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Summary: A 17 year old American Muggle is visiting London for the first time in her life. One day she gets lost, and accidentally enters the Ministry of Magic! She meets a wizard who is also 17, and the Minister's son! What will happen when she is found out?
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The plane finally landed at Heathrow airport. Kathleen Brock was relieved. She didn't think that she could stand another ten hours inside an airplane. But then she remembered that she had another ten hour plane ride to look forward to when she went back home to Napa, California; but that wouldn't be for another two weeks, fortunateley.
There were still a few people on the airplane, so Kathleen waited until they all got off. When she was the only passenger left on the plane, she got up out of her seat, and walked into the airport. She was alone, for her parents had decided that she was finally old enough to travel alone, for which Kathleen was grateful. She headed towards the luggage claim, got her suitcase, and when she stepped outside into the England summer breeze, she hailed a taxi.
"Where to, miss?" said the taxi driver in a London-Cockney accent.
"The Abbey Road Hotel, in London," Kathleen answered back. She brushed a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear.
"Abbey Road Hotel it is, then," said the driver. He started the engine, and was off.
The drive to the hotel was silent, but not boring. Kathleen kept herself from getting bored by looking out the window, taking in everything she saw, like Big Ben, Windsor Castle, and even a distant glimpse of Buckingham Palace. She was getting very excited. This was he first time in England, first time out of the United States, and she didn't want to miss a thing.
When the taxi driver pulled up to the hotel, he helped Kathleen get her luggage out of the back, Kathleen paid him the taxi fare, and then headed into the hotel. It was a pretty nice hotel, considering how inexpensive it was. There was a fire burning in the fireplace. Kathleen didn't know why, though; it was summer, and already fairly warm outside. She decided to forget about it, and instead went up to the front desk, where a bored looking young man was.
"Excuse me," said Kathleen, to get the man's attention.
"Name?"
"Kathleen Brock."
The young man typed a few keys on the keyboard, then turned back to Kathleen.
"You're in room 11. Here's your key." The young man handed her the key.
"Thank you...?"
"Dudley Dursely," said the young man.
"Thank you, Dudley," said Kathleen. She took her suitcase, and headed off to her room, thinking to herself that Dudley Dursely should get some exercise. He really was quite fat, almost the size of a baby whale.
Kathleen reached room 11 and opened the door. She stepped inside and looked around. There was a window at the other end of the small room, under which there was a bed. There was one nightstand, and on the wall opposite the bed, a dresser, on which a television lay. Opposite the dresser, was the bathroom.
Kathleen set her suitcase on the bed, and after putting her things away, decided that she'd got get something to eat. She was quite hungry, after all, so she walked out of the hotel, waving to Dudley as she passed, and outside. There weren't any cafes near the hotel, so Kathleen had to walk a few blocks to find one.
When she finally did find a cafe that wasn't crowded, which was quite a ways away from the hotel, she wasn't very pleased to see that it was in a dumpy part of town. Despite this, she went into the cafe anyway, where she ordered a cheeseburger for lunch. After she was done eating, she decided to walk around a bit more before going back to the hotel.
She had been walking around for a while, and entered an even dumpier part of town. It was late afternoon. Deciding that she'd go back to the hotel to call her parents to tell them that she had made it to London safely. Kathleen took a few steps in what she thought was the direction of the hotel, only to stop. She didn't know where in London she was. She was lost.
Kathleen looked around for a phone booth, and spotted one in the distance. There was a dumpster near it, and Kathleen thought that someone should empty it, and soon, for it was already filled to overfilling. Kathleen walked over to the phone booth. There was a wall behind it with a lot of grafitti. The phone booth itself was missing several panes of glass, but this didn't matter. Kathleen stepped inside it. She closed the door of the phone booth, and picked up the phone, thinking that she would call for a taxi to come pick her up.
But what was the phone number for the taxi company? Oh yes. Kathleen started puching the numbers. 6...2...4...4... what was the number after four? Was it a two or a six? Getting desparate, Kathleen pressed the 2 button, and was about to press another button, when a clear voice spoke.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic," said the voice. Kathleen looked around, but saw no one. "Please state your name and business."
Unsure of what to do, Kathleen hesitated. What was going on? What on Earth was the Ministry of Magic? Maybe it was some sort of transportation company. Yes, that was it. She would state her name, and business, then someone would come and pick her up. Relieved, she spoke into the phone.
"Uh, hi. My name is Kathleen Brock. I'm lost, and I need to have someone come and take me back to the hotel where I'm staying."
"Please take the badge, and attatch it to the front of your robes."
A badge then appeared in to slot where return coins normally appeared. Kathleen took it, and looked at it.
Kathleen Brock lost
"What the-?" She never got to finish her sentence, because the telephone booth that she was in suddenly started to move downwards! What was going on? A few second later, a chink of golden light appeared, rose up Kathleen's body, and then the phone booth stopped moving. Kathleen opened the door of the booth, and stepped out. Her jaw dropped.
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Please review, and tell me what you think!
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Summary: A 17 year old American Muggle is visiting London for the first time in her life. One day she gets lost, and accidentally enters the Ministry of Magic! She meets a wizard who is also 17, and the Minister's son! What will happen when she is found out?
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The plane finally landed at Heathrow airport. Kathleen Brock was relieved. She didn't think that she could stand another ten hours inside an airplane. But then she remembered that she had another ten hour plane ride to look forward to when she went back home to Napa, California; but that wouldn't be for another two weeks, fortunateley.
There were still a few people on the airplane, so Kathleen waited until they all got off. When she was the only passenger left on the plane, she got up out of her seat, and walked into the airport. She was alone, for her parents had decided that she was finally old enough to travel alone, for which Kathleen was grateful. She headed towards the luggage claim, got her suitcase, and when she stepped outside into the England summer breeze, she hailed a taxi.
"Where to, miss?" said the taxi driver in a London-Cockney accent.
"The Abbey Road Hotel, in London," Kathleen answered back. She brushed a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear.
"Abbey Road Hotel it is, then," said the driver. He started the engine, and was off.
The drive to the hotel was silent, but not boring. Kathleen kept herself from getting bored by looking out the window, taking in everything she saw, like Big Ben, Windsor Castle, and even a distant glimpse of Buckingham Palace. She was getting very excited. This was he first time in England, first time out of the United States, and she didn't want to miss a thing.
When the taxi driver pulled up to the hotel, he helped Kathleen get her luggage out of the back, Kathleen paid him the taxi fare, and then headed into the hotel. It was a pretty nice hotel, considering how inexpensive it was. There was a fire burning in the fireplace. Kathleen didn't know why, though; it was summer, and already fairly warm outside. She decided to forget about it, and instead went up to the front desk, where a bored looking young man was.
"Excuse me," said Kathleen, to get the man's attention.
"Name?"
"Kathleen Brock."
The young man typed a few keys on the keyboard, then turned back to Kathleen.
"You're in room 11. Here's your key." The young man handed her the key.
"Thank you...?"
"Dudley Dursely," said the young man.
"Thank you, Dudley," said Kathleen. She took her suitcase, and headed off to her room, thinking to herself that Dudley Dursely should get some exercise. He really was quite fat, almost the size of a baby whale.
Kathleen reached room 11 and opened the door. She stepped inside and looked around. There was a window at the other end of the small room, under which there was a bed. There was one nightstand, and on the wall opposite the bed, a dresser, on which a television lay. Opposite the dresser, was the bathroom.
Kathleen set her suitcase on the bed, and after putting her things away, decided that she'd got get something to eat. She was quite hungry, after all, so she walked out of the hotel, waving to Dudley as she passed, and outside. There weren't any cafes near the hotel, so Kathleen had to walk a few blocks to find one.
When she finally did find a cafe that wasn't crowded, which was quite a ways away from the hotel, she wasn't very pleased to see that it was in a dumpy part of town. Despite this, she went into the cafe anyway, where she ordered a cheeseburger for lunch. After she was done eating, she decided to walk around a bit more before going back to the hotel.
She had been walking around for a while, and entered an even dumpier part of town. It was late afternoon. Deciding that she'd go back to the hotel to call her parents to tell them that she had made it to London safely. Kathleen took a few steps in what she thought was the direction of the hotel, only to stop. She didn't know where in London she was. She was lost.
Kathleen looked around for a phone booth, and spotted one in the distance. There was a dumpster near it, and Kathleen thought that someone should empty it, and soon, for it was already filled to overfilling. Kathleen walked over to the phone booth. There was a wall behind it with a lot of grafitti. The phone booth itself was missing several panes of glass, but this didn't matter. Kathleen stepped inside it. She closed the door of the phone booth, and picked up the phone, thinking that she would call for a taxi to come pick her up.
But what was the phone number for the taxi company? Oh yes. Kathleen started puching the numbers. 6...2...4...4... what was the number after four? Was it a two or a six? Getting desparate, Kathleen pressed the 2 button, and was about to press another button, when a clear voice spoke.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic," said the voice. Kathleen looked around, but saw no one. "Please state your name and business."
Unsure of what to do, Kathleen hesitated. What was going on? What on Earth was the Ministry of Magic? Maybe it was some sort of transportation company. Yes, that was it. She would state her name, and business, then someone would come and pick her up. Relieved, she spoke into the phone.
"Uh, hi. My name is Kathleen Brock. I'm lost, and I need to have someone come and take me back to the hotel where I'm staying."
"Please take the badge, and attatch it to the front of your robes."
A badge then appeared in to slot where return coins normally appeared. Kathleen took it, and looked at it.
Kathleen Brock lost
"What the-?" She never got to finish her sentence, because the telephone booth that she was in suddenly started to move downwards! What was going on? A few second later, a chink of golden light appeared, rose up Kathleen's body, and then the phone booth stopped moving. Kathleen opened the door of the booth, and stepped out. Her jaw dropped.
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Please review, and tell me what you think!
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