Chuzzies
Ok, Diagon really wasn't so bad. Xochitl's mother pulled out a list of supplies she would need.
"You'll need all kinds of books, a cauldron, ooh, look you can use ink here without it freezing!"
"I'll need a new wand," said Xochitl softly.
"Yes, yes that also," her mother waved her harms, "let's go!"
The robe shop was absolutely awful. She was presented with color after color of cloth, and seemed to be pinched and prodded in the strangest places.
"You know," she said as a dumpy store keeper presented her with a hideous neon orange roll of thread, "I'm going to Hogwarts. I need black."
Oh well. They continued to present cloth, but Xochitl managed to trundle out of the shop with an armful of black Hogwarts robes. He tried to duck behind a portly wizard as her mother approached, but it was to late.
"Come on, come on, let's get on to Olivanders. You still need a wand." Xochitl suspected her mother would have tried to hold her hand if it wasn't for all the books and general supplies she was carrying.
They entered Olivanders just as Xochitl was muttering a blessing on school supplies. A misty voice floated towards the pair.
"Ah, Xochitl Motep! I heard about the accident! I presume you are here for another of my wands."
'Gee, that would make sense as this is a WAND SHOP!' Xochitl thought. Instead of speaking her mind, however, she said "yes sir" with a nod and a smile.
The little man immediately handed her a wand. "Unicorn hair, oak, ten and three quarters inches, rigid."
Xochitl pointed the wand at a nearby quill; it burst into flame.
"Unicorn hair, ash, nine inches, also rigid."
The nearby goblet shattered. Mr. Olivander finally began to see a trend; unicorn hair didn't like her so much, after the girl had shattered various things round the shop.
"Dragon heartstring, nice ten inches, flexible," he shoved the wand toward her. Xochitl pointed the wand at a candle, which did not break, fall over, or go out. So she tried a simple levitation spell, and up the candle floated.
"Oh you had me worried there for a moment, Miss Motep," the old man shook his head. Everybody, however, knew this was not true; the more difficult the wizard was to place with a wand, the happier he was.
"Well darling, as you know, when I was in school, my best friend was my cat and." Xochitl's mother rattled on. Xochitl rolled her eyes and mouthed the often-heard speech along with her mother.
"Mother, I already told you; I don't like cats; they make me sneeze," protested Xochitl as she was dragged into a magical pets store.
"You'll get over it."
A very smiley shopkeeper came out of a door in the back of the shop, "hello! What are you here for? Cats, rats, or chuzzies?"
"What on earth are 'chuzzies'?" Xochitl obviously wanted to know.
"Here, I'll show you. This is mine, I'll sell you an egg; they're loyal to whoever feeds them first. FLUFFY!"
Xochitl and her mother exchanged looks. Fluffy?
A bundle of fuzz roughly the size of a tennis ball came rolling out and looked at the startled group with large, innocent, green eyes.
"I'd be very nice to me if I were you. They're very protective." She picked up Fluffy the chuzzie and cuddled it. It hummed.
Xochitl's mother fell in love. According to her, Xochitl simply had to have one, oh; it was the most adorable little thing and so on.
"All right all right," Xochitl submitted. "Let's get one!" The shopkeeper beamed and disappeared into the back room with Fluffy.
She returned with a large box. As she opened the box, her surprised customers watched as she unpacked several smaller boxes out of that large one. From those came smaller ones. Then she began to rattle off questions.
"Fur color: black, brown, white, gray, pink, or multi?"
"Um.gray."
"Eye color: green, blue, yellow, or red?"
"Uh, yellow."
"Hair: long or short?"
"What?"
The keeper gave Xochitl an irritated look; "mine was short hair."
"Really? Gracious it'd better be short then."
As they answered these questions, the woman was pulling box after box from the larger one.
"And finally, sociable or protective?"
"Huh?"
The lady rolled her eyes, "If the chuzzie is sociable, it can get to like nearly anybody who doesn't threaten you. If it were protective, let's just say it wouldn't be a good dinner guest.
"Ah. Sociable please."
A single box, about the size of an electrical outlet lay on the floor in front of them.
"Now when you're ready for it to hatch, just prod the egg with your wand and then throw it hard. Then you'll want to feed it some catnip and a piece of your hair."
"Ah, why the hair?"
"That triggers its, or shall I say his loyalty towards you. Just feed him catnip every day. She handed Xochitl a large bag of catnip, accepted their galleons, and shooed them out of the store.
"All right mum, all right I can get on the train myself." Xochitl grabbed her trunk and chuzzie egg and ran to the trait to find an empty compartment. The only one was at the very end. It looked suitable for hatching a chuzzie. Xochitl removed her egg from the box. It was a bright banana yellow, with pink spots speckling each end. With a shrug, she prodded the egg a few times and threw it hard.
BANG!
Odd. It smelled like kiwi and there was a large dust bunny in the middle of the floor.
'Wait a minute,' she thought, 'that isn't a dust bunny.' The small gray ball slowly unrolled and looked up at her with huge golden eyes.
"Hello," she greeted the little fellow, offering a strand of her long black hair. He was quite obliging; he immediately munched down her hair and crawled into her lap to eat some catnip.
Ok, Diagon really wasn't so bad. Xochitl's mother pulled out a list of supplies she would need.
"You'll need all kinds of books, a cauldron, ooh, look you can use ink here without it freezing!"
"I'll need a new wand," said Xochitl softly.
"Yes, yes that also," her mother waved her harms, "let's go!"
The robe shop was absolutely awful. She was presented with color after color of cloth, and seemed to be pinched and prodded in the strangest places.
"You know," she said as a dumpy store keeper presented her with a hideous neon orange roll of thread, "I'm going to Hogwarts. I need black."
Oh well. They continued to present cloth, but Xochitl managed to trundle out of the shop with an armful of black Hogwarts robes. He tried to duck behind a portly wizard as her mother approached, but it was to late.
"Come on, come on, let's get on to Olivanders. You still need a wand." Xochitl suspected her mother would have tried to hold her hand if it wasn't for all the books and general supplies she was carrying.
They entered Olivanders just as Xochitl was muttering a blessing on school supplies. A misty voice floated towards the pair.
"Ah, Xochitl Motep! I heard about the accident! I presume you are here for another of my wands."
'Gee, that would make sense as this is a WAND SHOP!' Xochitl thought. Instead of speaking her mind, however, she said "yes sir" with a nod and a smile.
The little man immediately handed her a wand. "Unicorn hair, oak, ten and three quarters inches, rigid."
Xochitl pointed the wand at a nearby quill; it burst into flame.
"Unicorn hair, ash, nine inches, also rigid."
The nearby goblet shattered. Mr. Olivander finally began to see a trend; unicorn hair didn't like her so much, after the girl had shattered various things round the shop.
"Dragon heartstring, nice ten inches, flexible," he shoved the wand toward her. Xochitl pointed the wand at a candle, which did not break, fall over, or go out. So she tried a simple levitation spell, and up the candle floated.
"Oh you had me worried there for a moment, Miss Motep," the old man shook his head. Everybody, however, knew this was not true; the more difficult the wizard was to place with a wand, the happier he was.
"Well darling, as you know, when I was in school, my best friend was my cat and." Xochitl's mother rattled on. Xochitl rolled her eyes and mouthed the often-heard speech along with her mother.
"Mother, I already told you; I don't like cats; they make me sneeze," protested Xochitl as she was dragged into a magical pets store.
"You'll get over it."
A very smiley shopkeeper came out of a door in the back of the shop, "hello! What are you here for? Cats, rats, or chuzzies?"
"What on earth are 'chuzzies'?" Xochitl obviously wanted to know.
"Here, I'll show you. This is mine, I'll sell you an egg; they're loyal to whoever feeds them first. FLUFFY!"
Xochitl and her mother exchanged looks. Fluffy?
A bundle of fuzz roughly the size of a tennis ball came rolling out and looked at the startled group with large, innocent, green eyes.
"I'd be very nice to me if I were you. They're very protective." She picked up Fluffy the chuzzie and cuddled it. It hummed.
Xochitl's mother fell in love. According to her, Xochitl simply had to have one, oh; it was the most adorable little thing and so on.
"All right all right," Xochitl submitted. "Let's get one!" The shopkeeper beamed and disappeared into the back room with Fluffy.
She returned with a large box. As she opened the box, her surprised customers watched as she unpacked several smaller boxes out of that large one. From those came smaller ones. Then she began to rattle off questions.
"Fur color: black, brown, white, gray, pink, or multi?"
"Um.gray."
"Eye color: green, blue, yellow, or red?"
"Uh, yellow."
"Hair: long or short?"
"What?"
The keeper gave Xochitl an irritated look; "mine was short hair."
"Really? Gracious it'd better be short then."
As they answered these questions, the woman was pulling box after box from the larger one.
"And finally, sociable or protective?"
"Huh?"
The lady rolled her eyes, "If the chuzzie is sociable, it can get to like nearly anybody who doesn't threaten you. If it were protective, let's just say it wouldn't be a good dinner guest.
"Ah. Sociable please."
A single box, about the size of an electrical outlet lay on the floor in front of them.
"Now when you're ready for it to hatch, just prod the egg with your wand and then throw it hard. Then you'll want to feed it some catnip and a piece of your hair."
"Ah, why the hair?"
"That triggers its, or shall I say his loyalty towards you. Just feed him catnip every day. She handed Xochitl a large bag of catnip, accepted their galleons, and shooed them out of the store.
"All right mum, all right I can get on the train myself." Xochitl grabbed her trunk and chuzzie egg and ran to the trait to find an empty compartment. The only one was at the very end. It looked suitable for hatching a chuzzie. Xochitl removed her egg from the box. It was a bright banana yellow, with pink spots speckling each end. With a shrug, she prodded the egg a few times and threw it hard.
BANG!
Odd. It smelled like kiwi and there was a large dust bunny in the middle of the floor.
'Wait a minute,' she thought, 'that isn't a dust bunny.' The small gray ball slowly unrolled and looked up at her with huge golden eyes.
"Hello," she greeted the little fellow, offering a strand of her long black hair. He was quite obliging; he immediately munched down her hair and crawled into her lap to eat some catnip.