Disclaimer: yeah... umm... I dont own this stuff... if I did I would have
lots of money. And I wouldn't be wasting my talent writing this for free...
Ok... I will not rant, but, I own nothing.
A/N: I know... its been forever, and this is only 1/2 of what I normally write. I have become immersed in Marauder era Harry Potter and I can't get out. I will try to post the second section of this soon.. but with me... who knows? If you read this so long ago that you forgot it, sorry, please don't flame me. Thanks, R&R.
Willow tapped her finger onto the bricks on the wall. All of a sudden, the bricks started to move and open.
*So, this is Diagon Alley,* she thought.
Willow walked through the opening. She was immediately bombarded by the sights and sounds of Diagon Alley. All of the witches and wizards dressed in a spectrum of colors, some colors she had never even seen before. The smell of food from the nearby restaurants, the sounds of dozens of people looking for the perfect item; powdered unicorn horn, bisected fish gullet, shredded boomslang, pickled purple penguins?
Willow was in her element. This was a place full of people. A place where she could hide... well... it would be a place where she could hide if she weren't the only person in muggle clothing.
Willow started to look at the names of the store. "Wow, an owlery," she whispered.
Willow pulled her money out of her pocket. 2800 Galleons. She then did the exchange rate in her head. *Wow... that's a lot of money...* she thought. She still had some of her own American money.
*Well,* she thought, *The American dollar is worth less than the British pound... so I should just save my money.... Just in case.*
Willow decided that an owl would make a good companion and if need be, she could release it for a few days. She probably woudl rarely use the owl, but it would be nice to know that it was there.
*Into the owlery then.* As Willow walked in, she looked at the owls, none of them really sparking her interest. Finally, in the back she saw a plain barn owl. It looked at her with sorrowful eyes, and didn't make a noise. The rest of the birds were screeching their heads off. Willow looked closer and saw a scar on the birds wing.
"Ahh... so you've found the troublemaker, eh?" a voice said behind her.
Willow immediately turned and assumed a fighting stance, angry at herself for not sensing a threat behind her. There was only on little old man in the store. She slowly relaxed, streching out her muscles.
"I'm sorry, miss. Did I startle you?" the man asked.
"Yeah, a little, I'm fine. A little too much of that muggle coffee is all. So what were you saying?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant, and amazingly pulling it off.
"That owl there. We call him Trouble, Pain or Fighter. When he was little he used to fight with the other birds alot. Ruined his wing doing that. Pity. I don't have the heart to take him out of the store though. People won't buy him because of his temper and because he is no longer 'useful'."
Willow's heart immediately went out to the poor little bird. No one wanting him, living in a cage all alone, deemed useless. Willow knew the feeling.
She decided to look around at other birds and asked the old man the price of the strongest looking ones, while commenting on the beauty of the other birds, and their wingspans.
Eventually, she returned to Fighter. Sounding whimsical, she asked, "How much would little useless here be?"
"Him? I would give him and his cage to you for 2 galleons. He just needs a good home, someone to talk to him, and I believe he can live out the rest of his life happily," the man said, eager to get the owl into a home.
"Two galleons, eh?" she pretended to ponder for a moment. Suddenly, she looked up at the man, "I'll take him."
The smile on the man's face warmed the room, and the man even gave Willow a few months supply of food. Willow walked out of the store elated that she could make a life better, even if it was just for a bird and walked straight into...
"Oooff"
TBC sorry... cliffhanger... Very Dickens of me... Tis the season and all that. Sorry... anyway, I'll try to write more, if I can get off of my Lupin fic. I'll have time over Yule break. Now, I only have one thing to ask of you. Look down. You see that button next to the Submit Review option. Click that. Then, on the page that should show up, write something... anything... about the story, about your grandmother, how tofu changed your life. Anything... I swear it will make me happy. Thanks!
A/N: I know... its been forever, and this is only 1/2 of what I normally write. I have become immersed in Marauder era Harry Potter and I can't get out. I will try to post the second section of this soon.. but with me... who knows? If you read this so long ago that you forgot it, sorry, please don't flame me. Thanks, R&R.
Willow tapped her finger onto the bricks on the wall. All of a sudden, the bricks started to move and open.
*So, this is Diagon Alley,* she thought.
Willow walked through the opening. She was immediately bombarded by the sights and sounds of Diagon Alley. All of the witches and wizards dressed in a spectrum of colors, some colors she had never even seen before. The smell of food from the nearby restaurants, the sounds of dozens of people looking for the perfect item; powdered unicorn horn, bisected fish gullet, shredded boomslang, pickled purple penguins?
Willow was in her element. This was a place full of people. A place where she could hide... well... it would be a place where she could hide if she weren't the only person in muggle clothing.
Willow started to look at the names of the store. "Wow, an owlery," she whispered.
Willow pulled her money out of her pocket. 2800 Galleons. She then did the exchange rate in her head. *Wow... that's a lot of money...* she thought. She still had some of her own American money.
*Well,* she thought, *The American dollar is worth less than the British pound... so I should just save my money.... Just in case.*
Willow decided that an owl would make a good companion and if need be, she could release it for a few days. She probably woudl rarely use the owl, but it would be nice to know that it was there.
*Into the owlery then.* As Willow walked in, she looked at the owls, none of them really sparking her interest. Finally, in the back she saw a plain barn owl. It looked at her with sorrowful eyes, and didn't make a noise. The rest of the birds were screeching their heads off. Willow looked closer and saw a scar on the birds wing.
"Ahh... so you've found the troublemaker, eh?" a voice said behind her.
Willow immediately turned and assumed a fighting stance, angry at herself for not sensing a threat behind her. There was only on little old man in the store. She slowly relaxed, streching out her muscles.
"I'm sorry, miss. Did I startle you?" the man asked.
"Yeah, a little, I'm fine. A little too much of that muggle coffee is all. So what were you saying?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant, and amazingly pulling it off.
"That owl there. We call him Trouble, Pain or Fighter. When he was little he used to fight with the other birds alot. Ruined his wing doing that. Pity. I don't have the heart to take him out of the store though. People won't buy him because of his temper and because he is no longer 'useful'."
Willow's heart immediately went out to the poor little bird. No one wanting him, living in a cage all alone, deemed useless. Willow knew the feeling.
She decided to look around at other birds and asked the old man the price of the strongest looking ones, while commenting on the beauty of the other birds, and their wingspans.
Eventually, she returned to Fighter. Sounding whimsical, she asked, "How much would little useless here be?"
"Him? I would give him and his cage to you for 2 galleons. He just needs a good home, someone to talk to him, and I believe he can live out the rest of his life happily," the man said, eager to get the owl into a home.
"Two galleons, eh?" she pretended to ponder for a moment. Suddenly, she looked up at the man, "I'll take him."
The smile on the man's face warmed the room, and the man even gave Willow a few months supply of food. Willow walked out of the store elated that she could make a life better, even if it was just for a bird and walked straight into...
"Oooff"
TBC sorry... cliffhanger... Very Dickens of me... Tis the season and all that. Sorry... anyway, I'll try to write more, if I can get off of my Lupin fic. I'll have time over Yule break. Now, I only have one thing to ask of you. Look down. You see that button next to the Submit Review option. Click that. Then, on the page that should show up, write something... anything... about the story, about your grandmother, how tofu changed your life. Anything... I swear it will make me happy. Thanks!