Parrish stared out of the window in her new room that she stared with
Galleria and sighed. Ottery St. Catchpole was everything she had expected
it to be. It was tiny and remote, built mostly on country backroads. The
houses were spread far and wide inbetween; they were old and somewhat run
down, but still liveable. London, however, was a whole other story. It was
vibrant and teeming with lively locals and tourists. British meshed with
American, French, and Spanish accents, leacing a colorful variation in
tones. Bright coloured mopeds zipped in and out of traffic, making their
way towards their daily destinations. Bad pop music blared out of open
windows. All things modern meshed with the old architecture. Everything
combined made London a very fascinating place indeed.
It was pouring outside leaving them stranded inside with nothing to do. It had been raining ever since the day they arrived. They had yet to get out and see what that miniscule town had to offer. ("Everything about this place just screams, 'the Flintstone's return.'" Lanai had stated languidly the day of their arrival.) Parrish wasn't at all impressed by the tiny town.
"It doesn't look any different than Simpleton, except that it's a bit greener and the trees are bigger," she said to Galleria.
For that remark, Galleria grunted her agreement. "Exactly what I was thinking. I dunno why Mum decided to move us here. It's just like living in Simpleton, only we're in England and we're going to go to a different school."
Parrish gave her sister a look that was somewhat remiscent of Mrs. Summers. "Don't you say that about Mum! We wouldn't have come if Dad hadn't wanted to come to."
Galleria rolled her eyes. "Right."
"You want to know something, Galleria?" Parrish said, hopping off of the window seat she was sitting on and walked slowly towards her older sister. "If you didn't look so much different than Lanai, then I'd swear you were the same person sometimes."
Galleria shot up in her bed, pointing a finger at Parrish. "Don't you EVER! I'm nothing like her, nothing! Do you hear me?"
Parrish shrugged. "Maybe you're right. Lanai seems to be taking the move rather well, if I do say so myself. That's more than I can say for you...."
"Let me tell you something Parrish Jeanne Summers, you have no clue- absolutely no clue-how I'm taking this move. Don't be the snot-nosed twerp we all know you are for once, and leave me alone." Galleria said fiercly.
"Just because you're wigged out about this whole move doesn't mean you can take it out on me anytime you damn well please," Parrish shot back, a little hurt at her sisters words. She flicked out the light. Pulling the covers back from her bed and sliding underneath them, she said, "Get some sleep. Mum's taking us to some place called Diagon Alley tomorrow to get our school supplies."
Galleria lie awake a long time after Parrish had fallen asleep thinking about what had been said a few minutes previous. Was Parrish right? Was she being immature? No, of course not. Rolling over, she fell into a light sleep.
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(Next Day, Diagon Alley)
Draco Malfoy pushed a piece of his white blonde hair back from his face and looked around. Spotting someone he knew, he squared his shoulders and braced himself for a boring, totally useless conversation.
Time to make nice.
He crossed the street and walked over to Pansy Parkinson. "Hello, Pansy."
Pansy turned to look at Draco, her pug-like face breaking into a smile at the site of him. "There you are! I was just looking for you. I knew you said that you'd be here today, and I was hoping we could spend a little time together." A sly smile had taken the place of the earlier smile.
Draco grimaced.
"Sorry Pansy, I have other plans, but I'm sure you'll be able to find someone who'll fill your needs....for a price."
He grinned rather nastily and walked off, sniggering at Pansy's frustrated mutterings. He shook his head. "Pathetic."
He glanced around to make sure no one else was out and about. When he was satisfied that no one was going to stop him anytime soon, he sat down at an empty table outside of Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor and pulled out a battered copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages." A fewminutes later the book was knocked out of Draco's hand when a lost-looking someone tripped over his chair.
The lost-looking someone happened to be a young girl about Draco's age. The girl had long black hair that reached her lower back and was currently splayed out over a rather large pile of books. She was pale of skin and slight in build. She let out a heavy sigh of embarrassment and clucked her tongue. "Wait to go Summers," she said quietly.
'Who the hell was this Summers person?' Draco rolled his eyes. 'Think man, think.'
He started to bend down to help the girl up, but then straightened. No one would expect him to help the girl. Insult her, yes. Laugh at her, definately. Help her, no. He cleared his throat. "Do y'think you're going to be able to stand up anytime soon, or are you going to lie around on the ground all day and talk to yourself like a madwoman?"
The girl jumped a little and pushed herself onto her knees and started gathering her things. She stood and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had committed some sort of crime simply by lying here and having a nice little chat with myself."
Her eyes startled him. They were a mesmerizing shade of violet and had little flecks of silver in the iris's. It was really quite unnerving how they had him transfixed.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" She whispered in an amused tone of voice, breaking him out of his state.
He shook his head. "I was just wondering what someone like yourself would be doing in Diagon Alley."
He surveyed her muggle style clothing in distaste. She was wearing a tiny red tank top and low-cut jeans with a pair of flip-flops to complete the outfit. Her hair was currently in the process of being swept back into a large red velvet hair scrunchy. She was a muggle if he ever saw one. "I mean, they're surely still not allowing mudbloods at Hogwarts, are they?" he sneered.
The girl shrugged, unfased by his insult. "I don't know. I'll inform you if I meet any."
Draco stared at the girl in silent disbelief. 'She can't be pureblood...maybe she's a halfblood?'
The girl shook her head, fanning her restrained hair behind her. She tilted her head a bit and studied Draco intently. "Do you go to Hogwarts?"
Draco narrowed his eyes and met her intent gaze head on. She didn't seem to have any hidden meanings behind what she was asking, but you could never be too sure these days. "Maybe."
She nodded as if his answer confirmed everything. "Well, if all the boys there are as cute as you are, then I think I'm going to like it here after all."
A sly grin took the splace of Draco's scowl. This is exactly the type of stuff he knew how to handle. He opened his mouth to respond, when a shout cut him off.
"Galleria!"
The girl turned her head towards a short woman at the end of the street. "Coming, Mum!" She turned back to Draco. "Well, I'm off to get my robes. It was nice talking to you...."
"Draco," he supplied.
"Draco," she finished. She bent down and grabbed the small, battered book next to her feet and handed it to him. "I believe this is yours. I'll see you around at school sometime."
With that, she turned and left Draco standing there staring after her.
It was pouring outside leaving them stranded inside with nothing to do. It had been raining ever since the day they arrived. They had yet to get out and see what that miniscule town had to offer. ("Everything about this place just screams, 'the Flintstone's return.'" Lanai had stated languidly the day of their arrival.) Parrish wasn't at all impressed by the tiny town.
"It doesn't look any different than Simpleton, except that it's a bit greener and the trees are bigger," she said to Galleria.
For that remark, Galleria grunted her agreement. "Exactly what I was thinking. I dunno why Mum decided to move us here. It's just like living in Simpleton, only we're in England and we're going to go to a different school."
Parrish gave her sister a look that was somewhat remiscent of Mrs. Summers. "Don't you say that about Mum! We wouldn't have come if Dad hadn't wanted to come to."
Galleria rolled her eyes. "Right."
"You want to know something, Galleria?" Parrish said, hopping off of the window seat she was sitting on and walked slowly towards her older sister. "If you didn't look so much different than Lanai, then I'd swear you were the same person sometimes."
Galleria shot up in her bed, pointing a finger at Parrish. "Don't you EVER! I'm nothing like her, nothing! Do you hear me?"
Parrish shrugged. "Maybe you're right. Lanai seems to be taking the move rather well, if I do say so myself. That's more than I can say for you...."
"Let me tell you something Parrish Jeanne Summers, you have no clue- absolutely no clue-how I'm taking this move. Don't be the snot-nosed twerp we all know you are for once, and leave me alone." Galleria said fiercly.
"Just because you're wigged out about this whole move doesn't mean you can take it out on me anytime you damn well please," Parrish shot back, a little hurt at her sisters words. She flicked out the light. Pulling the covers back from her bed and sliding underneath them, she said, "Get some sleep. Mum's taking us to some place called Diagon Alley tomorrow to get our school supplies."
Galleria lie awake a long time after Parrish had fallen asleep thinking about what had been said a few minutes previous. Was Parrish right? Was she being immature? No, of course not. Rolling over, she fell into a light sleep.
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(Next Day, Diagon Alley)
Draco Malfoy pushed a piece of his white blonde hair back from his face and looked around. Spotting someone he knew, he squared his shoulders and braced himself for a boring, totally useless conversation.
Time to make nice.
He crossed the street and walked over to Pansy Parkinson. "Hello, Pansy."
Pansy turned to look at Draco, her pug-like face breaking into a smile at the site of him. "There you are! I was just looking for you. I knew you said that you'd be here today, and I was hoping we could spend a little time together." A sly smile had taken the place of the earlier smile.
Draco grimaced.
"Sorry Pansy, I have other plans, but I'm sure you'll be able to find someone who'll fill your needs....for a price."
He grinned rather nastily and walked off, sniggering at Pansy's frustrated mutterings. He shook his head. "Pathetic."
He glanced around to make sure no one else was out and about. When he was satisfied that no one was going to stop him anytime soon, he sat down at an empty table outside of Florean Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor and pulled out a battered copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages." A fewminutes later the book was knocked out of Draco's hand when a lost-looking someone tripped over his chair.
The lost-looking someone happened to be a young girl about Draco's age. The girl had long black hair that reached her lower back and was currently splayed out over a rather large pile of books. She was pale of skin and slight in build. She let out a heavy sigh of embarrassment and clucked her tongue. "Wait to go Summers," she said quietly.
'Who the hell was this Summers person?' Draco rolled his eyes. 'Think man, think.'
He started to bend down to help the girl up, but then straightened. No one would expect him to help the girl. Insult her, yes. Laugh at her, definately. Help her, no. He cleared his throat. "Do y'think you're going to be able to stand up anytime soon, or are you going to lie around on the ground all day and talk to yourself like a madwoman?"
The girl jumped a little and pushed herself onto her knees and started gathering her things. She stood and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had committed some sort of crime simply by lying here and having a nice little chat with myself."
Her eyes startled him. They were a mesmerizing shade of violet and had little flecks of silver in the iris's. It was really quite unnerving how they had him transfixed.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" She whispered in an amused tone of voice, breaking him out of his state.
He shook his head. "I was just wondering what someone like yourself would be doing in Diagon Alley."
He surveyed her muggle style clothing in distaste. She was wearing a tiny red tank top and low-cut jeans with a pair of flip-flops to complete the outfit. Her hair was currently in the process of being swept back into a large red velvet hair scrunchy. She was a muggle if he ever saw one. "I mean, they're surely still not allowing mudbloods at Hogwarts, are they?" he sneered.
The girl shrugged, unfased by his insult. "I don't know. I'll inform you if I meet any."
Draco stared at the girl in silent disbelief. 'She can't be pureblood...maybe she's a halfblood?'
The girl shook her head, fanning her restrained hair behind her. She tilted her head a bit and studied Draco intently. "Do you go to Hogwarts?"
Draco narrowed his eyes and met her intent gaze head on. She didn't seem to have any hidden meanings behind what she was asking, but you could never be too sure these days. "Maybe."
She nodded as if his answer confirmed everything. "Well, if all the boys there are as cute as you are, then I think I'm going to like it here after all."
A sly grin took the splace of Draco's scowl. This is exactly the type of stuff he knew how to handle. He opened his mouth to respond, when a shout cut him off.
"Galleria!"
The girl turned her head towards a short woman at the end of the street. "Coming, Mum!" She turned back to Draco. "Well, I'm off to get my robes. It was nice talking to you...."
"Draco," he supplied.
"Draco," she finished. She bent down and grabbed the small, battered book next to her feet and handed it to him. "I believe this is yours. I'll see you around at school sometime."
With that, she turned and left Draco standing there staring after her.