Hi there, this is my second fanfiction, set in the World of Harry Potter. I hope you enjoy! Your words of wisdom are welcomed, so please review and tell me what you think! : )
A young woman was walking down the street, aimlessly and in her own world. She was lost in thought, as she had just returned from the ministry of magic and was contemplating on whether to take their generous job offer or not. 'It would be an interesting job, but do I want to work in the ministry?' she pondered, starting to get fed up going over the same thing continuously. This woman wore particularly strange clothes to be walking around London, which caused some stares by passers by to witness such an ensemble of fabrics and colours of such a young lady. However, this appearance would look odd to normal people or 'Muggles' as this woman was a witch and had been trained in the grandest school in Britain, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
As her thoughts still wondered, she then realised that she her surroundings had become unfamiliar as her unconscious mind had led her outside a public house under the name 'the white lion'. 'What am I doing here for' she asked herself and quickly turned around but to have a shock as she bashed into a young man and the contents of her bag spilled everywhere. The man she bumped into was tall, black haired and looked greatly apologetic for colliding with this woman as he had seamed in the same state as she was.
'I am so sorry, let me help you' he exclaimed and both kneeled down and started collected the spilled items. 'I don't know what happened there, I felt like I was on a different planet'
'I know how you feel, I experienced the same thing.' The girl replied, and as she raised her head from her gaze at the floor her brown eyes attracted his, which caused a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach.
'Ha-ha, this must have been fate' the man declared somewhat jokingly his nervousness coming across in his anxious laughter. The women smiled at this, and it made her felt happier in herself that he feels the same way as she did. She knew from experience, being surrounded by wizards all her life and was sure that this man wasn't one. Before this day she claimed that she could never marry a muggle, but as there eyes made contact she felt that notion change inside of her, although a split second thought came to her 'how am I going to tell him I am a witch?' even though they had only met less that Three minutes earlier.
They carried on picking up the pieces from the floor and the mans attention turned to a piece of wood rolling closer to him; he picked it up and examined it closely and saw the detail and workmanship of it. She looked up and her eyes widened, she was slightly worried as what was in his hand was proof of the wizarding world, of which was law to keep it a secret from muggles.
The gent then handed it to the women with a smile, and stated with a calm voice 'Your wand is that last thing you want to lose, as it would difficult to be a witch without it.' The girls mouth dropped, how did he know? Or was she wrong about him, maybe he is a wizard. 'I am not a wizard before you ask, but I know someone who is,' he added. The lady placed her wand in her bag and closed it.
'I'm so happy to meet you, although we haven't introduced ourselves yet. Well my name is Cho Chang and yours?'
'Dudley Dersley 'he replied and shook each others hands in introduction.