A/N: Go me! Updating again! SO totally hoping for reviews! Please give them
to me! Thank you! I love you very much! Enjoy my insanity and Rebecca's
corrections and input!
B/N: I didn't just put two-cents in this time, I put in about ten dollars! I'm sorry, Lessa, for changing your vision so drastically.
A/N2: Becca, I love you lots, and I love what you did with it. Makes SO much more sense! I wish you'd put in ten dollars more often! BTW, that fic I told you about, the original, had its first chapter posted. Enjoy it, and review, eh?
Lessa stayed with Rebecca, living, and generally being happier than she would at home. At least she was going to get to go to the witch school! Also, Becca had told her the secret that she had held back for all of the years of their friendship: her father was a wizard who acted as a potion expert and Muggle-relations specialist for the Ministry of Magic.
Becca was just as happy, if not more so, than Lessa. She had a friend to quell her feelings of loneliness, and moreover an excuse to keep from having to entertain her little sister, Rachel. Summer was actually enjoyable, if not euphoric, with Lessa as a near constant companion.
They went to get their supplies two weeks before the term started. They had a bit of difficulty finding 'Diagon Alley', but they found it eventually. Once in, their mouths nearly dropped to the floor from surprise at what they saw. In what had started as a small hole in a brick wall a world apart had emerged.
There was so much to see, so many people, so many things! There were broomsticks, and cauldrons, and scales, and robes, and books, and. . .
They couldn't take it all in. There was just too much to see than could be realized in a single glance. They kept staring; more seemed to appear all the time.
Rebecca's father, who hadn't been inside Diagon Alley for many years, was the first to shake himself free of the spell it placed over them all. "Hadn't we better get the girls' school things?" He suggested.
The other three shook the spell off as well. The girls dug into their pockets and pulled out their lists. "Where do we get wands?" Lessa asked.
A passerby heard them. "Ah, more Muggles in Hogwarts, eh?" the strange boy said. "Oy, James! C'mon, couple of pretty girls lookin' for some help!" Another boy ran on up. "Hi," the first one said. "I'm Sirius Black, this is James Potter. We'll help ya find your way around if you like."
Both girls nodded. "It would be much appreciated. We have little idea of what this place is, let alone where we are going," Rebecca said, while she managed to restrain Lessa, who was going to go for the boy's throat and demand what interest they had in her and Rebecca. "I'm Rebecca, and this is my friend, Lessa." Becca was ever the diplomatic one, although she counted on Lessa to support her when things got beyond these stages.
"Pleasure to meet you both." Apparently, Sirius was a flirt, judging by the looks that he was sending their way. Becca rolled her eyes at this behavior, though she could see that Lessa was quite taken with this stranger. Less sent an appraising look at Sirius, and decided that the worst thing that he could do was shove her against a wall and snog her senseless. Not that she would have minded, of course.
The girls separated from Becca's parents, promising to meet them in two hours back at this spot. The patriarchal unit gave them some strange three- toned coinage to purchase their supplies with, and went on to show the sights to his wife. Becca and Lessa followed Sirius and James, milking the experience for all that it was worth. They may be separated into different houses, and they'd all read what the intra-house hostilities were like.
"Well, to your right, first stop is Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions!" Sirius the tour guide stated. "Step lightly now, ladies. This part can get rough. Watch your pocket books!"
Sirius and James darted through the stream of people pushing their way through the street. Rebecca shrugged and followed their lead. Lessa smirked and walked around the tail end of the on-coming crowd. Sirius and James shook their heads. "The dodging's the fun part!" Sirius objected as they led the girls into the shop.
They left the shop about twenty minutes later, arms loaded high with waves of black fabric and went around the rest of the alley, picking up all the necessary supplies.
In Ollivander's Wand Shop, they were confronted with the same scene that nearly all new students face; Mr. Ollivander, boxes piled high on shelves, leaning dangerously, looking as if they were held up only by magic, which they probably were, and Mr. Ollivander's tape measure moving of its own accord over all parts of their bodies, disregarding privacy of any sort. In the end, the wand that chose Lessa was 8 1/2 inches long, mahogany, with a phoenix feather core, and Becca's was 7 ½ inches long, willow, with a unicorn tail core. They found it quite strange that both of their chosen wands shot identical red and yellow sparks when tested.
Two hours were almost up when they reached the point they'd promised to meet Becca's parents.
"Thank you very much for taking us around," Becca said. "I, at least, hope to see you at Hogwarts."
"Tell you what," Sirius said. "You're going to need help getting onto the platform, so we'll meet you at Platform Nine at 10:30."
"Sounds wonderful," Lessa said sarcastically, though the look in her eyes said that she was looking forward to it, though not for the train ride alone.
"It does," Becca seconded sincerely.
"See you then," James said, "and don't forget anything!"
The two boys disappeared into the crowd, and the parents decided to make their entrance. Becca's father had set up a Floo powder network stop in their lounge fireplace, and they traveled home through a giant-sized grate in the pub, The Leaky Cauldron. They went home with heads spinning and minds full of sights and sounds and smells, and their hearts prepared for love and adventure.
B/N: I didn't just put two-cents in this time, I put in about ten dollars! I'm sorry, Lessa, for changing your vision so drastically.
A/N2: Becca, I love you lots, and I love what you did with it. Makes SO much more sense! I wish you'd put in ten dollars more often! BTW, that fic I told you about, the original, had its first chapter posted. Enjoy it, and review, eh?
Lessa stayed with Rebecca, living, and generally being happier than she would at home. At least she was going to get to go to the witch school! Also, Becca had told her the secret that she had held back for all of the years of their friendship: her father was a wizard who acted as a potion expert and Muggle-relations specialist for the Ministry of Magic.
Becca was just as happy, if not more so, than Lessa. She had a friend to quell her feelings of loneliness, and moreover an excuse to keep from having to entertain her little sister, Rachel. Summer was actually enjoyable, if not euphoric, with Lessa as a near constant companion.
They went to get their supplies two weeks before the term started. They had a bit of difficulty finding 'Diagon Alley', but they found it eventually. Once in, their mouths nearly dropped to the floor from surprise at what they saw. In what had started as a small hole in a brick wall a world apart had emerged.
There was so much to see, so many people, so many things! There were broomsticks, and cauldrons, and scales, and robes, and books, and. . .
They couldn't take it all in. There was just too much to see than could be realized in a single glance. They kept staring; more seemed to appear all the time.
Rebecca's father, who hadn't been inside Diagon Alley for many years, was the first to shake himself free of the spell it placed over them all. "Hadn't we better get the girls' school things?" He suggested.
The other three shook the spell off as well. The girls dug into their pockets and pulled out their lists. "Where do we get wands?" Lessa asked.
A passerby heard them. "Ah, more Muggles in Hogwarts, eh?" the strange boy said. "Oy, James! C'mon, couple of pretty girls lookin' for some help!" Another boy ran on up. "Hi," the first one said. "I'm Sirius Black, this is James Potter. We'll help ya find your way around if you like."
Both girls nodded. "It would be much appreciated. We have little idea of what this place is, let alone where we are going," Rebecca said, while she managed to restrain Lessa, who was going to go for the boy's throat and demand what interest they had in her and Rebecca. "I'm Rebecca, and this is my friend, Lessa." Becca was ever the diplomatic one, although she counted on Lessa to support her when things got beyond these stages.
"Pleasure to meet you both." Apparently, Sirius was a flirt, judging by the looks that he was sending their way. Becca rolled her eyes at this behavior, though she could see that Lessa was quite taken with this stranger. Less sent an appraising look at Sirius, and decided that the worst thing that he could do was shove her against a wall and snog her senseless. Not that she would have minded, of course.
The girls separated from Becca's parents, promising to meet them in two hours back at this spot. The patriarchal unit gave them some strange three- toned coinage to purchase their supplies with, and went on to show the sights to his wife. Becca and Lessa followed Sirius and James, milking the experience for all that it was worth. They may be separated into different houses, and they'd all read what the intra-house hostilities were like.
"Well, to your right, first stop is Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions!" Sirius the tour guide stated. "Step lightly now, ladies. This part can get rough. Watch your pocket books!"
Sirius and James darted through the stream of people pushing their way through the street. Rebecca shrugged and followed their lead. Lessa smirked and walked around the tail end of the on-coming crowd. Sirius and James shook their heads. "The dodging's the fun part!" Sirius objected as they led the girls into the shop.
They left the shop about twenty minutes later, arms loaded high with waves of black fabric and went around the rest of the alley, picking up all the necessary supplies.
In Ollivander's Wand Shop, they were confronted with the same scene that nearly all new students face; Mr. Ollivander, boxes piled high on shelves, leaning dangerously, looking as if they were held up only by magic, which they probably were, and Mr. Ollivander's tape measure moving of its own accord over all parts of their bodies, disregarding privacy of any sort. In the end, the wand that chose Lessa was 8 1/2 inches long, mahogany, with a phoenix feather core, and Becca's was 7 ½ inches long, willow, with a unicorn tail core. They found it quite strange that both of their chosen wands shot identical red and yellow sparks when tested.
Two hours were almost up when they reached the point they'd promised to meet Becca's parents.
"Thank you very much for taking us around," Becca said. "I, at least, hope to see you at Hogwarts."
"Tell you what," Sirius said. "You're going to need help getting onto the platform, so we'll meet you at Platform Nine at 10:30."
"Sounds wonderful," Lessa said sarcastically, though the look in her eyes said that she was looking forward to it, though not for the train ride alone.
"It does," Becca seconded sincerely.
"See you then," James said, "and don't forget anything!"
The two boys disappeared into the crowd, and the parents decided to make their entrance. Becca's father had set up a Floo powder network stop in their lounge fireplace, and they traveled home through a giant-sized grate in the pub, The Leaky Cauldron. They went home with heads spinning and minds full of sights and sounds and smells, and their hearts prepared for love and adventure.