chapter 1
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Sorry
Megan Thorn was never normal, though you would never guess at a glance. Meg was somewhat tall. She had short and curly red hair that hung to her shoulders, half-rimmed glasses, and freckles. She worn graphic tees and cargo pants. She had elvish features and blue-green eyes.
What you don't know is that she keeps all kinds of enchanted objects in the pockets of her cargo pants from rocks that always chase their targets, to unbearable Chinese finger traps.
What you also don't know is that her mother is Hecate the Greek goddess of magic. She was only in London visiting her cosin a son of Hermes, who worked as a locksmith, receptionist, and pharmisist. His name was Simon Tyke.
That's when the letter arrived. One minute she's walking down the street and the next, an owl handed her a letter. It read:
Dear ms. Megan Thorn. You have been accepted into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Meg looked at the letter, it was not often a demigod gets exempted to a school of any kind. she was so going.
'Well,' she thought looking at the letter paganism before pocketing it. 'I'm off to this, Diagon Alley.'
Meg looked up at the pub in front of her. To be honest The Leaky Caldron didn't look like much. The paint was flat black and peeling and it looked rather boring.
'So this is the entrance to wizard society? I don't think I'm allowed inside the wizarding world then. It's obviously not for children. I need to be 21 or up.' She thought.
Meg made sure no one was watching and stepped inside.
The inside looked like... Well a pub.
A lively pub at that, she walked to the bar and took a seat.
"Excuse me bartender!" she called. "Mind telling me how to get to Diagon Alley?"
He looked at her seriously and said "In the back. From the rubbish bin up two, three left."
"Thank you." she said.
She had walked to the back and hit the brick, up two from the trash can, and then three left, when she remembered she didn't have wizard money.
'Oh Hades!'
She walked to the nearest torch and dropped in an offering, a ratheodds assortment of sweets. She prayed for money to Hades and her mother, Hecate, and soon felt a new weight in one of her pockets.
She smiled to her self as she took out her list and continued down Diagon Alley.
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