The professor from Hogwarts was a bespectacled woman in her late thirties in green robes who was very judgmental. The moment she took in my attire, she immediately protested taking me to Diagon Ally. I didn't look that bad.
I was wearing a loose, long sleeved green dress that matched the trees leaves that grow on an aspen tree. The same shade as my eyes. Around my waist my pan flute was strapped tightly to me. I wasn't wearing any shoes, but around my ankle was the normal nymph anklet that symbolizes I'm one of them. Perched atop my nest of dark brown curls was a flower crown of the calla flower (the flower that means regal) another symbol of who I am. I'm not changing.
Chiron, sensing the inevitable conflict, tried to play the mediator. "Professor McGonagall, I believe we discussed this, aspen will wear the cloak over her normal attire along with sandals during class, and in return will be allowed to be barefoot and in her normal clothing all other times."
"That was before I saw her normal attire." She said then pursed her lips.
"But you are forgetting that b the half-blood, nymph and satyr act of 1243, she isn't require to wear a uniform because it restricts movement." Chiron reminded her.
"And the absence of shoes?" she questioned.
This time I replied, "It's easier to feel the wild life around me wile barefoot. I'm a daughter of pan, my powers are linked with nature"
Knowing she lost this battle the professor wisely gave up.
Diagon ally wasn't that impressive in my opinion. I mean, sure it was cool and all, but the bright colors and the overall crowded streets were unappealing. I prefer the quite of the wilderness over society. Professor McGonagall basically told me the bare minimum of how to maneuver around Diagon ally and to meet her at the leaky cauldron in three hours before she left. I didn't need to be an empath to know she was embarrassed to be seen with a "half breed" or at least that's what she called me to one of her colleagues, a rather fat balding man with an overly joyful demeanor.
I first went to Gringots, the wizarding bank, to retrieve the Peverell vault key. After waiting in line behind several people I soon grew bored and began to take in my surroundings more thoroughly. The family behind me were rather dull. The mother and father had an air of superiority around them, as though they felt themselves above everyone else. The two sons looked to be fraternal twins. One had long curly hair and mischievous grey eyes while the other brother had short strait hair with soft blue eyes. From there very body language it was easy to tell the curly haired son and the rest of the family don't get along.
After ten minutes it was finally my turn. "Excuse me, sir, but I would very much like a blood test, please to gain access to my vaults." I told the goblin politely. The family behind me was surprised to say the least and so was the goblin until he looked down and saw the anklet and my flower crown.
My father is pan after all. Most magical creatures fall under his domain, including goblins. The goblin, who I learned was Roanoke, gave me the enchanted parchment and a knife. Without batting an eye, I sliced into my hand and let the blood drip onto the parchment.
Aspen Calypso Peverell
January 2 1960.
Demigod
Mother Calypso Elizabeth Peverell
Father Pan
Vaults Peverell vault # 624 and Pan Vault #1
With the conformation of who I was Roanoke's eyes widened and he immediately jumped down. He bowed to me, but I waved him off. "We can skip the formalities, call me aspen and let's move on." I took his stunned look as a conformation and moved on. "Is it a possibility to move all my belongings from vault 624 to vault 1?" Roanoke then called over one of the goblins who were about to send the dull family behind me and told him to prepare the vaults. That obviously upset the family behind me and I quickly jumped in. "oh no, they were waiting in line, I couldn't possibly take their turn away from them. I can wait."
Ignoring the families bewildered looks at the treatment from the goblins we made our way to the cart just in time for the family to join us. Yay. (Sarcasm). Once seated, we went off like a rocket. Twist and turns all through corridors. I wasn't that effected. I couldn't say the same about the family I shared to cart with.
When we finally got to the Peverell and the families vault, who I learned were the blacks, Roanoke held my hand and helped me down, infuriating the blacks. Inside the vault was a lot of gold. Stacks and stacks of it that piled to the ceiling. Grabbing a bag I shoved in fistfuls of gold and waited outside. Roanoke then asked if I would like to go to vault one, but I still had my shopping to do so I replied I would see it another day.
On the cart ride back to the surface I could still feel the mother of the black family eyes on me, almost as though I were an enigma to her. I had access to vault number one, I received respect from the goblins, and I treated them like normal people. But that's just the kind of person I am.
