A/N: ALRIGHT YOU GUYS. BACK IN BUSINESS. Of making new stories that is. I've been throwing around this idea for a moderate amount of time and I decided yeah, I'm gonna post it to FF and see what comes back. Plot's pretty much the title. Anyway, I don't own anything and I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Letters From A Stranger by Mlle Buckles. Review, and many luffs with be had! -B
A girl of fifteen leaned back in her arm chair, sighing. "Who would've thought," she wondered aloud, "that doing nothing was boring." To her surprise, a feminine voice answered.
"Everyone; everyone except you, it seems," a fellow fifteen year old said, smirking. Her strawberry blonde loose curls seemed to flow like a golden river to her waist. A golden river filled with either blood, or red fish, or maybe red silks from a land beyond their reach at this age. Her green eyes shimmered like a pair of emeralds, and her slightly tanned skin made her popular among fellow students.
The uniform the two girls' shared didn't help, not one bit. On their torso was first, under everything, a white collared, long sleeved shirt. Over that went the vest, then last but certainly not least, the robe that deemed them both students of The Salem Witches Institute. The robe was a black color, though the inside varied. The blonde's robe inside was a dull pink-purple color. On the left breast of each robe was the school emblem, a wand and a gloved hand, crossed to form an 'x'. Under her vest was a black skirt, and white stockings, and black dress shoes. The girl, who sat in the chair, sighed, rubbed her temples, and spoke, in a clear, crisp voice.
"Harrison," the blonde had moved to the chair almost parallel to the speaking girl, "it's Saturday. What do you expect me to do on a Saturday?" Sarcasm had drenched her voice and the blonde smiled. "Well, Fleet," she said, using the girl's surname, "we could go to the mall. I mean, I could use some new things. I'm sure you could, too. Besides, as Christmas draws closer, those Muggle stores drop their prices."
Harrison, the blonde, looked at her roommate, trying ever so determinedly to read her facial expression. Fleet, the one who was bored to death, had grey eyes looked secretive and mysterious, if you just looked at them for a second. But if you look for more than that, you see that they are relaxed, at ease. She had brown-red hair that fell to inches above her mid-back. 'A proper length,' she always said, 'long enough to fit in a proper ponytail, or be put up and not look silly, and short enough so when I spin around, it doesn't get in the way.' She had glasses, thick and square-rimmed. She was not as tan as her roommate, Harrison, but she was not as pale as an albino, not that she had anything against albinos. And, just like Harrison, she wore the school uniform, but the inside of her cloak was a deep cobalt blue. She was taller than Harrison, who stood at five foot four inches. Fleet stood at five foot nine, and loved every minute of it.
After some minutes of silence between the two, the brunette sighed, closing her eyes. "That's actually the first good idea you've said all week, Pastel. Also, I have to go to The Plaza later on, so we can stop in Dragon's Den, if you want." The Plaza or which Fleet spoke was a rather large outdoor mall in which the local wizarding community shopped for goods. There was a potion shop, Tilly's Tonics and Potions, and bakery, Babel's Baked Goods, and many more. The Dragon's Den was a nice little restaurant which sold anything from pizzas to ice creams. And it was Pastel's, the blonde's first name, favorite place to go on weekends. So this statement, or offering, lit up Harrison's face. "Let's go to The Plaza first, Maddie!" Pastel said decidingly, nodding her head once, curtly. Maddie, Fleet's first name, nodded meekly not wanting to argue with Pastel. It was better to head to The Plaza first, since they would have to come back to get their robes if they went to the Muggle-mall first.
"Can we just change out of our uniform's first? It's a bit nippy outside, so I would like to wear jeans." Pastel was too busy searching her dresser for her wand to hear. She was always such as messy person. Maddie smiled, and grabbed a pair of jeans and a simple shirt that had the school's name written on it in rather large, and elegant, font. She trotted her way into the bathroom, smirking. Pastel was muttering curses to herself. When Maddie came out, Pastel was looking through her desk drawers. Maddie sighed, wandered up to Pastel's bed, reached into her pillow, and pulled out a pink-stained Mahogany wand with several bead bracelets wrapped delicately around the handle. Pastel did this in their second week of school, every 'valley' on the handle, she tied a small bead string around it to make it unique. Maddie put her robe back on, and slipped her wand, a mostly blue-stained Olive wand. It had curves, for like of a better word. Yes, curves. Five curves in all, and ten inches from the handle. The handle was about five inches long, and besides the curves, nothing about the wand was unique.
"Come on, let's go!" Pastel smiled, tugging on Maddie's arm. "We can use the fireplace in the looby," Pastel had always pronounced 'lobby' wrong ever since day one. Maddie had corrected her for the first month or so, but finally gave in. She didn't care that much, it made Pastel unique, just like her wand. "Calm, and don't rush me, I have to find my - aha!" The brunette pulled out a blue purse that looked more like a messenger bag. "Muggle bags, now?" the blonde questioned, arching her eyebrows, a smirk making it's way across her face. "Actually, it's a bag that I bought from Diagon Alley over the summer. Such a charming place, England is. You really should've come with us, you would have simply loved it." She threw the bag over her shoulder, and slipped her wand in the strap. "See, for easy wand access," then the wand vanished, and Pastel's eyes studied the bag. "A disappearing charm, then?"
Maddie nodded once, pleased with her purchase. "And it's charmed to hold much more than it looks. So, shopping is, for lack of a better phrase, a breeze!" Pastel nodded, and confirmed to Maddie that she wished she had one, just not in the awful blue and black stripes Maddie had chosen. "Don't wear, dearie, they are bound to have some at Armounder's," the name of a local accessory shop. Pastel nodded, and smiled when the reached the lobby of the dorm building. "Well, I'll go first. Dragon's Den, then?" Maddie smiled, and nodded to Pastel. "See you there, get a table, okay?"
Pastel rolled her eyes, and muttered something like 'yes mother', grabbed a handful of floo powder, stepped into the fireplace, and then. "Dragon's Den!"
Maddie had blinked, and like the saying, she was gone.
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