"Lookitlookitllookitlookitlookit!" Sounded the raucous, high-pitched cry of the preteen Spaz as she tore into the study' of Razzledazzle, bare feet pounding on the bare, wooden floorboards of the decrepit, candlelit space. Razzle, the poor thing, was too startled and ultimately frightened by her initial appearance to see the envelope she clutched. "Lookit!" Spaz added, beaming, for good measure as she plopped the treasured piece of mail on Razzles makeshift desk.
"Bleedin' Christ, gel. Ye'll give me an effin' eart attack" grumbled the elder as he picked up the envelope, peering closely at it.
Razzle was on the short side, with a shaved head and the crap pierced out of his amiable face. He was also homeless. Spaz was, as well, but her predicament was more by choice than anything.
Raz snorted, turning the envelope over and over again in his scarred hands, studying the old-fashioned waxed seal on the back of it intently.
"Well, that's a doozy." He muttered, lost in thought. Apparently, he recognized something about this letter. "Well, open it, then, Spazzy." A bit of apprehension crept into his usually bouncy voice, and Spaz snatched the letter back, eagerly tearing into it. Inside the envelope was a letter informing her that she'd been accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry, a list of what she'd need throughout the year, and a train ticket.
Her smile turned into a frown as she read the acceptance letter. "What's this bollocks?" she asked, of no one in particular "Some kind of bleeding joke?" For eleven, she sure had a rather extensive vocabulary. Razzle had picked up the materials list from the floor, and heaved a rather heavy sigh as he read through it.
"It's true, gel. Ye're a bleedin' witch, it seems, or ye will be when the folks at ogwarts are through wit' ye."
Spaz furrowed her brow, perplexed, and she crossed her arms over her chest "You're kidding me, right? I mean, you've got to be! There's no such thing as magic!"
Razzle stood up, patting her on the back and tucking the materials list into an inner pocket of his ratty leather jacket, leaving the other things on the desk. "We'll see about that. Now c'mon, we've got some shopping to do. I'll introduce you to some people that'll change yer mind bout the ole magic thing."
Spaz hesitated, but followed the taller male out the door after a bit, still snarking at him as they descended the first of many rotting staircases to the door "Shopping, are you mad? We've got absolutely no money!"
"Trust me, love, we don' need money." Came the rather vague reply of Razzle as he stepped off the staircase to the concrete floor, and moved swiftly out the door into an alley, holding the portal open for Spaz "Ye comin'?" he asked, grinning rather madly.