Chapter 6- Vera Square

Note from author: every (*) indicates a time duration.

A room with hundreds of doors, every size and color. Every inch of the room was filled with doors. They entered the large, cramped room, filled with a prism of moving colors, which were people dressed in robes, making their way to a tiny exit.

*

"Woo! I thought we'd never get outta there" Nyx said, shielding her eyes from the midday sun.

Vera Square was a quaint little square. It had a theater, a sweet shop, a quidditch and robe outfitter, a writing supply store, a book warehouse, and many more little places. It had miniature double-decker buses driving around the grey streets, which was sunk underneath the red cobblestones. It had a circular park in the center of the square, bulked with apple trees, which had twinkling lights interlaced in them.

"Ooooh!" They all whispered.

"Ok we need-" Nyx started, looking down at the list. "MOM?!?" She bellowed.

"Nyx!" Ms. Aislinn said. "You got your letters?"

"Mom-you knew! And you never told me!" Nyx shrieked, attracting the attention of passer-bys.

Ms. Aislinn glanced around. "You are so disreputable-you should be ashamed of yourself- you're almost a grown woman-now start acting like one" she whispered "You better get the school provisions and here are coins for the expenses." Nyx felt very ashamed at what her mother had just said, she got top marks in school, and was extremely obedient. She practically flung over a tin case with Betty Boop on the front, and with a loud POP she was gone.

Nyx curiously opened the tin case-bag. It was full of golden coins. She picked one up. Reading the miniscule writing on them-it translated into GALLEON, and some sort of weird encryption that looked a bit elfish (LOtR). Nyx bit it, and it bent slightly.

"This is gold" Nyx whispered. She rubbed the coin on her shirt and planted it back into the tin.

"I ain't touching that now-nope" joked Riley.

Nyx laughed, tears welling up in her eyes-about what her mom had said.

"Oh, don't cry" Audrey said hugging her. Audrey had been like a big sister to her, comforting her and helping her out whenever she needed it, which was infrequent.

"Yeah-we're here in a wizardry shopping court with a tin full of gold-how lucky is that?" Skye reassured.

Nyx sniffed, and tried to suck it up, her throat getting uncomfortable.

"Please don't cry-your nose gets all puffy and red-like Rudolph's" Lelani said, making her laugh.

With a whimper Nyx tried to stop. Riley whipped out a tissue and wiped Nyx's face. She finally stopped.

*

"Ok, The Standard Book of Spells-book-book of spells" Nyx muttered looking through the shelves. Each of the girls had been assigned a book, the surfers had extra ones, on account of being "superhuman", and the fact that Skye and Audrey had no upper-body strength had nothing to do with it. Nyx found the black leather-bound book, written in gold letters. She picked up 5 copies of the 300 page books, and shoved them into one of her arms.

Nyx shifted her eyes. She realized she was alone in this neck of the store. No people around, she felt uneasy. With a creak coming from a corner-she was more alert. Her heart began to beat twice as fast. A figure moved in the corner of her eye. She kept telling herself that her mind was just playing tricks on her-and get back to finding Magical Drafts and Potions. But her feeling was just too strong to ignore. She looked around again, nothing was watching her. She turned her head back to the shelf. Only to notice a pair of cold blue eyes looking straight back at her. A cold knife of fear stabbed her heart, and a cold shiver ran up her spine. She back up and in the process tripped and fell, the books smacking the floor. She dug her heels into the floor and attempted to back up even further, but she didn't have anymore room, the "T" aisle was cutting into her back. A warm laugh erupted from the blue eyes. The books from the shelf surrounding the eyes moved. Nyx's mind was throbbing, was she going to die? Was she going to be arrested? Did she miss some sign that said "Beware of rats" on her way to this section? The eyes had hair, surprisingly and a mouth. Nyx was puzzled, but then it all came together, it was the boy who had dropped off Skye's camera.

"Urgh!" Nyx gritted through her teeth, as she got up. The boy was still laughing. "That isn't funny". If it was one of her friends she would've laughed along, but unfortunately, she didn't know this boy well enough.

"I'm sorry-but it was hilarious" he said coming around.

"Leave me alone-uh-what's your name?" Nyx said irritably, then calming down.

"Orion-er-Ryan" He replied, helping her pick up the scattered books.

"So which one is it?" she asked again. Picking up the last copy and standing up.

"…Name is Orion and nickname is Ryan" he responded.

"Okay, cool" Nyx said under her breath. "Where are your books?"

"I don't have any yet" He said confidently. "Oh I was looking for something in that shelf and I saw you"

"Interesting" she mumbled, as they walked down the "M" way. "Hogwarts right?". [Stupid Nyx, why else would he be here? Duh. There I go speaking before I think-guess it's the way I am programmed-she thought] luckily he didn't answer. Nyx grabbed 5 copies of Magical Drafts and Potions, and slid it into her other arm. She looked like a walking gorilla.

"Here let me help you" he proposed, holding back some light laughter. He took the books and they walked to the cashier.

"Thanks" Nyx said paying for the books. "I have to meet my friends at the theater in a couple minutes-they got done faster than me" she said as the clerk put the books into a cotton bag that took objects twice its size and made them weightless.

*

[Black eagle quills or extra large blue hummingbird?] She held the black quills in one hand and the hummingbird in the other, weighing them in her mind. Finishing up her decision, she picked up a brown parcel of parchment. In the end she decided on the black eagle, and cerulean ink, as she waited in line she felt a tad sleepy, this being the last store of the day. She managed to open up her eyes and empty out the last of the coins from the tin, the clerk bagged the items and she walked out, bag-clad, feeling as if she was wearing the thickest bracelet on her wrists. Nyx moaned, and walked out to the twinkling lights, and the fresh air. Lazily, walking on the red cobblestone, she strolled to the door room and opened her, everyone was already home. Nyx was last because she had taken too many "pit-stops". She dawdled into the hall, the penciled door erasing itself.