Another Side of Me
Cailee couldn't believe the downpour outside. Where she came from, there was never anything like this, nothing whatsoever. Her sister liked to experiment with the weather and see what she could produce, and sometimes she was able to come up with rain; but nothing this big.
She checked herself in the mirror; she wanted to look good and make a very remarkable impression on a certain young man. Her legs were long and fitted into her jeans nicely. Her red shirt covered up her stomach, but it had a plunging neckline. It didn't reveal too much, but it did leave the looker curious. Her honey brown hair was cascading down her back, forming in little ringlets at the end. Her eyes at the moment were blue; matching the realm she was in.
"Good morning, Tom. How are you?" she asked as she went downstairs of the inn. The inn-keeper was busy wiping the counter where a hag and some goblins had been sitting. He looked up at her to see her somewhat dramatic entrance. He didn't know much about the girl, other than the fact that she was pretty. He didn't know where she came from, where she was going, or why she was here. But Tom was a superior man; it wasn't his business to poke and pry. If this Cailee Oteropeia(its pronounced, Oo-ter-o-pay-a) wanted to tell him, he would listen.
"I'm fine, thank you Cailee. And how might I ask are you?" he grinned. She was a lovely girl. She was so sweet and kind. She didn't treat people as if they were lower than her; she was eager to lend a hand whenever it need be. Actually, the day she had arrived she had helped him clean rooms. Then, she went out into the street and played with some young goblins. They had played for hours, and the mother goblin was quite thankful that Cailee had taken her nine children away for a while.
"I'm doing fine. Thanks so much for breakfast. I'm off to buy my Hogwarts stuff right now. I'll be back in time for tea," she said and waved him off as she walked through the door.
As Cailee had been talking to Tom, she completely forgot the weather outside. She whispered a few words under her breath and soon donned a raincoat and umbrella.
After being in her fourth shop, the weather was calming down. It was now only sprinkling outside and just as magically as she had concurred the slicker and umbrella, she disapperated them.
The sprinkling felt good on her face. It reminded her of home, then she was suddenly angry with herself for thinking of it. She missed her six brothers and four other sisters. Often they were gone, doing on thing or another for someone, but before Cailee had left they had all been under the one roof, which was quite miraculous, Cailee thought. Her two oldest brothers had already been gone for almost eighteen months. They were working for something called the Phoenix Order, or something like it. Cailee wasn't sure what they did, but it sounded exciting. She wasn't allowed into the meetings that were sometimes held in her house, or more often in another galaxy and time period. But it had been her father, who was active with this Order, who had approached her with this mission. And since Cailee had always looked up to him, she accepted it. Her father had told her that---
She was cut out of her revere as a redheaded young man, and a black haired one, and a brunette girl walked her way. The two males were talking in quick whispers, while the girl looked a bit angry.
"Hello mate, my names Ron. Ron Weasley. And who might you be?" asked the redhead.
"Why, hello. My name is Cailee Oteropeia. And your name?" she inquired of the black haired boy, and the girl.
"This is Hermione Granger, and I'm Harry Potter," Harry announced. He watched her eyes to see if they looked up to his scar. They didn't.
Harry Potter. Somehow my life will be affected by you, as will yours by me. I don't know how, or when, but they will, Cailee thought. Her sister Amanda had told her so. Amanda was always pondering the crystal ball and reading palms and tea leaves. Amanda was the best seer in her family. And probably the only one. All though Cailee and her brother Jacob showed some signs of possibly becoming one. Which is why Cailee had signed up for Divination; Amanda said she should, that she would be good because of her heritage. Cailee had no reason to doubt that either.
"Pleased to meet you," Cailee said, sticking out her hand. The boys shook it, but the girl just looked away.
"Would you like to step under here?" Ron asked, motioning towards one of the doorways where they wouldn't be caught be the sprinkling of rain drops.
After they had all settled under it, Harry asked, "So, are you going to Hogwarts? I don't believe I've ever seen you around, have I?"
"No you haven't, because I'm no---" Cailee caught herself. She was always slipping up with her tongue. "No, I'm a transfer here for my sixth year. And you three? You go there, right?"
"We do," Hermione said stiffly. Harry and Ron exchanged glances; they had not seen her like this before. Hermione didn't show jealousy; she was content with her looks, her talent, her family. Up until now.
Cailee searched this girl. To a mere person it might look like she was just staring at Hermione, but she wasn't. It was so much more than that. Cailee could tell covetousness was definitely here. But the girl was so much better than that. With just her eyes, and the gift she had been given, Cailee could tell she was gorgeous, she was smart and intelligent, affectionate and sweet-natured. And Cailee could tell her future looked bright. She would be happy, with the one she loved.
"That's great then. I'll know some people when I get on the train!" Cailee squealed, giving each a pure look of adoration.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione suddenly yelled to a gaggle of boys hanging in the street of Diagon Alley, looking into the doorway where the four stood.
Cailee turned and looked. She had been oblivious to the looks she must have been drawing from passer-by on the street. But she saw it now. They were staring at her, afraid to blink in case she disappeared. They didn't want to walk away from her, in fear she would never be seen again. But Cailee was used to it. Her family was held in high nobility at home. They had had many celebrations, customs, rituals, traditions; and she was used to being looked at. She had many suitors at home, but they were all crazy. They didn't want a relationship, they wanted her. But Cailee wouldn't let it, nor would Amanda, who had counseled her with the crystal ball telling her that her future sweetie was not to be found in her home realm, but a different one.
Hermione started walking towards them, wand outstretched. Some must have known she was talented with her wand because they immediately began to scramble. Others stood there defiantly.
"This is no spectacle! If you want to stare at something, look at someone else. Not her. You don't know her, you only like her looks." Hermione spat out that word with some sarcasm. "Now back off, or I'll hex you, and the only thing you will ever look at is that," Hermione said, pointing into one of the Potion shops were a mutilated bat hung from the ceiling, some of its insides spilling out. It was one of the most grotesque things Cailee had yet seen; she wanted to look away and hurl. The remaining boys ran off, one or two shooting dirty glances at Hermione and muttering angry words beneath their breath.
"Thank you so much for doing that. I hadn't even noticed they were looking. But are you sure they were looking at me? I mean, I seriously thought it was you," Cailee said. And she said it with honesty; she wasn't lying. Lying wasn't allowed in her realm, nor would she tolerate it.
Hermione blushed fourteen shades of red, and murmured something indistinguishable. She prodded Ron in the side and pointed to a rather small woman carrying an armload of items. She was followed closely by a redheaded girl who looked about fifteen, and a boy.
"Dean Thomas! I'll kill him! I don't want him dating my sister," Ron fumed, and stormed off towards his mom. Dean caught a glance of the fiery look in his eye. He turned to the girl, kissed her on the cheek, and ran off just as a spell hit the ground where he had been standing. The girl started to whine, and the mom jumped in on Ron. She yelled at him for using magic outside of school, that he was still under age. Harry and Hermione gave Cailee an exasperated look, and followed in Ron's wake to the rumble taking place. Cailee grinned and headed back to the tavern.
Author's Notes: There it is! My first fic! I'm so excited to finally have it up! I really do hope you all read and review, and please!--leave me some constructive criticism. I know I'm not the best author, but hey, at least I try. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I might have made, I've proofed this chapter, and all the others quite a few times. If you all review enough, I'll post the rest of the chapters more quickly, because I have most of them done already. Just working on the ending. So please, REVIEW!