chapter 2!!!!! But better than first chapter(I hope) more talking, please
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Chapter 2: Love, Hate and Owls
Still holding her stomach she walked slowly but steadily through the ministry, keeping her back straight although her muscle cried out with searing pain to do so, short sharp breaths past through her body, part of this was due to her pain, but the rest were the emotions now flowing through her, in her soul in her mind. For a person to do that to the women they loved, why? Why do that. Love and hate have each such a delicate balance that many slip gently over the edge into the other, from passionate love to hatred to thoughts of hurt and pain, where there were once only those to care. She had renounced his love before, told him it was unrequited, but he had always thought, hoped she would come to him, he was a man who did not show his emotions with ease, but when he did show them, they ruled him, and controlled his actions, his thoughts, and the one that happened to receive these emotions was her.
The entrance hall was now quieter, most had gone to there offices, on errands or home. As she walked her footsteps echoed softly around the room, no one paid her much attention, those in the hall were either busy or couldn't see her through the amount of paper work strewn across their desks. She carried on, back to the small door, back to the old phone box, and down the street, the sun casting long shadows across the pavement.
With a quick glance at her watch she hurried on, now towards a different part of the city, into the high streets where shoppers crowded looking for sales. She pushed pass the heaving mob as it swirled and flowed like a surging stream parting and regrouping passed the islands of newspaper sellers and of goods alike, our lady one of the torrent. She left the wide expanse into a smaller street, where, a few shops down a small post office was located. The old timber frame still remained painted a vibrant red, an old sign hung from the side of a building, swaying gently in the summer breeze, as it licked against its well varnished surface. An ordinary post office by all apparel, apart from the very important fact it lacked a door, the windows were full of grime and dust, blocking any passer bys view of what lay inside.
She walked up to the old cast iron post box embedded into the wall next to the sign, glanced quickly up and down the street and, with a sudden movement forced her hand through the slot and was pulled in after it. She landed softly into a small room, wooden counters surrounded her, their surfaces well worn and shone in the dull light, shelves bulging with various artefacts, letters, parcels, old jars, scrolls, and anything else you could imagine. A small door lead off into a back room beyond the counters, the noise echoing from it rang through the room, the ghastly high pitched scream, caused her head to ache,
"WILL YOU SHUT THOSE BLOODY OWLS UP!!!!"
"Sorry Miss I cant hear you??" called a man in his late fifties exiting the room and slamming the door behind him "what did you say again? Owls you see, cant here a bloody thing."
"I noticed, not usually that many here are there, business slow?" she began politely,
"Quite on the contrary, record sales, bought more owls see." He said indicating behind him "Ministries sending god knows how many letters a day, all 'cos of you-know-who you know, trying to tell us he's not around, all lies of course me and the wife know better, as I was telling her the other day. I said to her.." She cut him off in mid sentence,
"Yes, yes that's all good and well but I'm in a bit of a hurry" she said with some exasperation. The gentleman raised his eyebrows, and began to talk again
"Hmmmmm, that's what everyone's like nowadays, all rush, rush, rush, no time for people like me. I might not have a high paid job but I've got just enough right to an opinion as the rest of you, as I was saying to my wife just the other day 'Young people have no...."
"Really, I don't have time, I'm sure that you and your wife have 'fun' and informative conversations but honestly, could you please serve me!!!" she grumbled somewhat irritably, and leaned against the counter.
"Come on then if you're in such a hurry, what do'ya want?"
"I sent a parcel here 3 days ago, well more of a suitcase, along with about 3 trunks, could I please have my suitcase?"
"Name?" he asked her bluntly,
"Alexandra Mai Borealis" he began to rummage in a box he pulled out from a counter, found a small piece of paper and walked back into the room with the owls, and, slammed the door after him self. She began to drum her fingers mindlessly on the top of the oak counters.
Five minutes later the man came back, trunks bags and all floating in front of his out stretched wand and let the fall gently down on top of the oak surface.
"Which one were you after miss?" inquired the man grumpily.
She picked up a tattered leather suitcase, "This one, do I have to sign anywhere?" she said with a light ironic smile.
"Here" pointing to a piece of paper, and handing her a well used quill "What do you want doing to the rest of them"
"Can you forward them to Hogwarts for me? You look like you've got enough owls to do it" the man raised his eyebrow, after a few moments silence; she began to speak again "How much? I would prefer if you could get them there today"
"3 galleons"
"You're joking. Right?"
" Supply and demand, you lot demand, I supply, and you want it so bloody much ill charge what I know you'll pay" he chanted happily seeing her face change.
"I'll shove your bloody money up your arse" she muttered to herself.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that?"
"Take your damned money" she replied icily throwing down three coins onto the table, and stalked towards the highly unusual exit.
* * *
She took a quick look at the watch on her wrist and hurried past the crowds of Kings Cross. She finally reached the spot where she was headed, a solid brick pillar next to platform nine and ten; she felt a small thrill of excitement shoot up through her spine as she lunged forward through the wall.
She stumbled forward into another platform, and in font of her a large red steam engine stood, upon the sides of its outer shell a small iron casting had the words HOGWARTS EXPRESS embedded into it.
The platform was full of life, and many weeping mothers sending their children out into the big wide world. Children clambered into the carriages aided by their friends. The last of the luggage was tossed into another carriage. She stood silently watching the seen, until she was awoken by the sound of a large whistle that reverberated around the platform. She ran towards the carriage, grabbed the iron poll that was screwed into the frame of the train and pulled her self up into the carriage. Dim electric lights that buzzed and murmured hung above her head, the voices of children rang from each passage way. After a moments hesitation she stepped forward just as the powerful vessel that was the train eased its self away from the platform causing her to lose her balance until she reached out with her hand to the wooden interior of the train steadying herself before she moved on. Each of the small compartments was full with children leaning into their friends to discus animatedly about there summer 'whish id come earlier, ill swear there wasn't this many when I was here' she thought to herself as she approached another compartment where only three children sat in deep conversation with each other, this being the only room with any empty seats in the entire train she knocked and entered.
"Don't suppose you'd mind if I joined you, everywhere else is full? Have the feeling there's a carriage for teachers but kinda didn't have the time to find it. I was on time as usual" she ended sarcastically.
A girls bright face turned towards her, her long brown framing her small features "Who are you?"
"Oh god, I'm sorry, my mother always said I had no manners. Alexandra Mai Borealis, call me Lexie...well. no.. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be called. I'm not exactly a professor, guess its Miss Borealis, god I sound so old... Just call me Lexie for now." She smiled at the puzzled expressions on all three faces but held out her hand towards the girl. "And you are?"
"Hermione Granger" she answered shaking the hand offered towards her.
"Ron Weasley"
"Harry Potter" 'oh god' she thought to herself, she saw the looks they gave her and immediately she smiled, she didn't know what to do 'forget it' she told herself 'later'
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Chapter 2: Love, Hate and Owls
Still holding her stomach she walked slowly but steadily through the ministry, keeping her back straight although her muscle cried out with searing pain to do so, short sharp breaths past through her body, part of this was due to her pain, but the rest were the emotions now flowing through her, in her soul in her mind. For a person to do that to the women they loved, why? Why do that. Love and hate have each such a delicate balance that many slip gently over the edge into the other, from passionate love to hatred to thoughts of hurt and pain, where there were once only those to care. She had renounced his love before, told him it was unrequited, but he had always thought, hoped she would come to him, he was a man who did not show his emotions with ease, but when he did show them, they ruled him, and controlled his actions, his thoughts, and the one that happened to receive these emotions was her.
The entrance hall was now quieter, most had gone to there offices, on errands or home. As she walked her footsteps echoed softly around the room, no one paid her much attention, those in the hall were either busy or couldn't see her through the amount of paper work strewn across their desks. She carried on, back to the small door, back to the old phone box, and down the street, the sun casting long shadows across the pavement.
With a quick glance at her watch she hurried on, now towards a different part of the city, into the high streets where shoppers crowded looking for sales. She pushed pass the heaving mob as it swirled and flowed like a surging stream parting and regrouping passed the islands of newspaper sellers and of goods alike, our lady one of the torrent. She left the wide expanse into a smaller street, where, a few shops down a small post office was located. The old timber frame still remained painted a vibrant red, an old sign hung from the side of a building, swaying gently in the summer breeze, as it licked against its well varnished surface. An ordinary post office by all apparel, apart from the very important fact it lacked a door, the windows were full of grime and dust, blocking any passer bys view of what lay inside.
She walked up to the old cast iron post box embedded into the wall next to the sign, glanced quickly up and down the street and, with a sudden movement forced her hand through the slot and was pulled in after it. She landed softly into a small room, wooden counters surrounded her, their surfaces well worn and shone in the dull light, shelves bulging with various artefacts, letters, parcels, old jars, scrolls, and anything else you could imagine. A small door lead off into a back room beyond the counters, the noise echoing from it rang through the room, the ghastly high pitched scream, caused her head to ache,
"WILL YOU SHUT THOSE BLOODY OWLS UP!!!!"
"Sorry Miss I cant hear you??" called a man in his late fifties exiting the room and slamming the door behind him "what did you say again? Owls you see, cant here a bloody thing."
"I noticed, not usually that many here are there, business slow?" she began politely,
"Quite on the contrary, record sales, bought more owls see." He said indicating behind him "Ministries sending god knows how many letters a day, all 'cos of you-know-who you know, trying to tell us he's not around, all lies of course me and the wife know better, as I was telling her the other day. I said to her.." She cut him off in mid sentence,
"Yes, yes that's all good and well but I'm in a bit of a hurry" she said with some exasperation. The gentleman raised his eyebrows, and began to talk again
"Hmmmmm, that's what everyone's like nowadays, all rush, rush, rush, no time for people like me. I might not have a high paid job but I've got just enough right to an opinion as the rest of you, as I was saying to my wife just the other day 'Young people have no...."
"Really, I don't have time, I'm sure that you and your wife have 'fun' and informative conversations but honestly, could you please serve me!!!" she grumbled somewhat irritably, and leaned against the counter.
"Come on then if you're in such a hurry, what do'ya want?"
"I sent a parcel here 3 days ago, well more of a suitcase, along with about 3 trunks, could I please have my suitcase?"
"Name?" he asked her bluntly,
"Alexandra Mai Borealis" he began to rummage in a box he pulled out from a counter, found a small piece of paper and walked back into the room with the owls, and, slammed the door after him self. She began to drum her fingers mindlessly on the top of the oak counters.
Five minutes later the man came back, trunks bags and all floating in front of his out stretched wand and let the fall gently down on top of the oak surface.
"Which one were you after miss?" inquired the man grumpily.
She picked up a tattered leather suitcase, "This one, do I have to sign anywhere?" she said with a light ironic smile.
"Here" pointing to a piece of paper, and handing her a well used quill "What do you want doing to the rest of them"
"Can you forward them to Hogwarts for me? You look like you've got enough owls to do it" the man raised his eyebrow, after a few moments silence; she began to speak again "How much? I would prefer if you could get them there today"
"3 galleons"
"You're joking. Right?"
" Supply and demand, you lot demand, I supply, and you want it so bloody much ill charge what I know you'll pay" he chanted happily seeing her face change.
"I'll shove your bloody money up your arse" she muttered to herself.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that?"
"Take your damned money" she replied icily throwing down three coins onto the table, and stalked towards the highly unusual exit.
* * *
She took a quick look at the watch on her wrist and hurried past the crowds of Kings Cross. She finally reached the spot where she was headed, a solid brick pillar next to platform nine and ten; she felt a small thrill of excitement shoot up through her spine as she lunged forward through the wall.
She stumbled forward into another platform, and in font of her a large red steam engine stood, upon the sides of its outer shell a small iron casting had the words HOGWARTS EXPRESS embedded into it.
The platform was full of life, and many weeping mothers sending their children out into the big wide world. Children clambered into the carriages aided by their friends. The last of the luggage was tossed into another carriage. She stood silently watching the seen, until she was awoken by the sound of a large whistle that reverberated around the platform. She ran towards the carriage, grabbed the iron poll that was screwed into the frame of the train and pulled her self up into the carriage. Dim electric lights that buzzed and murmured hung above her head, the voices of children rang from each passage way. After a moments hesitation she stepped forward just as the powerful vessel that was the train eased its self away from the platform causing her to lose her balance until she reached out with her hand to the wooden interior of the train steadying herself before she moved on. Each of the small compartments was full with children leaning into their friends to discus animatedly about there summer 'whish id come earlier, ill swear there wasn't this many when I was here' she thought to herself as she approached another compartment where only three children sat in deep conversation with each other, this being the only room with any empty seats in the entire train she knocked and entered.
"Don't suppose you'd mind if I joined you, everywhere else is full? Have the feeling there's a carriage for teachers but kinda didn't have the time to find it. I was on time as usual" she ended sarcastically.
A girls bright face turned towards her, her long brown framing her small features "Who are you?"
"Oh god, I'm sorry, my mother always said I had no manners. Alexandra Mai Borealis, call me Lexie...well. no.. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be called. I'm not exactly a professor, guess its Miss Borealis, god I sound so old... Just call me Lexie for now." She smiled at the puzzled expressions on all three faces but held out her hand towards the girl. "And you are?"
"Hermione Granger" she answered shaking the hand offered towards her.
"Ron Weasley"
"Harry Potter" 'oh god' she thought to herself, she saw the looks they gave her and immediately she smiled, she didn't know what to do 'forget it' she told herself 'later'
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