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The year is 2009 and 15 year old, witch Shayla MaeDove is moving to Great Britain! This leads to her furthering education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wazardry. Find out how this young girl can turn lives upside down... especially one Severus Snape. Rated 'M' for later chapters.
A/N Ok, so this will be my story, just for the fun of it. Right now it'll stay in the 'T' zone, but I'll put up warnings for when the content goes any higher than than that. Please enjoy the works of my brilliant mind. Feel free to coment and help me correct mistakes. Thanx =)
Prologue: Movin' on out!
"SHAYLA!" a loud yell sounded through the apartment like an echo. A lump in the bed shifted slightly and slinked further into the sleeping bag it was currently occupying, as a groan could be heard. '…and the storm approaches…' the lump thought. Seconds later, the lump's mother burst through her bedroom door. This lump just happened to be Shayla MaeDove. "Shayla, what are you doing? We've got to be at the airport in a few hours!" If it was possible, (and it is with this girl) Shayla slipped farther into her sleeping bag whining; "Five more minutes, mommy, please?"
Shayla sighed. She knew she was pushing it already, plus, she probably should start getting ready anyway. "Nice try, you asked me that a half hour ago, and your still not up!" Fae told her daughter exasperatedly. "Now get the hell UP!" That being said Fae swiftly exited the room again, leaving Shayla groaning as she sat up quickly and jumped out of the bed like her ass was on fire, all but running, as if she hadn't just been lazily resting only seconds ago.
This fast reaction was due to that fact that Shayla was used to instantly waking, especially after years of being hastily awakened by her mother. She would jump out of bed like she'd been awake the whole time ounce she heard her name being called. Even then though you could still tell she was just now awake, as she staggered and hit the wall with her shoulder, just a normal morning side effect for her. Shayla heard her mother in another room making a lot of noise. Shayla sighed exasperatedly, 'Man… she's on a rampage…' ounce her mom got like this there was no way of stopping her.
Shayla looked around at her soon to be ex-bedroom, the walls were barren, there were boxes lined up against the wall, the only thing that wasn't packed up were her basic essentials, things she brought everywhere, and the bed against the wall with nothing on it but a sleeping bag. 'Well, not for long.' With a yawn and stretch, Shayla thought; 'Hmm… better get these boxes cleared up before that lady decides to help me…' That was such a disagreeable option that she shivered, so with a snap of her fingers, a sliver of wood appeared in her hand. Shayla flicked her wrist and the boxes and bed shrunk in size.
Another couple of flicks opened a suitcase sitting in the corner and levitated her belongings neatly inside. 'Good, now she won't nag me for a little while.' She thought with a grimace, her mother had a habit of being a knaggy witch sometimes. Speaking of witches, Shayla just happened to be one, and if you asked her, being a witch had great advantages. In fact she could make an impossibly long list of reasons why. Shayla leant her suitcase against the wall as she left the room to go take a shower down the hall, conjuring some towels and a toothbrush on the way.
While in the shower, Shayla contemplated the voyage ahead of her. At first she had been shocked at her mother request at moving to Great Britain. Europe, half-way around the world, for Merlin's sake! Then outraged that she had already made the decision, and if Shayla didn't wan to come, she could just move in with her uncle, that choice she declined swiftly. Besides, it wasn't as if she didn't love her uncle or something, it's just that she wasn't ready to leave her mother to fend for herself quite yet. There are some good points to the arrangement though.
Everyone and anyone that paid even minimal amounts of attention to her behavior would be able to figure out who the two objects of her obsessions were. One of them lives in Europe: Alan Rickman. He wasn't actually single, but hell, he wasn't really married either. The only things she would miss in the U.S. were her best friends, muggle and magical alike. 'Especially Curt, the gay one. And Indy, the incredibly, dim-witted one. Ahh… I'm gonna miss those two.' Shayla hopped out of the shower and hurried to her room.
She flicked the door closed as she opened her closet, where there was just one pair of clothes hanging. Shayla dried herself completely and slipped into her black jeans and short sleeved low cut T-shirt. Ounce she as dressed, she started to grab for he essentials, when there was a pop of apparition. Shayla didn't even worry about the guest's she had, she could sense her two best friend's magical signatures a mile away. "Hey guy's, what's up?" Shayla waved a hand over her shoulder, her back turned.
She wasn't disturbed until a pair of long, lanky arms wrapped around her upper arms disabling their use, and Curt rested his sharp chin atop Shayla's head. "Bubblez… c'mon, can't you see I'm trying to make sure I'm ready and have everything I need?" Bubblez was Curt's nickname. The arms disappeared at ounce. "What, no hugs then? Fine, I see how it is." Shayla turned to see Curt with his hands on his hips. "And I was just gonna help you finish up here. And…" Curt fake teared up. "... Say goodbye…" He actually had the gall to sniffle. The smirk on Shayla's face lasted for all of a second before it was quickly replaced by a sweet smile, actually the most dangerous.
Shayla swiftly swept up to Curt and enveloped him a tight embrace. "Aww… I'm so sorry…" Shayla pouted. "Of course you can help me…" She backed up and grinned devilishly. "You can start by getting my suitcase. And then, please be so kind as to help my mother with her boxes." Shayla faced Indy, almost laughing as she said; "You can help too." Indy looked up in confusion as she had been far gone, leaning against the wall as she texted to one of her muggle friends. "Huh… Oh, yeah! " Curt smacked his forehead against the nearest wall. "Wait, so what did you want me to do again?"
Shayla turned around and examined herself in the mirror she had conjured. Most of the time she and Curt, would just tune the girl out if they could. The shame of it all was; you could call her a lot of things and they would always mean the same thing, after all, she wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack. Curt walked over to the suitcase against the wall, and tried to pick it up, realizing it was too heavy. Curt looked over at Shayla. "Are you gonna help, or not?" Shayla shot a look over her shoulder that clearly said: No. Not really. But you wish don't you? "Bitch…" Curtis mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" She challenged him with her eyes. "Nothing. Indy, get your slow ass over here and help me, NOW!" He sighed. She was still standing where she had been for the past five minutes. "Ok! Stop rushing me Bubblez. I mean it's not my fault. You're the one who told Shayla you wanted to help; you should know how she is by now." Indy had a tendency to get over hyped about little bits of criticism, but to be truthful it does nothing but damage to always get put down.
Indy finally tried to help Curt lift the very heavy suitcase. "Damb, what the fuck did you put in here, your whole room?" Shayla sighed, she had to do everything. "Yes! And I can't ever rely on you guy's for anything can I? Seriously, for witches, you guy's really are completely useless." She flicked her wand at the suitcase, and with one simple charm it could be easily moved. "Well then shit, Shayla, why didn't you just do that in the first place?" Indy practically shouted. "Cause I didn't feel like it, shit!" Right about then, Shayla pulled out her IPod, and popped in her earphones to tune out the rest of Indy's rant, by turning it up all the way.
"Whatever." Shayla waved her off non-chalantly. "Yeah ok, whatever, Shayla. Cause you know what? You're a bitch." Indy retorted. "You took the words right out of my mouth." Shayla smirked. 'What can I say? I really am a bitch, in that I'm mean and selfish, cruel and nasty. Oh well, you are what you are.' Shayla was not afraid to admit it to anyone, if anything she'd be honest about to self if not others. After Curt and Indy left her in the room, she had time to scan the bare walls. Everything was gone. 'Soon I will be too.' She sighed. 'Mom just had to move the business to Europe. I'm really gonna miss everything… not so much the family… but everything else there is to miss.' Standing straight, Shayla left the room closing the door behind her, for the last time.
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