When we arrived in San Francisco, we were dressed in very appropriate clothing. I looked down and saw that I was in jeans and tennis shoes. In addition, my shirt was made up of four stripes- black, gray, white, and purple, in that order. In the center was an ace of spades symbol. Below it were graffiti letters that read "Ace and Damn Proud of It". I looked up at Dumbledore to thank him for the excellent choice of clothing.
Triste was wearing a rainbow T-shirt that read "Love, Tolerance, Acceptance" in white block letters. Harry was wearing a rainbow shirt with vertical stripes that had a black heart in the middle, but no text. Tyrone was wearing a fancy fur coat and had a black shirt on underneath it. Luna was wearing a white shirt that said "Thank the Democrats for defeating the Republicans in the last midterm election and passing bills that legalize same-sex marriage". That made me want to give her a high-five. Republicans fell on the chaotic evil side of the alignment scale because they were racist, homophobic, misogynistic jerks that didn't support gay marriage and that was bad. Dumbledore was wearing a tie-die shirt and had magically dyed his white beard green. We looked like muggles and it was awesome.
We were in an abandoned alley. I was amazed at the beauty of it. I peaked outside of the alley and stared in awe as I looked outside at the city. It was glorious, so beautiful. I hoped that we were somewhere in the L.G.B.T. Plus neighborhood. I had been conceived there, when Apollyon and Gabriel had rented out a house there and had me, because they were immortals, and angel and a demon, so they could do that because they weren't human and demons and angels didn't act like humans, they just kinda looked like humans.
Suddenly, I saw a bunch of people in a parade, holding up signs and wearing rainbow shirts. They must be apart of the Pride Parade! I realized.
"Hey, Lyte." Shaede said. "Your peeps."
"Quit being homophobic, Shaede." Lyte retorted.
"I'm not!" Shaede protested. "Don't you wish you were physical so you can celebrate yourself with them? My mom abused me for being bi, remember."
I turned around and looked at Dumbledore and my fellow hitmen, and looked out into the streets. I felt excited. Even though sometimes I was straight, I was super excited to go and enjoy the non-straight pride parade with other people who weren't straight. Especially because that wasn't the only thing we had in common. We were all hitmen, we had all been wronged by Voldemort in some way, and we were all working together to dismantle his Death Eaters and kill him for that very reason.
"Hey, let's go enjoy the parade!" I exclaimed.
We all exited the alley and began to mingle amongst the spectators. More than once, I had to be careful and make sure that my wings didn't smack any of the Muggles in the face, because that would blow our cover, and make it seem like we were here to break the International Stature of Secrecy rather than have a simple M.O.G.A.I. Club field trip. We were here to try and get an alibi for attempted murder after all. Dumbledore was such a genius.
Suddenly, Luna poked me in the side. She had shapeshifted back into blond human form. She looked so weird without black hair with hot pink streaks in it. "What is it?" I hissed.
She elbowed Harry, Dumbledore, and Tyrone in the ribs too, to get their attention. Triste was already looking at whatever she was trying to point out. However, I couldn't see it. I squinted, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. No dragons, no monsters, no Ministry of Magic officials, no Death Eaters... Oh wait.
There was Pansy Parkinson.
"She's gonna give us away!" Triste exclaimed.
"What do we do?" Harry cried.
I stared ahead with determination as I formulated a plan, trying to figure out what the most logical course of action would be at this point in time. An idea suddenly popped into my head, and I looked around to ensure that nobody would see me if I were to do it. Shit. I thought, as I spotted several people wearing the Illuminati logo, armed with sniper rifles, on every rooftop. Either they were providing security for the pride parade, or the United States was way more messed up than the United Kingdom. I decided to go with the latter. America sucked.
"Okay," I hissed under my breath, "Here's the plan. Luna, I need you to go put a water bottle in the middle of the road. Dumbledore, you get on your broomstick and you'll be our eyes in the sky. Take a sniper rifle, too, so you can take out the Illuminati snipers before they realize what we're up to. Triste, you learned dark magic from your dad, so you're with me. Tyrone, turn into a dog and be super cute to make sure that all the Muggles are too busy mooning over how adorable you are to see that we're doing magic. It's perfect."
"Aye-aye, chief." Luna said with a nod.
I gestured for Triste to follow. "Let's go show Pansy Parkinson how much we love, tolerate, and accept her." I spat.