Wands, Fangs and a Whole Lot Of Love
Disclaimer! : I do NOT own any of the Harry Potter Characters, or Hogwarts, they are owned by J.K Rowling.
I do own Shaylianna, Liz, Adam etc.
Chapter 1
I trudged through the busy streets of the city that for the past 2 years I have called home, London. I had my ipod on and turned up high, just simply trying to block out everything and everyone around me. My attempts were futile, but what can I say? Cant blame a girl for trying. I arrived at the coffee shop where I was to meet my long time BFF, Elizabeth Sterling, for a cup of coffee. Translation: one and a half hours of listening to her going on and on about her life with her boyfriend, Adam Sanders. Ugh. As if my mood wasn't bad enough already. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love both of them. There the closest thing to a family I've had in years. But I cant help but feel lonely.
Now anyway, I cant see Liz anywhere so I just head on in to the back of the shop and grab our usual booth. We both liked it because it was away from the main hustle and bustle of the coffee shop. I wait 10 minutes and there is still no sign of Liz. Must be with Adam. I walk up to the counter and order us both a nice hot caramel latte. Just as I arrive back at the table I spy Elizabeth come stumbling in through the front door, absolutely soaked through. I look out the window of the shop to see that its absolutely pouring. I looked at Liz as she sat down in front of me and I automatically handed her the hoodie I had on underneath my jacket.
God love Liz. She looked like a confused little puppy, a very wet puppy at that. "Shay, what this for?"
I just role my eyes and pointed to her chest. Typical Liz to wear a white t-shirt with a back bra when its gonna rain. Liz looks down and turns bright red.
"Thanks Shay" is the mumbled reply I get as she quickly wraps herself in my cosy hoodie.
"Just drink your coffee before it gets cold" is all I mumble back.
I don't understand how me and Liz have been friends for so long. I mean we're both so different. Almost complete opposites. I mean Liz is bouncy, loud, talkative, open and an all round good friend. Where as I'm a woman of few words, as Liz would describe me, I'm unapproachable, quiet, and as a lot of people would say emo.
But its not just our personalities that are opposites, our outward appearances are opposites as well. Liz is short, about 5'1,long blond hair, pretty blue eyes and has huge boobs. Where as I'm tall, about 5'10, short punky styled hair that's bleached white with black in the fringe, deep forest green eyes and reasonable sized boobs.
A poke to the centre of my forehead brings me back to planet earth.
"You haven't been listening to a word I said have you?" I don't even need to look at the face of my best friend to know what she looks like, with her arms crossed, brow furrowed and lips pouted, looking very much like a pouty puppy. She needs to stop spending so much time with Adam.
"I don't need to listen to you Liz. I know what you say before you even open that mouth of yours," I reply, the same way I do every time she asks this same question.
Liz pouts again, "fine then miss I know what your gonna say, what did I say?"
God love Liz, she looked so proud. Like she'd finally caught me out. Poor Liz.
"You were telling me about how sweet Adam was last night. He took you out for dinner at this cute little diner, then he took you home and the two of you-"
"Ok, ok, ok. You know what I'm gonna say. Am I that predictable?" she pouts again.
Poor Liz. She really had no idea.
"Yeah Liz. You are that predictable," was my mumbled reply as I take the last sip of coffee.
A loud bang notifies me that Elizabeth's head had just then descended upon the poor unsuspecting table. I sigh and look at the top of Liz's head and roll my eyes at her typical display of Liz behaviour.
"Liz, please, how many times do I have to tell you that if you continue to bang your hard head on this poor helpless table you are going to crack it," I say to the top of her curly blonde head, "and the last bit of sanity I had left," of course that last part was mumbled. Liz heard it anyway, but as usual chose to ignore it, and just sat there pouting at me.
As predicted I spent almost an hour and a half listening to Liz go on and on about her and Adam. Shocker. After we left the coffee shop Liz and I decided we'd both take a walk down town to some of the local book stores, because lets face it, I had nothing better to do, plus Liz needed at least a little distraction from Adam sometimes.
After walking around the book stores to no avail, Liz and I finally spilt up to head for home. When I arrived at my apartment building I headed for the elevator while pulling the key to my penthouse apartment. The usual elevator ride seemed to take longer than usual as it carried me up to the very top of my building.
As I walk though my apartment all I can smell is the welcoming smell of…. Paint? My eyes widen. SHIT! I leg it to my studio, only to see the door wide open and a certain grey kitten sitting in the centre of the room playing with an empty tube of green oil paint. I do a double take of the room. Everywhere is covered in paint!
"How on earth?" I think out loud. "Sheba!"
I whirl round to look at the innocent looking kitten. Sheba tilts her head to the side and gazes at me with her big mischievous green eyes. Her eyes are almost identical to mine. As soon as Liz pointed it out there was no way I couldn't take her home.
I sigh. There is no way its possible to stay mad at a face like Sheba's. I shake my head at her as she pads over to me and starts winding round my legs. I pick her up as I leave the room.
"Come on baby girl, lets get you cleaned up." I coo at her softly.
Sheba is the only one who gets to see my soft side. I carry her into my bathroom and set her on the counter, grab some baby wipes and begin the long task of removing the numerous colours of paint from Sheba's soft grey fur. I bet your wondering how wiping paint of a kitten could possibly be a long task. Well let me tell you, its not easy when said kitten loves to play with said wipes.
After half an hour of wiping Sheba's fur, I finally got the last of the paint out of her fur. She sits looking at me and I already know what she wants. I pick her up once again and carry her into the kitchen and set her on the counter, while I pull some chicken (cooked obviously) out of the fridge. I cut it into tiny pieces and place them in Sheba's little dish, setting it in front of her.
"Well, now that your busy I better go and clean up my studio. Again." I mumble disapprovingly while taking one last glace at my little kitten.
I walk to the centre of the room and take a deep breathe, close my eyes, snap them open again and take off. Only the space of two seconds has gone by and I'm standing in the middle of the room where I started. Only now the room is spotless again, as if there never was a mess to begin with. I look around, proud of my work.
I look behind me as I hear Sheba enter the room.
"Oh no missy. Out of here." I pick her up and leave the room, shutting it behind me. I look down at Sheba then look at my watch. "Hmm, six o'clock. Tea time for me I guess." I walk back towards the kitchen, sitting Sheba down on her scratching post as I pass. I pull a bottle out of the fridge and place it in the micro-wave to heat. I pull it out and take a sip, and instantly feel the constant burn in my throat lessen ever so slightly. I lean back against the counter, sipping my dinner, trying to ignore the ache in my canines. I listen to the silence of my apartment, only the scrapes of Sheba's claws on her post breaks this silence. My muscles relax, and I finally let my guard down.
Big mistake.
The next thirty seconds is complete mayhem.
Suddenly the door to my apartment flies open and Liz comes flying in in an absolute state, something rams itself in to my kitchen window right next to my head, and I almost spit my dinner everywhere. Luckily for my quick reflexes, this situation wasn't a total disaster. Before Liz even gets to the kitchen, I spin round, dispose of my dinner, open the window to find the same damn owl that has been banging into my window for over a year now, 'How the fuck has that thing not got brain damage yet?' I shut it into a cupboard just in time to spin round and see Liz's tear streaked face come tumbling through my kitchen door.
"Liz? What on earth happened?" I say to her with only a hint of worry in usual my monotone voice. "And just how did you get into my apartment?"
As usual Liz ignores most of my questions. Now before I go further, let me explain. Liz is never unwelcome in my home, in fact she spends most of her time, that isn't spent with Adam, in my apartment. But she just couldn't have chosen a worse time to let herself into my apartment. 'How the fuck did she get in here?'
My eyes widen as I hear a rumble from the cupboard behind me. "Shit." I mumble to myself.
"Sh…Sh…Shayla, Adam… he… he didn't… he didn't come… home last night." Liz sobs as she tries to wrap her arms around me. I manage to manoeuvre out of the way.
I grab her by the shoulders. "Liz. Liz. Elizabeth!"
My raised voice startles Liz into silence. I stand in the middle of my kitchen breathing heavy, eyes squeezed shut and my jaws aching. 'I haven't lost control in years, and I'm not planning on starting now.'
"Shay… you ok?" Liz asks quietly.
I continue breathing. I calm down enough to open my eyes, only a small tinge of red left.
"Fine." I whisper.
"You don't look ok." Liz shakily states.
"I'm fine." I look at Elizabeth. " Liz, go home. I'm sure by the time you get there Adam will be waiting. Sam probably just had him on patrol. You know what he's like." is all I reply, my voice just above a whisper. I rub my eyes, an odd feeling of tiredness running through my body.
"You really think so?" Liz looks hopeful.
I sigh. Again. "Yes Liz." I rub my face again.
Liz smiles, wraps me in a hug and then heads toward the door. 'Scratch that, bounces towards the door.' She turns to look at me.
"Thanks again Shay. Your always there for me." and with that she's gone as quickly as she arrived.
'One problem down, one more to go.' I turn towards the cupboard only to find that its open and the owl is perched on top of the tap, looking at me with its big yellow eyes.
I sigh, looking at the familiar features of the owl that has been paying me visits every night for the last year.
"I'm really not in the mood. Just give me the letter and go." the owl blinks at me and drops the letter on the counter, turns around and promptly flies into the window. I sigh. 'I'm doing a lot of that tonight it seems.' "At least wait until I open it." I open the window for the silly bird.
I look at the familiar envelope. Oddly, for once I open it. I slowly begin to read the professors familiar script.
Dear Shaylianna,
I know you must be getting quite fed up of my letters. But I must insist. It would be very beneficial for our students if you would teach a class on your species and other mythical creatures.
I understand that Hagrid also teaches such a subject. But Hagrid and myself have came to the conclusion that if you were to teach the students about the creatures like yourself e.g. vampires, werewolves, mer-people, etc. and Hagrid will teach the students about creatures such as unicorns, griffins, phoenix etc. it would make it much easier for the students to take in the knowledge.
You would be such a valued member of staff Shaylianna. I urge you to at the very least think about this position.
Yours sincerely
Professor A Dumbeldor
I place the letter down on the counter and head through to the den. I smile gently as I see Sheba asleep on her post. She's on her back with her head hanging off the ledge on her scratching post and her little grey tail swaying slowly. I walk over and gently lift her in to my arms and head towards my studio. I turn the lights on low, place Sheba on her little bed next to my easel and prepare for yet another night. 'It's nights like this when wish I could sleep. Perhaps I should consider it, what with Liz moving to America with Adam. There is nothing holding me here anymore.' So for the rest of the night I worked on a charcoal picture on the school I believed I would soon be staying at for a while.
End of chapter 1
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