Dear Potatoes!
I AM SO SORRY I LEFT YOU! I feel absolutely awed up! But! I wanted to say, thank you for all of the favorites and follows! You guys are awesome! I've gone over this, and made some changes, and added a few things that I forgot to put in. Also, I'm sorry for the wait! I went out of town suddenly without warning, so I couldn't update. Well, thanks for reading this, also! Shout out to GameMaker954 for the complement! Anyways, onto the story!
~Misty
After a bit of waiting, the man with misty eyes came back with three boxes.
"I am so sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mr. Olivander," he held out his free hand for me to shake which I shook with a smile. "I'm Arthur, Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure." I introduced myself. His eyes twinkled (A/N…twinkled…I don't even know…) as he looked at me. It felt as though his eyes were looking at my soul. It made me on edge.
"Alright then, what are we waiting for? Go on, give it a swish!" He exclaimed, causing me to flinch a little. I turned around, pointed the first wand at a vase, and swished.
It sounded as though a bomb was set off in the store. The wand had exploded in my face, scaring me out of my skin.
Olivander simply shook his head. "No. Alright. Try this one." He handed me another. I could already tell this one wasn't going to work.
My thoughts were exactly as they were, though the outcome wasn't exactly what I was expecting.
The wand turned into butterflies.
Olivander looked at me baffled.
"Okay then. A tricky one you are." His eyes seemed to glint. I was nervous of this man. He seemed to know there was something up, but had decided to go against it, it seemed.
After what felt like forever of embarrassment, I had eventually found the right wand.
I looked at Mr. Olivander with a soft smile on my face.
"So sorry about all of that, but thank you for helping me find the right one." I said gratefully. He smiled at me. "Of course, Mr. Kirkland, that's what I'm here for." He replied. I looked at his misty eyes with curiosity.
"Anyways, how much will this be?" I asked. He took the wand and examined it. "This will be eleven knuts." He answered. I dug into my pocket for the money to pay him. I grabbed some extra for the damage as well.
"Here, keep the change. It's for the damage and wand problems." He looked like he was about to refuse, but I beat him to it before he could refuse. "Please, it will make me feel better." He sighed and smiled at me. "Alright then. Thank you, and it's not your fault. I've had worse in the past." This made me feel a tad bit better.
I said farewell, and exited the shop. I then made way to some of the shops to collect my supplies to teach the many students at Hogwarts.
There wasn't much that I needed to grab for teaching; just two textbooks. One for the topic, and the other for the assignments for them to do.
After I got my stuff, I had decided that it would probably be best if I just stayed at my house till the first of September. So, I turned back into my angel form when I knew the coast was clear, and flew back home. It wasn't a long flight anyways, and it felt good to stretch my wings.
Once I got home, I put all of my supplies and what not into a special compartment in my old office. I then took out the curriculum book and decided to go over it. It mainly was about goblin rebellions, and what not. Boring. That's how to summon it up in one simple word. I decided that I would teach them something new. Something different. Change.
Time eventually passed by, and it was finally August, giving me five days till school started. So, I decided that I would go back into the Wizarding world and stay there for the time being. Why? It would be impolite to be late, I am a gentleman after all.
I packed my bags, packed my school supplies, got changed into my robes, locked the house, and headed for the fireplace.
I grabbed the Floo, threw it, and off I went to Diagon Ally once more. Once I arrived at my destination, I coughed a little. No matter what I did, I would always have a nauseous feeling after Floo powdering. I shook my too clear it, and began to look for the inn.
Once I found it, I walked in and a bell signaled the front desk manager that he had a customer. He looked up from the Daily Profit, and looked at me.
The man gave a nice, welcoming smile, making me feel a bit better. "Hello! What can I do for ye?" The man had a Scottish accent, reminding me of Scotland, yet, a nicer version who didn't have flaming hair.
"Hello, I'm Arthur Kirkland. By chance, do you have a room available for four nights?" I asked, trying to sound just as welcoming as he did, but failed a little.
The man's smile faulted for a moment and was replaced with a contemplation. He then bent down after signaling me to wait for a moment, grabbed out his schedule book, and flipped it open. He skimmed over it, then looked at me. His smile returned.
"Ye're just in luck Mr. Kirkland! We have a room available for ye." He informed me, and I couldn't help but smile even more.
"Thank you…" The man hadn't give me his name.
"Adie, Adie Brown."
"Thank you, Mr. Brown." The man flushed a little at this. "Please, call me Adie, lad." His smile never faltered.
"Alright then, Adie." I tested the name. His smile grew, (if that was even possible, and reminded me of America's smile) then quickly grabbed out a key.
"Here laddie, I'll lead ye to yer room." He took some of my bags so I didn't have to struggle that much. Even though I've had my human form for a bit, I've still hadn't got my little bit of strength I had before I passed on.
He lead me up some stairs, down a hall, and stopped outside a room. Along the way, he had asked what was my purpose in town was, and I told him that I was going to be teaching at Hogwarts, causing him to sling an arm around my shoulders and smiled at me, and told me he went there and enjoyed learning.
"Here ye are lad. If ye need anythin', I'll be downstairs." He handed me the key, smiled, and took his leave.
I heaved a sigh in relief, and unlocked the door. I heard a satisfying click, and pushed the door open.
The room had a nice bed in the center of the room with a big oval rug under it that was a nice red that faced a fireplace. There was a nice window, and the walls were a light gray that gave off that old vibe. I smiled. The room satisfied me.
I placed down my bags, and began to make the room just a little bit cozier.
After I was finished with this task, I grabbed out a book, took off my necklace, and perched on the windowsill and began to read. I also dozed away from the book here and there to look out at the street.
It was satisfying to see the bustle of people, people who had jobs, people who had families, people who didn't act all nice all the time, and just in general, people.
I envy people for this matter. As an angel, you mainly treat each other with kindness, respect, and all in all, over happy. I was getting annoyed at all of the rainbows and sunshine, so I was very delighted when God had given me the task.
It meant that I could get in a fight, yell, bicker, drink tea, and be the old me. The old man that I missed.
I let out a yawn, stretched my wings and fell in the process.
I quickly began to flutter before I hit the ground, and landed smoothly on the ground. I sighed in relief, picked up my book that I had dropped, and flew back into my room. I then decided that it was time to get some rest.
So I placed the necklace back over my neck, changed into some sleeping clothing, and hoped into bed.
