Chapter 6: School Festival Shenanigans/ Amao Odayaka 2

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Yes I'm still slightly ill, but I'm up and back at work (The Shipwrights), but I'm also making time to sit here and type up my stories. Here's the new chapter, I hope you enjoy it. Read, review, add a plot related suggestion and enjoy. Oh and before I forget please vote on the poll, I'd appreciate it vary much.

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No one's POV:

As the day of the festival rolled around, every one found themselves not only busy and on high stress, but also on high alert for a special guest and possible threats. Wisteria had been on her feet for three to four hours, serving customers left, right and centre, it turned out that her booth was a hit with the masses, teacher's, students and strangers loved the treats that she provided their taste buds with, causing her to sell out pretty quickly.

When that happened, it was a struggle to find someone to man the stall while she prepared the new stock, Amao did look after her booth for a while but he was busy running between all of the other food booths as well, Osano somehow got roped into the Maid & Butler Café, Osoro was doing some heady lifting for various clubs and groups, Wisteria didn't get along with many of the girls because of their jealousy towards her. However help came in the form of Ms Najimi .

"Need a hand dear?" Said Ms Najimi, brining Wisteria out of the nervous stupor.

"Oh uh Mrs Najimi, I'm looking for someone to watch my booth, while I get more stock to serve" was Wisteria's rather flustered reply. Ms Najimi smiled softly and placed one of her tiny hands on Wisteria's shoulder.

"How about I watch the booth while you get what you need" the older woman said as she calmed the stressed out girl.

"You'd do that?" was Wisteria's questioning reply.

"Go and do what you need, and I'll make sure that nothing is stolen" Ms Najimi replied kindly, allowing Wisteria to run back into the main school building.

As Wisteria entered the cookery room she was overcome with a wave of tiredness, taking a clean tea towel and running it under the cold water, then dabbed it against her forehead, while composing herself. After a few moments Wisteria straitened up and went back to work, putting her pre-prepared stock in the oven for ten minutes, and then boxed them up ready to be taken down to the booth.

As she walked down to her booth Wisteria began to feel as if this was just a repeat of life at the Dursleys, all she did was cook and sell today and she didn't even receive a single thank you for her efforts. saddened by this fact, she sighed and went back to work, after thanking Ms Najimi for minding her booth.

"what wrong dear?" Asked the older woman with concern.

"while I'm glad that my booth is successful and all, I'm sad that I've not received even one thank you or a smile or any thing from the people here today, it's kind of depressing" Wisteria replied glumly as she counted some ones change for them.

"well you new and strange here, and most of the parents and other people here have been to things like this before, they've seen the other children grow, but not you, we Japanese can be quite reserved and you've not been formally introduced to any one of them outside of myself, if you'd like me to if you get any more customers I could introduce them to you" Ms Najimi said, understanding Wisteria's downtrodden explanation.

As the rest of the day unfolded Wisteria sold more pasties, sausage rolls, and other such items, to more people as Ms Najimi stood by introducing any of the mothers and fathers of the kids here to her, and by the end of the day she had received a few thank you's but they where rather cold and judgmental, as if it was forced.

At the end of the day, once the all of the booths, stalls and other attractions had been dismantled, prizes where issued for different reasons, Wisteria had won the best profit award for the amount she brought in for the school. Once the prize giving was over Wisteria went to dismantle her booth only to find a bouquet of flowers and a small card on the table top, not knowing whether it was a joke or not, Wisteria took the card and began to read it.

Ms Najimi told us about your situation,

We have to admit that our judgement of you was unfair,

However the only knowledge of you we had was that of what our children had told us,

And in our bias we took it to heart, deeming you of unseemly behaviour and an immoral person, exerting a bad influence on our children. with out evidence .

We sadly misjudged you and we apologize for it along with our behaviour that came with it.

Many sincere apologies along with these flowers,

The PTA

Accompanying the letter where several, signatures and initials. Wisteria smiled after learning that it wasn't her fault that they where being cold towards her, though it unnerved her that so many of the other students would dislike her for no reason at all, other than prejudice and xenophobia, just as she was feeling at her lowest ebb, Osano appeared still in his butler get up with Osoro who looked rather exhausted from whatever he had been doing, to walk with her and get her paraphernalia home safely, Osoro managed to make the bus wait a few more minutes, with some "polite requests" as incentive.

Wisteria's POV:

I found the day rather productive, but I was saddened at prejudice that a lot of the parents had towards me, I let my thoughts continue I lay back in my seat and looked out of the window, watching the city go by fading in to an ocean of suburban homes and streets, as I watched the cookie cutter houses come past like shoals of white fish, my eyes began to droop slightly, tired and worn out from every thing, the move, unpacking, school and the date, the festival was simply the cherry on the top in a sea of stress, up evil and exhaustion.

I spent the next ten minutes drifting in and out of sleep, not really paying attention to what was going on around me at the time, to night evening classes had been cancelled for the next few nights, so they could mark the tests and to see who was ready to move on to next level of their magical education, so I had nothing to do for the next few nights out side of homework and cleaning.

It wasn't long before I felt the bus jerk to a halt, meaning that this was mine and Osano's stop, both of us staggered off of the bus and headed off to our homes, once inside I dumped my bags in the hall way and headed into the kitchen, as I put the kettle on I notice the package I found in my locker the other day siting on the counter. So with curiosity piqued I went over to it and opened it, wondering what it contained. I care fully opened it to find a selection of hand made fudge, chocolate, vanilla, salted caramel, who ever made this was skilled enough with out adding different flavours.

I took a piece and popped it into my mouth, it was clotted cream fudge, I moaned at the sweet mild flavour as it travelled across my tongue, heavenly. Suddenly a shrill whistling broke my train of thought, the kettle had boiled, I went about making myself a pot of tea. I didn't want anything for dinner after working with food all day, so I resigned myself to raiding the drinks cabinet and lying in the bath with a bottle of tequila and the box of fudge, not caring about what people though or what they believed about me.

As I lay back in the warm soapy water that eased my tired body and soothed my aching muscles, the tequila easing my tired mind I decided to worry about the parents attitudes, after all it hadn't been a bad day, the stall had done exceptionally well for my first festival.

Mrs Najimi was great company in the long run of things, and understood a great deal more about life here than I realised, there had also been the card and flowers from the PTA and finally the fudge I received the other day, so I recorked the tequila, dried myself and put on a clean nightie and dragged myself off to bed, not knowing what was waiting tomorrow.

No ones POV:

At Hogwarts:

Professor Snape had staggered into his chambers, exhausted from research and from yelling at the Gryffindor's, the last few days where stressful for the Professor, he had to mark home work, plan lessons, teach (and prevent the students from killing themselves) and searching for Wisteria, while he had narrowed down the locations to one continent but now sadly he had to narrow down the country.

Snape's POV:

The old coot is getting unbearable! The sooner I find Potter and join her where ever she is, the better off I'll be, I mean its unlikely that she's looking after herself, she probably thinks that she doesn't have to go to school where she is. Well some one has to look after her, if only to make her fit enough to face the dark lord.

I froze at that though, could I really do that? Make her face Voldemort while she's still a child herself? While her father was my childhood enemy but she was also Lily's child, her baby, I had so much to make up for, I mean I judged her before I even got to know her, I acted under the assumption that she was spoiled, pampered and loved like her father, but when I learned about where she lived and who "raised her", I growled at the thought of Petunia, now understanding that Potter was the recipient of abuse and spite, and instead of gaining a reprieve at Hogwarts, I added to it in my own bias, spite and desire for revenge, revenge on a man who had been dead for fourteen years.

I was ashamed of myself, ashamed of my blindness to an abused child's need for help and comfort, in favour of ignorance and anger. Once I found her I'll get down on my knees and beg her forgiveness, too be honest I won't blame her if she never forgave me or slammed the door in my face, if only to know that she's safe and living her life, the way she should be doing.

Sirius's POV:

Why wouldn't she reply to my letters? I know that she's mad at me but to leave with no good-bye or any note. I send owls every day, but I don't get any replies, I know I was hard on her, by not writing to her and breaking my promise, but it was Dumbledore's orders, what was I supposed to do?

Mooney said that it was our fault for not writing to her, and for not being with her at the end of last year, she needed us when she was in the hospital wing, and all we did was pat her head and walk out, leaving her scared and alone in her hospital bed.

Well where ever she's certainly punishing me for letting her down, not that I blame Wisteria, I deserve it, all I've ever done is let her down, from the night James and Lily died to this summer when I ignored her letters, I have to make it up to her some how, perhaps if I can find out where she is...

No one's POV:

Dumbledore was pacing in his office wondering how he was going to wriggle out of this little jam, now that Wisteria had escaped out from under his thumb, he was now penniless and outed as a thief, the Daily Prophet really jumped on that making it look like that Wisteria was just as much a victim in all of this, the minister now claimed that she was brain washed into saying that Voldemort was back.

He had to come up with a new plan, since he couldn't send the girl back to the Dursleys any more because of the dementor incident, so she'd have to go into the custody of some one else, that's if he ever got his hands on her.

Suddenly Dumbledore stopped pacing, he had an epiphany, if he learnt her location, he could send the order to abduct her, then he could have Professor Snape feed her a liquid form of the imperious curse, then she'd be nothing more than a weapon in his hand, to wield and to dispose of as he pleased. Smiling he sat at his desk and began to formulate his new plans to ensnare the girl, and have his weapon, her money and more fame than ever before.

Back in Japan

Wisteria woke up unusually early the next morning, and strangely not feeling any ill effects from the tequila. So with some much needed vigour she managed to do some much needed cleaning and tidying done, seeing it was a Sunday she also decided to do her school laundry as well.

The October sun was out and brighter than ever, bringing a hazy warmth with it, allowing Wisteria to hang her cloths out on her garden washing line, as she did so Wisteria inhaled the autumn scents, freshly tuned earth from her vegetable garden, falling leaves, and recent rain fall, Wisteria sighed relaxing as she continued to hang out her clothes. Suddenly her train of thought was broken, when she heard a soft rustling coming from the ground, she quickly turned around only to see a sleek black cat staring up at her, with large amber eyes, it looked at her in such a way, as if it able to read every little that came into her mind.

Wisteria blinked, and the cat blinked back at her, spooking Wisteria to no end, suddenly with no warning the cat came up to her and started rubbing its self up against her legs, causing Wisteria to laugh at the tickle from the cats tail.

"and what are you doing here?" She asked the cat knowing that it couldn't answer her, she thought it was quite peculiar, seeing as normal cats simply don't behave with that much intelligence, mind for all she knew, it could have just been hungry.

After a few minutes, Wisteria shooed the cat away and continued hanging her laundry out on the line, it didn't take long to finish, but there where some articles of clothing that took longer than others to hang due to either their size or shape, but after a little bit of thought and clever use of the pegs she managed to get every thing on the line.

With the laundry done, Wisteria decided to check the cupboards and the fridge to see what groceries where needed, so after writing down what she needed (milk, eggs, loo roll, etc, etc) she grabbed her purse and shopping bags and set off, her nearest supermarket was fairly large, if she didn't know any better she'd believe that it was a hypermarket, she could easily get lost in it's many aisles.

As Wisteria pushed her trolley around the store collecting the things she needed, checking them off of the list as she went, she wasn't paying attention to the direction the trolley was going in until she heard an almighty crashing sound as her trolley collided with some one else, and before she could begin to apologise...

"Oh I'm so sorry" came a familiar voice, causing Wisteria to look up and see Amao with a trolley full of baking ingredients.

"Don't worry about it" Wisteria said sighing slightly as she went to pick up what had been flung from her trolley, which turned out to only be a couple boxes containing tea, not really paying any attention to Amao's fussing, batting his hands away when he went to pick up the boxes.

"now that's over, where do I have to go next?" Muttered Wisteria as she placed the boxes back into her trolley, pulling the shopping list out of her back pocket, rattling her chatelaine of keys causing them to tinkle merrily as they moved, and causing Amao to blush in shame, the memory of him borrowing them still weighing on his guilt.

"maybe I can help, lets see that list" Amao inquired looking over her shoulder at the list only to find it written completely in English, Wisteria smirked internally as she attempted to politely decline his offer and begin walking to the relevant aisles, only for him to follow her, saying she may need help locating things in future reference.

Amao's POV:

To say I was surprised to see Wisteria here was an understatement, but I reminded myself the people had to eat. Though she seemed dreadfully distracted, as she constantly referred back to her list, rattling her key's absent mindedly, reminding me of the time I "borrowed them", while I did return them I still felt terribly guilty for taking them in the first place, perhaps I can make it up to her by helping her today.

I just hope she never finds out that I borrowed her keys so I could put the fudge in her locker, though I still wonder if she enjoyed it, seeing as she never brought it up. I shook my head and rushed to catch up with her and her cart as she continued on with her shopping, wondering if I could find out anything about her through her grocery choices, while I couldn't read her list, perhaps I could see what was in her cart as she went about her business. This was also an opportunity to find out about her favourite sweets so I could make them for her.

I noticed that she had piled a lot of fruit into her cart along with some pastries and plenty of chocolate hidden amongst the other groceries, this gave me an idea, I should make fruity chocolates, I thought that if she likes fruit and chocolate perhaps I should combine the two and see what happens from there.