Kiki's Adventures
A/N: Hey,
this is my second attempt here and my first attempt at chapters, so please R/R!
If I get positive reviews, I might go past chapter three….
Disclaimer:
The Minalo family is MY creation, however most of this other stuff belongs to a
Ms. Rowling. Oh, the idea for foreign schools is hers, too, but the Honolulu
Academy is MINE. Go figure.
Chapter I
Kiki
Minalo was a Hawaiian witch with a taste for coconut and pretty clothes. Her
exotic brown eyes and dark skin set off her waist-length, wavy white-blonde
hair and dazzling white teeth. She attended the Honolulu Academy for Witches
and Wizards. Her parents were a witch and wizard, and she came from a long line
of purebloods. She was very popular at school, on the quodpot cheerleading team
and voted the fourth year's most popular witch.
At
the moment, she was halfway through summer vacation, on July first. Kiki was
swinging gently in her hammock, eyes closed, face lifted to the sun's tanning
rays. Next to her was a small glass table supporting several school books (all
closed) and a glass of coconut milk. She was wearing a light, spaghetti strap
white sundress. She only opened her eyes when her mother's shadow fell across
her face.
Mindie
Minalo had the same dark skin, brown eyes and white teeth as her daughter, but
her hair was dark brown and cut short. At the moment, her hands were on her
hips and she had adopted an annoyed expression.
"Kiki,"
she said, exasperated.
"Hey
mom, what's up?" Kiki replied.
"Kiki,"
she said again.
"What?"
Kiki said. Her mother glanced at the closed schoolbooks lying on the table.
"Oh, my homework." She stretched luxuriously, smiling, then sighed happily and
said, "Mom, it's summer vacation."
"So?"
her mother replied. "You need to get hard at work."
"Why?"
Kiki whined.
"Because,"
her mother said sharply. "You don't want to go to a boarding school, do you?"
"Mom,"
Kiki laughed, "do you expect me to still be intimidated by that threat? It's so
old!"
Mindie
Minalo's eyes narrowed. "That settles it. I'll send a reply letter to Hogwarts
immediately."
"What?"
Kiki said, not really paying attention.
Mrs.
Minalo muttered something and left her daughter outside. Kiki smiled and closed
her eyes again. Whatever Hogwarts was, it didn't have anything to do with her…
***
"What?"
Kiki demanded, three days later. "What do you mean, I'm not going to Academy
next year?"
"Kiki,
We warned you," said her father, Mr. Minalo. He had the same dark hair, dark
eyes, and dark skin as his beloved wife.
"But-but-b-but,
you can't be serious!" she wailed, bursting into tears.
"Yes,
we can," said Mrs. Minalo frostily. "I told you that you'd go to a boarding
school if you didn't do your work."
"So!"
Kiki replied testily. "I'm the most popular girl at school! You can't just send
me away! The school will revolt!"
"That's
their problem. By the time they get to revolting, you will be several thousand
miles away," said her father, pushing his rectangular glasses up his nose.
"Hmph!"
said Kiki. She stormed away to her room. The Minalo adults looked at each
other.
"Don't
you think we can give her another chance?" Mr. Minalo said.
"No,
dear," the Mrs. said sharply. "If we keep giving her second chances, she'll
become convinced that she's invincible, that we'll bow down to her every whim.
We're her parents. We must take action."
"But
this is so severe-" he started.
"NO,
David."
"But
she'll be so far away."
"David,
we'll survive."
Mr.
Minalo sighed and conceded. "Fine."
***
One
month and twenty-eight days later, Kiki sat sullenly in the back seat, staring
out the window into the rain. She'd fought as hard as she could, but it was no
use. Now she and her parents were in London, where they would remain until
September first. At the moment, her parents were trying to find lodgings for
their stay.
"No,
David, this place is much nicer-"
"But
it's so expensive, Mindie dear."
"It's
not that bad."
"Are
you the one earning your family's keep?"
"No,
but still-"
Kiki's
head lifted. "Hey, Mom, what's that place?"
"Where?"
Mrs. Minalo asked.
Kiki
pointed. "The, Leaky Cauldron, it looks like."
Mrs.
Minalo eyed it doubtfully. "It doesn't seem that great-" she started, but Mr.
Minalo was already pulling into a parking space down the street. The family got
out and headed across the street, into the boarding house.
Kiki
was first inside. "What kind of dump is this?" she demanded loudly. Several of
the patrons looked up and eyed her with suspicion.
"Oy,
there," a toothless old man behind the bar called. "What can I get you?"
"A
way out of this," Mrs. Minalo grumbled. Louder, she asked, "Where can I find
lodgings? My daughter's starting her first year at Hogwarts, and we're looking
for a place to stay."
The
old man grinned. "We'll fix you up just fine. Your trunks?"
Mr.
Minalo came in, dragging several suitcases. "Room service?" he asked hopefully.
The
old man shook his head, muttering darkly about Americans. "Right this way,
Miss," he said, gesturing to Kiki. Uncertainly, she followed him up the stairs
and into a bedroom. He set her suitcase down on the bed. "All right there,
miss?"
"Uh,
yeah," Kiki said. "It seems nice…."
The
old man grinned. "I'm Tom, the old bartender. You startin' your first year at
Hogwarts?"
"Well,
I've never been there before," she said carefully.
"How
old are ye?"
"Fifteen,
sir."
The
old man shook his head. "Heh, heh. Fresh American blood. Never thought I'd see
that goin' to Hogwarts. You be careful, all right, miss?"
"Why?'
Kiki asked. "Careful? It's just a school, isn't it?"
Tom
smiled a rather grim and toothless smile. "If I'm not mistaken, there are some
other fifth years here. They'll explain it to you." With that he left.
Kiki
yawned. She stretched on the bed and was asleep in no time.
***
The
next day, Kiki's mother shook her awake. "What?" she mumbled.
"Get up,
it's time for breakfast. There are some other students downstairs. You should
go down and get to know them," her mother said sharply.
"All
right, I'm up," Kiki groaned, rolling over. She got out of bed, and her mother
left. She changed into some fresh robes (green, today) and combed her hair,
brushing it out and letting it hang down, loose and wild. She then went
downstairs, looking for breakfast. She helped herself to a biscuit and sat down
to eat.
Almost
immediately she was aware that someone was staring at her. She turned and
looked behind her, but no one was there. She shrugged and turned back to her
biscuit. The staring resumed. She continued eating, then suddenly whirled
around. A red headed boy, sitting at a table with five other red heads, was
quickly looking down, but Kiki smiled. The boy sitting next to him (short,
black hair) was cuffing him on the shoulder, muttering in his ear. Kiki grinned
broadly at them, mustering all the attractiveness she could get at this hour of
the morning. It worked. The red headed was now staring more avidly than ever.
Kiki
finished her biscuit as fast as she could, but the others were faster. Soon
they were sitting at the table with her. She lifted her eyebrow at them, as if
to say, "Well?"
The
red headed boy started to talk, but seemed to choke and shook his head. The
black-headed boy (the more handsome one, with green eyes and round black
glasses) rolled his eyes at the other boy, then turned to Kiki and said,
"Hello."
"Hello,"
Kiki replied. "Who are you?"
"I'm
Harry Potter, and that's Ron Weasley," the boy replied.
A/N: OK, I
know, bad place to leave off, but I couldn't find anywhere better…and I'm also
kinda stuck for plot ideas. I'm either going to turn this into a Kiki-the-snob
becomes Kiki-the-wonderful-person thing or do something else…any suggestions
would be wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!! Chapter Two will come as soon as I make sure
Chapter One is up *wait a second, if this doesn't get up, people won't be
reading it anyway…oh well* so…well…that's irrelevant, but I don't feel like
deleting it all. So, go R/R and ignore this whole thing. *starts swinging watch
back and forth* You are getting very sleepy, you are very sleepy, you will do
what I say….Review the story….
