"Poswet.. Poswet, wake up.." A soft, feminine voice was intruding on her dreams. How rude. But it was a nice voice.
"Mmmrpgh.." Poswet rolled over.
"Poswet.. Poswet.. POSWET!"
"Wha? Huh?! Where's the fire?" Pos sat up abruptly.
"Poswet, it's eight, we have breakfast at ten.. you'd better hurry and get ready. I'm supposed to take you to Diagon Alley to get your things."
"Yuh-huh," Poswet mumbled, grabbing her backpack and tottering to the bathroom.
When she returned, she was more chipper, but still not totally awake. She wore a leather tank top with a star on the stomach and jeans with combat boots, her multicolored hair in two pigtails.
Hermione eyed her oddly, but said nothing.
"D'you have any money?"
"Oh, yup!" Poswet grinned and pulled a wad of twenty pound notes out of her pocket. Hermione's eyes widened and she nodded.
"That'll be good, then.. Now, I've cast a nice portkey charm on the headboard of my bed, so all you have to do is touch it.. Portkey charms are really rather interesting, if a bit complicated, you see, the incantation is --"
"Yeah, Herm, that's great, can we go now?"
"Oh. Yes. Just touch the headboard."
Poswet petted the headboard a little and felt a jerk in her stomach and was pulled forward, landing in front of a huge building with a sign that said 'Gringrotts.' Hermione zoomed in a few moments later, nearly knocking into her.
"Well," the shorter girl said breathlessly, patting her curly brown hair, "If you're ready, then, we may as well get your money exchanged.." She gestured to the money-changing booth. Poswet shouldered her way to the front of the line when a man with a sneer on his face and silver-blonde hair grabbed the back of her shirt.
"Muggle-born! You knocked into me! Apologize!"
Poswet looked a bit irritated and was about to respond when Hermione pulled her over. "Poswet," she hissed, "That's Lucius Malfoy.."
And was rewarded with a blank stare
Lucius gave Poswet a cold look, pulling out his wand.
"Grovel, mudblood."
".. You do realize that we're in public right now?"
"Obviously," he sneered.
"Dope."
"What did you call me?!" He advanced upon her, grabbing her arm and preparing to grab his wand when she screamed.
"HELP! I'm being attacked! Help, someone, please!"
Hermione was aghast, as was Lucius. He shoved the girl away and backed up, looking around at the gathering crowd. A very tall looking man was moving towards Lucius with a stern expression.
"You'll pay for this," he (Lucius, that is) snarled at an amused, if vaguely bewildered Poswet, backing into the crowd and disappearing with a pop.
Poswet stared blankly at the spot where he'd been standing for a moment, then looked at Hermione. Hermione looked back.
"Classic villain reparte?"
"Yup."
Poswet plunked her money down on the counter.
"You're short," she observed, eyeing the pointy little man behind the booth.
"I'm a goblin, miss," said the.. well, the goblin, as if this were the most obvious thing in the entire world.
"Oh. Cool. I'm a faery."
The goblin just looked at her until she became flustered and dragged Hermione away.
"Now what?"
"You need a wand.."
"Is it sparkly?" The girl twisted her head around, owl-like, to regard Hermione with a dark, inquisitive gaze. She was undoubtedly more intelligent than she let on, Hermione thought, studying the lanky girl for a moment before shaking her head.
"Come on.." She led her into Mr. Ollivar's shop, smiling.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I remember--" he was cut off by Poswet's shriek.
"SPARKLY!"
"..And.. who might your friend be, Miss Granger?"
"This is Poswet To.."
"Hullo," Poswet said cheerfully, looking around.
"Which is your wand arm, er, dear?"
"I dunno!"
"He means which hand do you write with," Hermione supplied, hiding her smile.
"Oh. My right."
Poswet grudgingly allowed Mr. Ollivar to measure her arms and whatnot, glaring at him all the while because she believed he was a 'wicked evil perv.'
Mr. Ollivar selected a wand that he was completely positive would not suit Poswet.
"Try this," he said, slapping the wand in her hand, "Phoenix feather and cherry, eleven inches."
Poswet opted on poking Hermione with it. The wand made several exploding noises, and Mr. Ollivar blinked.
"Well.. In all my time.." He shook his head, "I've never found someone find a wand so quickly.."
Poswet shrugged. "How much?"
"Seven galleons.."
"And galleons would be..?"
"These," Hermione said helpfully, pointing at the gold coins. Poswet dumped seven of them in Mr. Ollivar's open palm, and then they were off to get her robes.
This is where Poswet's weirdness totally took over.
"Pretty dresses!" shrieked the tall girl, glomping some black robes with six wings embroidered on the back - one in a dark gray with white opposite, one in green with blue opposite, one with silver and red opposite. Hermione eyed them skeptically.
"Are you sure about these?"
"YESYESYESYES!"
Hermione sighed. "Very well, go buy them then."
"Wheeeeee!" Poswet skidded over to the Madame and grinned at her madly.
"I want this. They're pretty. They sparkle in the moonlight like many roan ponies."
".. That's nice, dear." Madame took off the anti-theft spell and looked at Poswet.
"Thirty galleons."
Hermione looked aghast, but Poswet plunked the money down with a cheery grin and tugged the robes on over her clothes.
"Look, I'm a wizard!"
"No, you're a witch," Hermione corrected.
"Wizard."
"Oh, for heaven's sake!"
Poswet just grinned.
--
Back at the castle, Poswet walked into the Great Hall, looking expectantly for a seat to open up magically before her. Instead, Fred Weasley waved at her, and she ran over and plunked down beside him, setting her bag on the seat on the opposite side.
"No seat-saving, Poswet!" George said, flicking a bit of sausage at her.
"Pft. It's for my Lili."
"Your lily?"
"Lili!" Poswet seemed a bit irritated.
"Oh, yeah.."
"Mmmrpgh.." Poswet rolled over.
"Poswet.. Poswet.. POSWET!"
"Wha? Huh?! Where's the fire?" Pos sat up abruptly.
"Poswet, it's eight, we have breakfast at ten.. you'd better hurry and get ready. I'm supposed to take you to Diagon Alley to get your things."
"Yuh-huh," Poswet mumbled, grabbing her backpack and tottering to the bathroom.
When she returned, she was more chipper, but still not totally awake. She wore a leather tank top with a star on the stomach and jeans with combat boots, her multicolored hair in two pigtails.
Hermione eyed her oddly, but said nothing.
"D'you have any money?"
"Oh, yup!" Poswet grinned and pulled a wad of twenty pound notes out of her pocket. Hermione's eyes widened and she nodded.
"That'll be good, then.. Now, I've cast a nice portkey charm on the headboard of my bed, so all you have to do is touch it.. Portkey charms are really rather interesting, if a bit complicated, you see, the incantation is --"
"Yeah, Herm, that's great, can we go now?"
"Oh. Yes. Just touch the headboard."
Poswet petted the headboard a little and felt a jerk in her stomach and was pulled forward, landing in front of a huge building with a sign that said 'Gringrotts.' Hermione zoomed in a few moments later, nearly knocking into her.
"Well," the shorter girl said breathlessly, patting her curly brown hair, "If you're ready, then, we may as well get your money exchanged.." She gestured to the money-changing booth. Poswet shouldered her way to the front of the line when a man with a sneer on his face and silver-blonde hair grabbed the back of her shirt.
"Muggle-born! You knocked into me! Apologize!"
Poswet looked a bit irritated and was about to respond when Hermione pulled her over. "Poswet," she hissed, "That's Lucius Malfoy.."
And was rewarded with a blank stare
Lucius gave Poswet a cold look, pulling out his wand.
"Grovel, mudblood."
".. You do realize that we're in public right now?"
"Obviously," he sneered.
"Dope."
"What did you call me?!" He advanced upon her, grabbing her arm and preparing to grab his wand when she screamed.
"HELP! I'm being attacked! Help, someone, please!"
Hermione was aghast, as was Lucius. He shoved the girl away and backed up, looking around at the gathering crowd. A very tall looking man was moving towards Lucius with a stern expression.
"You'll pay for this," he (Lucius, that is) snarled at an amused, if vaguely bewildered Poswet, backing into the crowd and disappearing with a pop.
Poswet stared blankly at the spot where he'd been standing for a moment, then looked at Hermione. Hermione looked back.
"Classic villain reparte?"
"Yup."
Poswet plunked her money down on the counter.
"You're short," she observed, eyeing the pointy little man behind the booth.
"I'm a goblin, miss," said the.. well, the goblin, as if this were the most obvious thing in the entire world.
"Oh. Cool. I'm a faery."
The goblin just looked at her until she became flustered and dragged Hermione away.
"Now what?"
"You need a wand.."
"Is it sparkly?" The girl twisted her head around, owl-like, to regard Hermione with a dark, inquisitive gaze. She was undoubtedly more intelligent than she let on, Hermione thought, studying the lanky girl for a moment before shaking her head.
"Come on.." She led her into Mr. Ollivar's shop, smiling.
"Ah, Miss Granger, I remember--" he was cut off by Poswet's shriek.
"SPARKLY!"
"..And.. who might your friend be, Miss Granger?"
"This is Poswet To.."
"Hullo," Poswet said cheerfully, looking around.
"Which is your wand arm, er, dear?"
"I dunno!"
"He means which hand do you write with," Hermione supplied, hiding her smile.
"Oh. My right."
Poswet grudgingly allowed Mr. Ollivar to measure her arms and whatnot, glaring at him all the while because she believed he was a 'wicked evil perv.'
Mr. Ollivar selected a wand that he was completely positive would not suit Poswet.
"Try this," he said, slapping the wand in her hand, "Phoenix feather and cherry, eleven inches."
Poswet opted on poking Hermione with it. The wand made several exploding noises, and Mr. Ollivar blinked.
"Well.. In all my time.." He shook his head, "I've never found someone find a wand so quickly.."
Poswet shrugged. "How much?"
"Seven galleons.."
"And galleons would be..?"
"These," Hermione said helpfully, pointing at the gold coins. Poswet dumped seven of them in Mr. Ollivar's open palm, and then they were off to get her robes.
This is where Poswet's weirdness totally took over.
"Pretty dresses!" shrieked the tall girl, glomping some black robes with six wings embroidered on the back - one in a dark gray with white opposite, one in green with blue opposite, one with silver and red opposite. Hermione eyed them skeptically.
"Are you sure about these?"
"YESYESYESYES!"
Hermione sighed. "Very well, go buy them then."
"Wheeeeee!" Poswet skidded over to the Madame and grinned at her madly.
"I want this. They're pretty. They sparkle in the moonlight like many roan ponies."
".. That's nice, dear." Madame took off the anti-theft spell and looked at Poswet.
"Thirty galleons."
Hermione looked aghast, but Poswet plunked the money down with a cheery grin and tugged the robes on over her clothes.
"Look, I'm a wizard!"
"No, you're a witch," Hermione corrected.
"Wizard."
"Oh, for heaven's sake!"
Poswet just grinned.
--
Back at the castle, Poswet walked into the Great Hall, looking expectantly for a seat to open up magically before her. Instead, Fred Weasley waved at her, and she ran over and plunked down beside him, setting her bag on the seat on the opposite side.
"No seat-saving, Poswet!" George said, flicking a bit of sausage at her.
"Pft. It's for my Lili."
"Your lily?"
"Lili!" Poswet seemed a bit irritated.
"Oh, yeah.."
