Disclaimer: I do not know Harry Potter or any of the other merchandizing
rights.
By the way my loyal reviewers, I had to reload this fic because I thought I added a chapter. But, I did not. Although the story still flowed that chapter was necessary. The chapter that I added is called "CHARMED THIRTEEN!" Also I merged chapter 1 and 2! Sorry for the mess, I will now hit myself with a frying pan!
With that said enjoy the story!
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The sun reached high noon, falling behind a cloud. Is cast a long shadow in the form of the large mansion with the dark sand towers around the almost square house. Starli drew the vertical curtains around her window seat, then pulled the curtain in front of the window blocking the sunlight. She hated the light an all the attributes that came with it.
Starli fell in to a trance, the darkness surrounded her, the only time of day when she rested. She was always busy. Her wand manufacturing company took up most of her time. It was rumored that she never slept. Starli laughed at this rumor.
"It's true," Starli thought to herself, "my daily trance is all I need."
Buzz! Buzz!
Vibrated the security alarm at the right side of her V shaped, sand brick room.
"Who is it?" Starli shouted as she ripped the vertical curtain off the rod.
"It's Miss. Sydney," The elderly butler replied,
"She is not a danger to us." Starli replied cautiously.
"She is a muggle Miss." The butler replied he his British accent.
"Really? I completely forgot." Starli said in a shock, "She always seems to be oblivious to all the wizardry around her. Yes Hobkins, let her in." Starli said with finality in her voice.
The silver door opened revealing a black onyx room all made of stone and Starli leaning back on the smooth, silver desk on the right side of the room. Starli long, pale golden blond hair hanging in a loose ponytail on her left side contrasted with her black short blazer suit. The Blazer was only buttoning the middle hiding most of Starli's large chest. The thin young woman with the medium rib cage walked in with an air of confidence and hugged the slowly approaching Starli. As they embrace Starli could feel the warmth of the small-breasted girl, touch her inner coldness.
Starli stood back and admired her friend. Her almost straight, rich coffee brown hair was only a centimeter or two to the middle of her back. It was hard to tell because of her long layers. Her although hair went perfect with her Abcrombie short sleeved red shirt her extremely light honey skin did not.
"Amanda, daring how are you?" Starli replied politely,
"I'm just peachy," Amanda replied in a cheerful tone.
"Amanda, I'm not to be rude but what is the purpose of you visit?"
"We were supposed to play today." Amanda said in her American accent,
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm afraid that I have a big meeting today."
"But you promised," Amanda said innocently,
Amanda's innocents was another thing that Starli respected, no matter how bad life was she could be cheerful and happy. Amanda was the only person that held any important place in Starli's heart.
"My dear, we will play tomorrow, I will clear my inter schedule." Starli said as she wrote a note to herself to remind her to clear her agenda for tomorrow.
"Alright, then I will see you tomorrow." Amanda said confidently straightening her back once more.
Amanda walked back to Starli and gave her a hug, something Amanda knew that she could only do. And skipped out of the black room.
"Good Bye," Amanda waved,
"See you tomorrow." Starli replied a little bit more cheerful than she was before.
"Now, I must prepare with my meeting with the Order." Starli though to herself as she fell back into her black leather chair behind her desk.
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By the time Amanda heard Starli's farewell she was already in the middle of the dark hallway that led to the stairs. In this hall way the portraits moved and there were bust of famous people that moved also. The green flamed candelabra's lighted the dim hallway. Contrary to Starli thinking Amanda knew that Starli was a witch. She did not care. Amanda stopped skipping when she reached the shinny metal stair that would lead her to the main floor. The room where the staircase was located was one of the few rooms that let sunlight in. As a matter of fact rectangular windows covered the front wall of the staircase, from the ceiling to the floor.
Once Amanda was out side she jogged to her house, the rectangular one with the rich pastel yellow aluminum siding, which was only across the street. In the foyer there was a long staircase at the right of the entrance. The tile was a dark blue and the walls had lemon yellow and white strips.
"Hello Amanda!" yelled a voice from the kitchen,
Amanda walked though the white wooden sliding door.
"Hi Mom!" Amanda said as she slid into the small kitchen, "What are you doing?"
"I'm making a potion to change the this countertop to granite."
"Ya, this plastic wooden countertop reminds me of our old kitchen in Michigan before we redid it." Amanda replied,
"Well, how is Starli?"
"She's fine, her usual cold self," Amanda said softly "Although she seems warm to me." Amanda thought to her self.
"She was busy again?" Amanda's Mom asked in a concerned tone.
"Yeah, she always is,"
"Well today that is a good thing consisting that today is the marathon that your Father puts on for Piper every year; is today we were supposed to do there together as a family but since you and your brother were busy your Father went on his own." Amanda mother spoke sweetly.
"Ohh, I know you want me to go right and represent the company with Father right."
"No, not exactly," she replied hesitantly "runner representing Piper has a twisted ankle."
"Great, and you want me to run, right,"
"That would be a major help, darling."
"Mom, I'm a skier not a cross country runner,"
"You were one of the fastest girls in pre-season training last year, and besides you bike seven mile a day in a half an hour, please!" Amanda's mother stated pleading and yet she was demanding at the same time.
"Fine," Amanda said in a firm tone "fine but you know I hate running." She said as she matched out the swing door on the right side of the kitchen and into the dinning room where the fireplace was located.
She took a pinch of powder and walked into the fireplace.
"London," She said loudly as the red flame consumed her.
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By the way my loyal reviewers, I had to reload this fic because I thought I added a chapter. But, I did not. Although the story still flowed that chapter was necessary. The chapter that I added is called "CHARMED THIRTEEN!" Also I merged chapter 1 and 2! Sorry for the mess, I will now hit myself with a frying pan!
With that said enjoy the story!
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()
The sun reached high noon, falling behind a cloud. Is cast a long shadow in the form of the large mansion with the dark sand towers around the almost square house. Starli drew the vertical curtains around her window seat, then pulled the curtain in front of the window blocking the sunlight. She hated the light an all the attributes that came with it.
Starli fell in to a trance, the darkness surrounded her, the only time of day when she rested. She was always busy. Her wand manufacturing company took up most of her time. It was rumored that she never slept. Starli laughed at this rumor.
"It's true," Starli thought to herself, "my daily trance is all I need."
Buzz! Buzz!
Vibrated the security alarm at the right side of her V shaped, sand brick room.
"Who is it?" Starli shouted as she ripped the vertical curtain off the rod.
"It's Miss. Sydney," The elderly butler replied,
"She is not a danger to us." Starli replied cautiously.
"She is a muggle Miss." The butler replied he his British accent.
"Really? I completely forgot." Starli said in a shock, "She always seems to be oblivious to all the wizardry around her. Yes Hobkins, let her in." Starli said with finality in her voice.
The silver door opened revealing a black onyx room all made of stone and Starli leaning back on the smooth, silver desk on the right side of the room. Starli long, pale golden blond hair hanging in a loose ponytail on her left side contrasted with her black short blazer suit. The Blazer was only buttoning the middle hiding most of Starli's large chest. The thin young woman with the medium rib cage walked in with an air of confidence and hugged the slowly approaching Starli. As they embrace Starli could feel the warmth of the small-breasted girl, touch her inner coldness.
Starli stood back and admired her friend. Her almost straight, rich coffee brown hair was only a centimeter or two to the middle of her back. It was hard to tell because of her long layers. Her although hair went perfect with her Abcrombie short sleeved red shirt her extremely light honey skin did not.
"Amanda, daring how are you?" Starli replied politely,
"I'm just peachy," Amanda replied in a cheerful tone.
"Amanda, I'm not to be rude but what is the purpose of you visit?"
"We were supposed to play today." Amanda said in her American accent,
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm afraid that I have a big meeting today."
"But you promised," Amanda said innocently,
Amanda's innocents was another thing that Starli respected, no matter how bad life was she could be cheerful and happy. Amanda was the only person that held any important place in Starli's heart.
"My dear, we will play tomorrow, I will clear my inter schedule." Starli said as she wrote a note to herself to remind her to clear her agenda for tomorrow.
"Alright, then I will see you tomorrow." Amanda said confidently straightening her back once more.
Amanda walked back to Starli and gave her a hug, something Amanda knew that she could only do. And skipped out of the black room.
"Good Bye," Amanda waved,
"See you tomorrow." Starli replied a little bit more cheerful than she was before.
"Now, I must prepare with my meeting with the Order." Starli though to herself as she fell back into her black leather chair behind her desk.
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By the time Amanda heard Starli's farewell she was already in the middle of the dark hallway that led to the stairs. In this hall way the portraits moved and there were bust of famous people that moved also. The green flamed candelabra's lighted the dim hallway. Contrary to Starli thinking Amanda knew that Starli was a witch. She did not care. Amanda stopped skipping when she reached the shinny metal stair that would lead her to the main floor. The room where the staircase was located was one of the few rooms that let sunlight in. As a matter of fact rectangular windows covered the front wall of the staircase, from the ceiling to the floor.
Once Amanda was out side she jogged to her house, the rectangular one with the rich pastel yellow aluminum siding, which was only across the street. In the foyer there was a long staircase at the right of the entrance. The tile was a dark blue and the walls had lemon yellow and white strips.
"Hello Amanda!" yelled a voice from the kitchen,
Amanda walked though the white wooden sliding door.
"Hi Mom!" Amanda said as she slid into the small kitchen, "What are you doing?"
"I'm making a potion to change the this countertop to granite."
"Ya, this plastic wooden countertop reminds me of our old kitchen in Michigan before we redid it." Amanda replied,
"Well, how is Starli?"
"She's fine, her usual cold self," Amanda said softly "Although she seems warm to me." Amanda thought to her self.
"She was busy again?" Amanda's Mom asked in a concerned tone.
"Yeah, she always is,"
"Well today that is a good thing consisting that today is the marathon that your Father puts on for Piper every year; is today we were supposed to do there together as a family but since you and your brother were busy your Father went on his own." Amanda mother spoke sweetly.
"Ohh, I know you want me to go right and represent the company with Father right."
"No, not exactly," she replied hesitantly "runner representing Piper has a twisted ankle."
"Great, and you want me to run, right,"
"That would be a major help, darling."
"Mom, I'm a skier not a cross country runner,"
"You were one of the fastest girls in pre-season training last year, and besides you bike seven mile a day in a half an hour, please!" Amanda's mother stated pleading and yet she was demanding at the same time.
"Fine," Amanda said in a firm tone "fine but you know I hate running." She said as she matched out the swing door on the right side of the kitchen and into the dinning room where the fireplace was located.
She took a pinch of powder and walked into the fireplace.
"London," She said loudly as the red flame consumed her.
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