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Gloved hands gripped the armrests of the middle seat of the middle row of the bolted together tin can that No-Maj called an airplane. The owner of the hands, a young teenager looking like an American Indian princess complete with what looked like an eagle feather braided into her hair, looked progressively more green as the plane lurched again. Her eyes were clamped shut as her stomach wouldn't stop trying to jump up her throat. She hated No-Maj flying. Brooms were so much better.
Her neighbor frowned, taking pity for the first time in the long flight. Reaching for the bag meant to contain the results of the greenness on her face, he offered it to her. "Come off it, Missy! Flying isn't so bad."
Her stormy blue eyes snapped open and she snatched the bag, looking up with a brief smile of thanks. As she closed her eyes again her mind couldn't help wandering back to the series of events that had led to her unfortunate fate.
"Kasano."
The voice was soft. She opened her eyes to see her mentor sitting beside her bed. "Yes Grandmother?"
"They have decided. You will have to leave here." There was a shake to her voice betraying sadness.
She hesitated. "I understand. Will they let me take my things?" Kasano wanted to bring everything she could, she would miss this place. Even if she'd always known she'd have to leave eventually.
The old woman's face crinkled like partchment, almost making her black eyes disapear in her smile. "They will not look as long as you are packed. Our family has a gift for you once that is done."
Curious, and not wanting to let the woman or her family down, Kasano tucked all of her things quickly into her battered pack, sliding them in so that there was a little room to spare. There were benefits to not having many possessions. Once she had finished she looked back to the old woman. "What is it Grandmother? You have already given me so much, I do not need anything else."
The old woman's eyes twinkled as she offered a plain wooden box that she seemed to pull out of thin air. "Yet we still wish to give you one more."
Taking the offered box, Kasano opened it, and her blue eyes widened. "You had the wands made?" She touched the two polished pieces of wood, feeling them call out to her. Each felt right for one of her hands. Now she would not face the future unarmed. "Thank you." She wanted to say more but she couldn't find the words. Picking up the lighter colored wand in her left hand, she smiled at it, but her attention was quickly stolen as a shift in the box caught her eye.
She forgot to breathe.
Quickly she glanced up after identifying the feather along with the paint that had bonded with it, he r eyes a little misty. "Thank you. And can you thank her for me as well?" There wasn't time to run up to the nests so close to the sky.
The old woman's smile beamed. "Of course. Now, fit these on and finish arranging everything. They will be here soon.
Kasano blinked. Enough memories. Though they did help pass time spent in the No-Maj deathtrap. She jumped as the intercom clicked on.
"Attention passengers, we are descending to Heathrow Airport. Please return your seats and tables to their positlions and fasten your seatbelts."
The disembodied voice clicked off. Silently she cursed. Descending meant more bumps. She didn't see how anyone, magical or not would think that something like this was safe. But then safety was reletive. Hopefully she wouldn't barf.
Several harrowing moments later, the plane bumped along the ground and the sounds of people hoping to get off the plane first filtered through the seats. Kasano wasn't one of them. She wanted to get her stomac back first. To that end she waited for the isles to become less crowded before standing, grabbing her beat up leather backpack, tossing it over her shoulder, and heading out.
When she'd chosen her clothing for the trip, she'd gone for comfort rather than style, and chose her usual boots, bellbottom jeans, and a brown pesant style top. Her many bracelets broke up the magical tattoos on her arms and the necklaces that matched the bracelets around her neck broke up the pieces that peeked over her shoulders. All in all, Kasano looked a lot like a California girl.
Hauling herself forward, she lifted her head and squared her shoulders. She refulsed to look weak when she walked off the flying tin can death trap. She'd be walking with the MACUSA agents, and they didn't take well to weakness. And her new guardians would be watching.
James Potter looked around the muggle airport for the fifth time. He didn't like how open the place was, what with the war with the Dark Lord and all.
His mother put a hand on his shoulder. "Just a little longer. Remember, this is a favorfrom your father to the branch of the Potters that immagrated years ago." She gave him a pat to the shoulder she had her hand on.
James raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Sorry Mum." He didn't look so sorry with the mischief sparkling in his eyes.
Lord Potter smiled and shook his head. "James." His voice held a warning and sure enough, James stayed silent for a short period of time before he started pacing again.
Kasano stepped off of the gate and into the airport, with the two MACUSA agents who had flown along with her as an escort. She glanced to either side, eyes unreadable as the three of them headed toward where a family stood. None of them looked even slightly familiar, not that she had expected them to. They stopped in front of the family and the more burly wizard clamped his hand down on her shoulder to insure she didn't run.
"Mister Potter, I presume?" The voice of the burly one was gravely, adding to his gruff exterior as he dressed the head of the small family.
"Yes, I am Lord Potter. Is this the girl your supirors owled me about?" The man stood fast, ignoring his wife and son for the moment as his gaxe flicked to Kasano who was standing like a prisoner between the two Americans.
"Yes sir." The words were clipped, sharp.
Lord Potter, Charlus to his friends and family, nodded once. So this was the girl of the forgotten branch of his family, the branch that had been so recently and tragically wiped out. "Thank you. We can take things from here."
Kasano's gaze flickered upward briefly before focusing down again. She didn't want to stay but as the death grip left her arm she couldn't help relaxing slightly. At least the agent who's mother was probably a sasquatch wouldn't think he could manhandle her anymore. Her attention snapped to the boy, about her age, as he moved and reached to take her bag. Kasano tightened her grip on the straps. "Thanks, but I got it." She didn't want to give them a chance to take her wands. Or the books. Or really any of the trinkets she had.
"Come Miss Potts, it's time we headed home." Charlus smiled, motioning for his son and the girl to join them, and when they did the slightly larger family headed to floo home.
