"So all I need to do is transfer the money into a family member's account, then I can withdraw all of my money?" she asked.
"To put it simply, yes. Then I suggest you get a safe for your flat, someone is bound to notice activity in our accounts."
"That sounds reasonable. We used to do untraceable owls all the time in the Order and since my finances are private as soon as they're transferred to Fred's account I'll have it transferred to the bank here." Ginny said as she squatted at the coffee table and began to write a letter. Draco sat down at the couch and busied his fingers with tossing a glass trinket from the markets about.
"Won't Fred notice the money added and then withdrawn?"
Ginny shook her head, "No, he has an account for the shop and then one he used while at Hogwarts that I bet the spiders are playing Quidditch in." she sealed up the envelope and went to reach into her pocket. Her eyes wandered in her sockets a little as she continued to pat her side and she cursed under her breath as she realized she had no wand. For most witches this would have been easily noticed, but considering her wand had been destroyed in Moscow and she had been without it her entire stay at St. Mungo's it wasn't until she was returning to regular activities she noticed it was missing.
"That's convenient. I've never looked for a wand shop here before; come on we'll have to find out where wizards do their shopping." Draco said.
"It doesn't really seem safe. Us going out in magic public together." Ginny sighed looking at Draco's dark wooden wand with intricate detailing. He was twirling in between his fingers with a grin.
"Aren't you a bit old for that?"
"No."
Ginny grabbed his hand and pressed the tip to the envelope; muttering a few words under her breath. The seams of the envelope glowed orange, and a viscous syrup formed on top of the folds, but when it was absorbed there was no trace of colour or dampness.
"Thanks. Once we find an owl we'll send this and I can get a haircut and pay you for the apartment."
"Are you done holding my hand now or can we go?" Draco jerked his wand hand away impatiently.
"But it was a moment..."
Evangeline's was a small building with wooden floors and walls with a thatched roof. The wizarding market they had found was a half-hour walk from their area and consisted of twelve small buildings. Ginny's hair had been cut to just below her ears; the hood of her thin white shirt was pulled up over her head and she was wearing a large pair of brown sunglasses. Draco had adorned himself with sunglasses as well and Ginny's paranoia had caused him to press the tip of his wand to his scalp and change his hair colour to an ashen brown for the excursion.
"I look disgusting."
Ginny ignored him and tapped lightly on the shining blue bell on the counter. The cylindrical building had shelves all the way around with multiple small boxes stacked in an organized manner that was visibly separated it from Ollivander's. A thin woman with dark glistening skin descended a small staircase that was concealed by the counter and the small enclave behind it. She smiled widely at the two and placed her hands on the counter.
"Looking for a wand I assume?" she said. Ginny nodded with a smile and Draco merely shrugged. "He's friendly isn't he?" the witch said, her smile remaining on her face.
"Don't mind him Miss..."
"Evangeline. Welcome to my shop, these are all my wands." she gestured around proudly with fluid movements. "Let's get started, hmm?"
Ginny rolled up her sleeves and nodded. It took over an hour for a wand to find her, but she finally settled on a willow wand. It had a very feminine look to it unlike Ollivander's wands which were unmistakable British looking with dark woods and old-style engravings. This wand felt surprisingly lighter in her hand but fit securely in her grip while the 14 inch length was longer than her previous wand.
Evangeline smiled and went to the register; including a sapphire-blue, glass bottle of wand polish and a satin cloth for cleaning in a box which she tied with a bright yellow ribbon. Ginny paid her and complimented on the fine craftsmanship and left with a friendly wave; Draco striding before her.
Draco was arguing with her about her belittling him in front of people and how he wouldn't stand for it when she noticed one of the first buildings after the huts that lead towards the market. It was much darker than the other Muggle shops around it, with a dark green awning that looked out of place beside the starch-white fabrics in the shops beside it. The sign showed a quill inside a bottle of ink resting on a piece of parchment which read "Piper's Pages."
Ginny steered towards it and Draco, muttering, had followed her in. The interior was cool and smelt of leather and cinnamon, with bookcases lining the walls, there were three doors to the first floor, one behind a till of to Ginny's right, the other on the opposite wall between two bookshelves where a staircase could be seen and the other on the last remaining wall was covered by a dark, red curtain.
"Confounded beast, whoever thought of these blasted books should mistake a Lethifold for a quilt!" swore a voice coming through the curtain. Ginny and Draco watched as shreds of paper flew up around a short, balding wizard as a ferocious looking book snarled and snapped at him.
Ginny instantly recognized it as the Monster Book of Monsters and rushed forward to his aid. When she carefully stroked the spine of the book and it fell open and dormant the man let out a sigh of relief and placed it on the shelves with a thick bookmark inside to keep it propped open.
"Much thanks Miss; how did you know how to calm the brute down?" he asked. The man crossed his arms and sized up Draco, he reached the blonde's collarbone but he was staring at Draco fearlessly. When he turned to Ginny he was wearing a broad smile.
With most wizards, his age was difficult to decipher, however he looked around his sixties with small tufts of white hair around the back of his head and above his ears and a shining bald spot at the top. He was dressed in heavy robes of a deep orange that were embroidered with patterns of what looked like the constellations. He had a friendly look to him with a voice tinged with a dwindling Irish accent. Ginny had forgotten she was in hiding when she admitted:
"Oh our Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts assigned them to us years back." and looked to Draco with a look of distress on her face as soon as the wizard turn his back, it was received by his frustrated stare.
"Oh! Hogwarts! Brilliant! It's been ages since I've had customers from there I'm Gregory Piper, and you two are?"
"Satine Auburn, and this is my...husband.." Ginny had glanced at a witches romance novel using the name of the book for her first name and the colour for the last, she desperately looked outside to see a Muggle motorcycle parked out front, "..Harley Auburn. Pleased to meet you."
"Oh well aren't you two a lovely couple. Honeymoon in the Caribbean?" he grinned, winking suggestively at Ginny. Ginny pulled Draco close with a cruel grin and giggled.
"Oh you are devilish Mr. Piper! But yes it is our honeymoon! When my Harleykins surprised me and we apparated into a cabana romance sweet I thought he had slipped me a sleeping drought and I was really in the Leaky Cauldron. But..well..I woke up and here I am." Ginny let out an impressively realistic sigh. Draco was breathing rather heavily and looked down at her with a glare that would have caused her to run away in fear in her first year.
"I'm going to kill you"
"Oho! He's a bit of a brute himself isn't he?" Mr. Piper chuckled using his wand to shoot air at some quills to blow away the dust.
"That's another reason I knew how to handle that book." Ginny grinned, Draco was pinching her toe with his heel rather painfully until she jabbed him the back with her wand.
"Well that's a shame you're not staying; I'm hiring actually and I thought it'd be nice to have some fresh blood in here like yours. In case you change your mind here's my card; I'm closing up shortly for the day so I'm afraid our visit will have to be cut short. Come back and visit though!"
"Oh we will! Have a nice evening!" Ginny waved; cutting down on her sweetness a little. When the door to the shop locked behind them and they were out in the sunlight Ginny quickly let go of Draco and clutched her ribs while laughing hysterically.
"You little weasel! What the hell was that! What did I say about not belittling me in front of people? I should have left you in St. Mungo's! You're barking mad!" he hissed. His face had reddened and his glare could wither plants to ashes if he focused on them instead of Ginny.
Ginny lead the way back to the flat; her hand still pressed tightly against her stinging ribcage. "Oh Harley, relax. You make it too easy to take the mickey out of you. I'll leave you alone for a while if it'll make you happy. Besides, I may have found a job."
"I do not! You're an insufferable witch, you know? What were you thinking? And Harley? Merlin's sake what the hell was that?"
Ginny merely shrugged and continued to lead the way back. With a smile she took a deep inhale of the fragrant air and tuned out Draco completely; she couldn't remember when she had laughed like that but it felt nice nonetheless.
AN: I did edit this so I hope there's not too many errors, but then again it's kinda late.