chair she had occupied to the door. She opened the glass door and stepped outside and into her greenhouse. Sally smiled at her roses. They were her pride and joy. As she walked past them she thought I love these roses more than my books, which is saying a lot.
Sally slipped her slippered feet into her clogs, opened the outside door, and stepped onto her driveway.
Briskly walking down to the street she pondered her good fortune in getting a country house that was incorporated into London when the city had grown.
Sally turned to the right on the road. John's grocery wasn't that far. She kept up a tab there. Sally knew John very well. He had proposed once before. Sally had had to say no. She had been underage then. It was one of her greatest hopes that he would propose again.
She crossed the street after passing a telephone booth, and entered a nondescript building.
Inside it was brightly lit. Sally smiled at the man behind the counter. It was John's cousin. He had flaming red hair, and a lot of freckles. Kery Weasley helped John run the store.
Sally picked up a bottle of Coke and brought it to the counter.
"Put it on the tab, Kery."
"Got it." Kery rang it up and handed it back to Sally. "So how is everything? Any word about-"
Kery was cut off by a huge explosion of frightening proximity. The lights flickered off. Sally and Kery ran outside.
The sight that greeted their eyes was not pleasant. Sally's house was a smoking ruin. Her roses, her books, her roses, her art, her roses, her CLOTHES were all gone. And there standing in the rubble was a cloaked man.
Sally was FURIOUS. She marched up to this impetuous person, causing havoc as a car almost ran into her and swerved thus crushing the telephone booth. Luckily, it was empty.
Sally grabbed the man's shoulder and turned him around. His hood fell back and she saw he was smiling. Sally hadn't registered his abnormal features when her rage prompted her to deck him. The weird man went out like a light.
Kery was not far behind Sally, but he had waited for the automobiles to pass. As Kery neared Sally he saw who it was that she had knocked out.
"You punched He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-" Kery was again cut off. This time it was because he had fainted.
