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Slytherin Bombshell
Chapter 2: Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions
"Mariana! Lauren! Jovanna!" Anj'la screamed, running forward to hug them. As she did so, the bus gave a loud *BANG* and jumped forward. The four girls and all the armchairs fell back six or so inches.
"Maybe- Maybe we should sit down?" Jovanna suggested.
"Yah."
"Uh-huh."
"Sure." The other three girls agreed, and they all sat down on chairs they pulled into a circle. They then began to talk about their summers.
"My summer was one of the worst- and best," Mariana said firmly. Anj'la shook her head.
"You think YOU had a bad summer? I was grounded for half of it!" she exclaimed.
"What'd you do, girl?" Jovanna asked. Jovanna's parents adored their only daughter, and she hadn't been grounded since she was 7 years old.
"Crashed the car into the garage," Anj'la informed them. Lauren winced.
"That would do it," she agreed.
"Oh, well, I had to spend the summer with my cousins. Matt was at his godmothers, too. Lucky for me, Rose was there. But even so, my cousins are Bonniie and Sammiie." The other girls looked sympathetically at Mariana. Bonniie and Sammiie were 12 year old twin girls, but twice as mischievous as Mariana. They found it amusing to annoy her and try any (and all) new pranks of theirs on her.
"At least they've grown up a little. This year they only pulled half of their pranks on me. I 'got' to help them with the rest." The girls all laughed at this.
"So that's where you got all your big ideas!" Anj'la said. Mariana nodded.
Suddenly the bus gave another loud *BANG* and came to a stop. Everything in the bus slid forward about 11 inches. Stan jumped up.
"First stop, Diagon All-" he started to announce.
"Yah, yah, shut up Stan, we know where we are," Anj'la interrupted.
"You're a nasty little troll booger, Anj'la," Stan teased her.
"Today I'm in a good mood, or else I would have put a Silencing Charm on you and tell you never to speak again!" Anj'la threatened him.
"I bet you would," said Stan under his breath as Anj'la, Lauren, Jovanna and Mariana clambered off the bus with their trunks. There was a loud *BANG* and the large, violet bus was gone.
"Where now, genius?" Lauren asked Anj'la.
"Where are we?" Mariana asked, glancing around.
"We're in Muggle London, and keep your voice down," Anj'la hissed.
"WHY?" Mariana screeched.
"SHUT UP! Just follow me, okay? To get to Diagon Alley, we go through the pub here. The Leaky Cauldron." Anj'la tried to keep calm. She really loved her friends, but as purebloods they had always just Floo'ed to Diagon Alley and never gone through the Leaky Cauldron. Anj'la grabbed her trunk and, to her relief, her friends followed her into the Leaky Cauldron.
When they entered, Lauren looked around curiously.
"Are we allowed to be in here?" she asked softly.
"This is a pub, not a bloody American bar," Anj'la responded, practically yelling. "We're just going to Diagon Alley." No one even looked up.
"Fine, don't talk to us," Jovanna muttered to the other occupants of the pub. Then the bartender looked up.
"You lot going to Diagon Alley?" he asked them. Anj'la nodded shortly.
"Yeah. I know how to get there, Tom," she grinned, cutting him off short. Anj'la began to walk towards a door, pulling her trunk, when she realized that Tom had Wingardium Leviosa'ed it and the other girls' trunks. She turned around to thank him, and realized the other three had not followed her.
"Come on," she snapped at them. "Unless, of course, you want to stay here all day?" Anj'la jerked the door open and they followed her into a dingy courtyard.
"Oooh, I know how to do this part!" Jovanna said proudly. Anj'la shrugged.
"Go on then," Anj'la encouraged. Jovanna tapped the bricks and a doorway opened, so that Lauren, Jovanna, Anj'la and Mariana could pass into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley.
The girls ran down the street, pulling their enchanted trunks behind them, dodging people, until they reached a small inn, with a tall, blue-haired, brown-eyed girl waited patiently.
"ROSE!" Anj'la exclaimed. They each gave her a hug and pulled their trunks up into the two rooms they would be sharing until it was time to go to Hogwarts. Anj'la then examined Rose's blue hair.
"Hmm… I like it better than the lavender," she decided. Rose nodded.
"Me too. But I'm thinking about using this color?" She screwed up her face and her hair changed to a green with silver streaks. Mariana grinned.
"Show some house spirit, Rose! It's gorgeous!" she said. The five settled onto on of the beds, and Mariana described her "Big Plans" which turned out to be:
"Muggle pyrotechnics with different colors and weird smells!" she announced. Jovanna, ever the critical one, looked skeptical.
"Doesn't that mean colored fireworks with odd smells?"
"Nooo- Yes. But it's funner- more fun? - to say Muggle pyrotechnics with different colors and weird smells!" Mariana admitted. The others were still a bit suspicious, but Mariana assured them it would be better in real life.
"Let's go shopping!" Lauren decided. The girls went tearing back down the street, skidding to a stop by Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. They entered and were greeted by a cold, drawling, and definitely unwelcome voice. Draco Malfoy was standing on a stool having his robes fitted.
"Look who it is," he muttered, causing Madame Malkin to turn around.
"I'll be with you in just a minute," she called sweetly. The girls leaned up against a wall.
"What are you guys doing here?" Malfoy asked coldly.
"What do you think we're doing?" Lauren asked sarcastically. "Buying ice cream?"
"We came to ask you a question," Anj'la told him. "How did Prince Ego Trip- that's you- fit his head through the door?"
"Piss off," Malfoy said, turning slightly pink.
"You know," said Jovanna thoughtfully. "He looks like a skinny piggy in a blond wig."
"The resemblance is quite striking," Mariana mused. Her thoughtful attitude was a bit ruined by the smirk on her face.
"OOOH," Lauren said a bit shrilly. "You can see his little mind trying to think up a retort. It looks kind of painful."
"You wouldn't know. It's not like you ever tried to think," said Malfoy fiercely, now almost red.
"Play nice, Malfoy," said Jovanna menacingly, pulling out her wand. "Why don't we wash out your mouth?" Malfoy eyes widened slightly.
"You can't do magic. We're not at school and you're not 17 yet. You'll be expelled."
"You're wrong. I turned 17 yesterday and got my license."
"Well- well- I'm a prefect!" said Draco desperately. Lauren reached into her bag and pulled out her prefect badge.
"In case you forgot, Malfoy, I am, too."
"Anyway, even if Lauren wasn't a prefect, what would you do, Malfoy? Take off house points?" Anj'la asked. This was a bit of a joke; over the last few years, the girls had achieved a record for house points lost.
"No," said Draco frantically. "I'd- I'd put you in detention," he stuttered.
"Whatever," Anj'la replied in an agitated voice. Madame Malkin, who had been amazingly calm during all of this, stood up.
"You're done, Mister Malfoy." Draco jumped down, paid Madame Malkin, and headed to the door. He was at the door when he turned around and said coldly:
"See you at school."
A/N: thanks to Angelsofdragons and Enchantedspirit for reviewing.
Enchantedspirit: Tom Riddle being the only Muggleborn Slytherin is a lie. (okay, so we forgot that little detail!) Anj'la's a Muggleborn too.