A Tail of Majic

by Mentally-Messed-up

We are writing this story jointly, we meaning Foo and J.

Isaac, Roy and Katie are ours, and anyone else who doesnt bleong in HP. All Hp charactures blelong to J.K Rowling blah blah blah we are not making money from this and so on. Waring: this story is extremely weird.

Constructive critisism appreciated, PLEASE REVIEW!

I am a Fish.

No I am not insayne I am aktualie a fish. And becoz I am a Fish I can NOT spell.

I take no part in this story, I just 'append to forl apon it now and agen.

If yor reeding this hear storie, then ye be a reetarrd, be worned, this is a very troo storie.

It beginns in a time I can't place, in a world I can't rememberr, with karictures that aren't really that importint, and plots that nevar wurk

Chapter One

The End

In the Low Streets of London, long shadows fell upon upturned rubbish bins and graffitied walls. Black figures moved around a corner and into the light cast by a flickering lamppost. They leant on the lamppost and lit cigarettes while several others graffitied a nearby wall. They suddenly froze as a small figure opened two steel gates and stumbled into the glow cast by the still flickering lamppost. The figure straightened up and without glancing around, locked the gates.

"Who are you?" Came a voice from behind the figure, a girl in her late Teens stepped into the light and peered at the small figure before her. She was Tall and muscular though she was curvy and had a pretty face. She was wearing black jeans and a tight t-shirt. Her hair was tinted a reddy brown and hung around her face.

The figure didn't respond, it appeared transfixed.

"Well? Would you answer the question?" Snapped the girl.

The Figure looked up finally. It was a girl, around sixteen. She was slim, and petite. She had blonde hair which had been pulled up into a messy bun and wore a black dress which came to above her knees. It had been torn up the side revealing angry cuts along slim thighs. Her feet were bare and she held red stilettos and a black handbag.

"Who are you?" Asked the girl. She had a quiet voice and stumbled as she spoke.

"My names Roy, I'm the leader of this group" She gestured to the figures behind her. "But that's not the question", she continued moving closer to the trembling figure, "The question is.. Who are you?"

"That d-doesn't m-matter right now. I have to go." She tried to move away but was block by two blokes who pushed her up against the wall behind her. Roy turned to face her she lit a cigarette and started to speak.

"What is a person like you doing at this time of night, holding a key to the Cashews Mansion and wearing.." She looked the girl up and down, "that."

"My names Kate. I-I live here."

"Yeah right. Everyone knows that they only people that live here are Mr. Cashew himself and his daughter Hemarania or whatever her name is. And as Mr. Cashew is a world known designer in fashion clothing I somehow doubt his daughter would dress like that."

The figures behind her started and scattered as a torch illuminated the scene, a policeman on night duty. Roy snatched the handbag in Kate's hands and ran. Kate gave a shout of outrage and sprinted after the thief. The Policeman gave a shout and gave chase. He stopped, panting and leaned over, a stitch in his side. His great size and weight was no match against the teenagers ahead. Roy dashed around a corner and hit a stone wall. She fell over and looked up. She had ran right into the public toilets. She saw the shadow of Kate and hurriedly ran into the bathrooms. She only just entered when Kate dashed in after her.

"Stay right there!" Screamed Roy

"No! I want my handbag!" Yelped Kate.

Roy glanced at the door and then pulled a gun from her belt. She pointed it at Kate's forehead and said quietly.

"Don't move."

"Holy Shit!" Swore a voice from behind them. Roy spun around and realised with a shock they had entered the guy's toilets.

A guy taller than both girls stood washing his hands in a chipped basin.

"Oh God." Roy sighed, exasperated. She rolled her eyes, pushed Kate into the nearest cubicle and then pointed the gun at the guy.

"I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason. Now get in that cubicle." She pointed at the cubicle which she had pushed Kate into only moments before. He put his hands up and ran into the cubicle. Roy swore and leaned against the basin. Now what? Roy thought despairingly, the guy had nothing to do with this and that Kateperson would defiantly cause-

"What the Heck!?" Kate's voice filtered through the cubicle door. Roy walked over and opened the door. A blinding blue light met her eyes. Kate and the Guy stood gaping at the toilet from which the blue light was coming from.

"I knew there was a reason why not to come into the boys bathrooms." Came Kate's faltering voice.

"Oh Shut up." Roy shouted. She stepped forwards and looked into the toilet. The blue light grew brighter and changed suddenly to a blinding white and then just as the three teenagers thought their eyes could not bear it any longer everything went black…

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