So, I thought I'd let you know, this is just what I think a typical American wizarding community would be like. And what the American wizarding government would be like also.

silentC: I can't get FanFic to work a lot either. Every time I go to review, it won't let me. Stupid FanFic.

The Pier isn't like Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is crooked, slanted, and very slumped together. The Pier is spread out; picture Main Street in Middle America. Even the wizards have a thing for the suburbs.

The usual stores are here, of course. What would we do without them? The stores are pretty much standardized throughout the wizarding world, so I head to Flourish and Blotts.

It's as dusty and confusing here as it is in England. I wonder through the shelves trying to find the books. Criminal Profiling by Greg MacMahon. It took me almost an hour to figure out all the books were Muggle books.

Letting out an exhausted and irritated sigh, I left the store and hurried down the main street. Almost at the end of the road, I turn down a small, dark alley. At the end of the alley was a shockingly similar plain, wooden staircase with an ordinary brown door at the top.

I knock on the door three times. The door opens slightly and a shadowy face appears. "Who is it?" he asks, making his voice sound intentionally gruff.

"Jen Dobbins, MIA Special Agent, let me in please," I state, showing my badge through the little crack he had put his face next to. He snarled but opened the door wide anyway.

"What do you want?" he asked in his regular voice. He doesn't step aside to let me in. So I push past him and look about the establishment. Half way into the store, I turn to face him.

"What do you like the MIA would want with this...fine...establishment?" I asked, mockingly struggling over the last two words.

The man relaxed and looked slightly annoyed. "Are you going to do this every time you come here?" he replies, now pushing past me to get the his computer.

"And why shouldn't I do this to you every time? You are my cousin, after all, and you're only here on my wishes," I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck, cooing into his hair. He grimaced and made to push me off him but didn't. I get off of my own accord. "So, where do you keep your books?"

This is Kevin, my cousin from my father's side of the family. By some freak stroke of luck, he became a wizard too, though everyone thought him a squib. He, like all my cousins over there, went to U.S. East Academy. After he got out he got in trouble with the Muggle police for something like, international terrorism, or something weird like that. Now he's here in the Pier only because he's my cousin. It's fun to tease him.

I begin to rummage around in his little emporium. He didn't have things laid out like a regular outlet would. He put things in boxes, just random things in random boxes. It's impossible to find anything in this place.

"Aren't you suppose to be in England with that guy for that trail for that evil guy?" he inquired uninterestedly. Sometimes, my cousin is very intuitive. But this was not one of those times.

"I'm not leaving 'till Friday, you screw up," I sigh through gritted teeth.

"Oh. What are you looking for, anyway?" Kevin questioned, not caring to look away from his computer.

"A book, I told you," I reply uninterested. I could find this stuff by myself, if I needed to.

This time, he looked away from the computer. "Well, yeah, but what book?"

I stop and look at my list. "Criminal Profiling by a Greg MacMahon. You got it?"

He stood up and walks straight over to a box on the opposite side of the store. He pulls it out and throws it on the floor like it's nothing. "There, now get out, I got a girl coming."

I roll my eyes but go to pick up the book anyway. "You're impossible, you know," I mutter before I head to the door.

"It runs in the family," he yelled over his shoulder before I closed the door. Sometimes, I wonder about his sanity.