Oh it's summer again...so you'll hear from me more often hooray

Thank you new alerters! I would have forgotten about my story if it wasn't for you all...

I'm making this chapter more...descriptive so maybe it'll work!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's works nor do I wish to...okay maybe a little...


This shouldn't be allowed. It was horrible and painful to such an agonizing extent. Miruna trailed mournfully behind Mrs. Willweard, bags upon bags upon boxes filled with bags carried around by the previous animagus. This 'shopping' is a horrifing experience and she wouldn't even wish this upon her enemies. Well...maybe that Arlington wizard...

"Miruna dear! I believe we have gotten everything on the list!" Mrs. Willweard pronouced, much to Miruna relief. After the chocolate incident, Ailee dragged our heroine with amazing strength to a bath and scrubbed her clean before allowing Miruna to lazily soak. Mrs. Willweard, ever the nosey person, searched Miruna's clothing, removing the vest, daggers, and boots.

She soon found the note that another certain animagus left in there, immediately opening it, and deciphering the dragon language with a swish of a wand for temporary need. It was just a list of things that an animagus such as Miruna would need as many others students attending a wizardry school would. Though a few seemed a little off, such as the differing blood mixtures and herbs, it seemed normal. There was a note written on the back, but Ailee determined that whoever gave her little woman this note must think highly of her. So she left it be and took a complaining Miruna out of the bath.


Which leads us to now. Miruna did recieve her wand, or wand-like object. It was made from the common birch tree mixed with the blood of a dragon, much to Miruna's dislike. It's outer surface gleamed a dull grey, for it was coated with melted rock, for her magic was very animalistic and unrefined. It had a simple handle, for the ex-animagus feels uncomfortable around "posh" and "pampered" objects. They visited a robe shop to get fitted for the new year and the latest fashion, so when the two entered the shop it was packed with giddy witches and sullen wizards dragged by either their mothers, wives, or girlfriends.

A friendly sales lady attacked them, quickly measuring our tall and somewhat lanky heroine before greeting her favorite customer and giving Mrs. Willweard her previously ordered clothing. A fabric filled hour later, Miruna walked out with even more bags before Ailee transfigured them into her purse, relieving Miruna of her burden with a sigh of happiness.

They went to the cauldron shoppe, losing Miruna only once, and leaving victoriously with a used cauldron. Ailee was horrified when Miruna picked out the beaten thing. She did not want the freshly painted and intricately made one that Mrs. Willweard offered, instead she shown Ailee the dirty cauldron and explained that it merely reminded her of home. It carried a faint wilderness smell, which Ailee shrinked away from and told Miruna she could have if she cleaned it properly.

They soon went to a pet shop. Well that's what it seemed to Miruna, for she forgotten what Ailee called the place. After much coaxing, a fluffy fat grey owl was picked by Miruna, for it feared the woman at first before trusting the strange person, creating a type of respect for the bird.

"I believe we have everything dear," Aille commented as she handed Miruna the silver gilded cage with Roxan the fluffy fat owl, as Miruna dubbed him with a grin. "Now we must get you proper clothing! You can't always walk around with Ollivander's clothing!" Miruna sheepishly smiled at the statement. After Mrs. Willweard threw away her old clothing, she gave Miruna some of her friend's son's clothing for her to wear until Ailee bought her clothes. Miruna scoffed and sadly walked after the scurrying old woman, knowing another day will pass before she gets all the clothing the woman believes our heroine needs.

Finally, the day has come in which Ailee has prepared for. She scrubbed, washing, rinsed, scrubbed harder, and dried Miruna before attacking her hair and dressing her in her new clothes. Miruna saw memories in Ailee's eyes, most likely remembering her own children, so the woman allowed the older one to dress and comb her at will without a fight. Mrs. Willweard clapped and showed Miruna to the mirror, eager to be praised for her work. Miruna couldn't help but stare at the reflection before her.

Her tangled, unruly hair was combed to a shine and was neatly trimed, soft thick bangs falling across her forehead, the ends resting above her right eye. Her skin was slightly red from the vicious bath but it was visibly clean. Her hands were the worst casualities, her long fingers cleaned and nails taken care of properly, her palms and their callouses visible but not dirty as before. She wore a grey vest above a pale white long sleeve button up, a pair of black slacks hanging on her long legs before Ailee covered Miruna with a cloak.


Mrs. Willweard explained she'll get a colored tie and a housecrest as soon as she was sorted into a respectable house as the entered the train station. "But I hope you get sorted into Hufflepuff." She said with a wink as Ailee brushed and fixed and tinkered until satisfied that Miruna looked acceptable. "I'll be able to take you to the loading station but that's about it. You'll have to board yourself and I'll meet you at the school dear."

Miruna gaped at Ailee, at loss. "You won't come on board with me?" Horror and loneliness begin to fill her to the brim. She became so connected to this tiny woman that it surprisingly hurt to be separated from her, even if it's for a while.

Mrs. Willweard patted the girl beside her comfortingly before pointing at a pillar between platform nine and ten, three quarters to be exact. "I'll meet you at the school silly dear. Now let's go to the platform. Run towards that pillar."

Miruna gaped at Ailee once more. "I can't run through solid stone!" Panicking, she begin to attract a bit of attention of passerbys.

"No no it's enchanted," Mrs. Willweard whispered to the startled girl, calming her and allowing the people to lose interest before nudging her. "Go on. You'll feel a bit of a pull in your stomach but that's all."

Taking a shuddering breath, Miruna check her luggage, steeled herself, and ran towards the pillar, Ailee close behind her.

The train was magnificent. It's sleek black texture would have been felt and fawned over if Miruna wasn't brought back to reality when Ailee bumped into her from behind. Mrs. Willwead took her hand and lead her to the loading station, hugging the awkward woman before patting her back. "Now get on and I'll see to your luggage." Smiling, Ailee placed a small, heavy burgundy purse into Miruna's cupped hands. "For any sweets you plan on having on the way." She patted her hand and pushed Miruna onto the train with a laugh.