NEW AND IMPROVED DANIKA RAILKING FANFIC
-PADFOOT
He looked in through the glass window at the girl. She was sitting alone, absent-mindedly stirring her tea. He wished that he could enter the warmth of the small Café, but it wasn't time yet. He had to wait for the perfect moment to enter. Dumbledore had made it perfectly clear that everything hung in the balance and that this was of the utmost importance. Nothing could go wrong. So for now, Harry had to wait in the cold Colorado December until Lupin gave the signal.
Inside Danika sat, deeply engrossed in her thoughts. Boys, and grades, and books, and softball and magic ran through her mind. She took a sip of her tea and turned her attention to the glowing fireplace. She had always been drawn to fire. She loved the way that the flames played off of each other and how it could provide such comfort but be so dangerous at the same time. She lifted her teacup back to her lips, but dropped it at the startling sight of seeing a face in the fire.
The owner of the shop came rushing over to help Danika clean up the mess. She muttered her apologies and by the time she glanced back at the flames, the face was gone. The owner brought her another cup of tea and made sure that the teen was all right. Danika sat back down into the plush chair as the dark haired boy entered the Café.
He scanned the room and walked directly over to the armchair directly in front of the fireplace. He was taken by the soft attractive curves of the girl's face. She looked very shaken, but he thought the way her brows arched at the confusion was intriguing. Her short auburn hair was held back by a stripped headband and she was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and brown hiking boots.
She acknowledged his presence only when he completely blocked her view of the fireplace.
"Can I help yo-," she began to ask. His friendly green eyes looked down at her from behind thick round glasses. His messy black hair fell over his forehead and his clothes clung to his lanky frame.
"Well, actually you can. My name is Harry and I was wondering if I could have a word with you."
"Wh- what did you say your name was?"
"Harry," he lowered his voice. "Harry Potter, and I could really use your help."
-PADFOOT
He looked in through the glass window at the girl. She was sitting alone, absent-mindedly stirring her tea. He wished that he could enter the warmth of the small Café, but it wasn't time yet. He had to wait for the perfect moment to enter. Dumbledore had made it perfectly clear that everything hung in the balance and that this was of the utmost importance. Nothing could go wrong. So for now, Harry had to wait in the cold Colorado December until Lupin gave the signal.
Inside Danika sat, deeply engrossed in her thoughts. Boys, and grades, and books, and softball and magic ran through her mind. She took a sip of her tea and turned her attention to the glowing fireplace. She had always been drawn to fire. She loved the way that the flames played off of each other and how it could provide such comfort but be so dangerous at the same time. She lifted her teacup back to her lips, but dropped it at the startling sight of seeing a face in the fire.
The owner of the shop came rushing over to help Danika clean up the mess. She muttered her apologies and by the time she glanced back at the flames, the face was gone. The owner brought her another cup of tea and made sure that the teen was all right. Danika sat back down into the plush chair as the dark haired boy entered the Café.
He scanned the room and walked directly over to the armchair directly in front of the fireplace. He was taken by the soft attractive curves of the girl's face. She looked very shaken, but he thought the way her brows arched at the confusion was intriguing. Her short auburn hair was held back by a stripped headband and she was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and brown hiking boots.
She acknowledged his presence only when he completely blocked her view of the fireplace.
"Can I help yo-," she began to ask. His friendly green eyes looked down at her from behind thick round glasses. His messy black hair fell over his forehead and his clothes clung to his lanky frame.
"Well, actually you can. My name is Harry and I was wondering if I could have a word with you."
"Wh- what did you say your name was?"
"Harry," he lowered his voice. "Harry Potter, and I could really use your help."