Harry was the first to speak. "How did you do that? The thing with the box I mean."
Wren bit her lip. Her friends looked at her, worried "Wren? Do you want me to tell them? I will." Monica's voice was worried.
Star put her hand on Wren's, as Wren's long tapered fingers closed in a tight fist. She bit on her lip, drew a shaky breath and began to explain. "My father was an Elemental" Hermione gasped "he fell in love with a fire nymph and, when the sodding bastard found out she was pregnant with me, he ditched her for some enchantress he met at a wizarding strip joint. She died when I was five; she froze to death looking for a place for us to live." Tears were running down her face. Monica and Star reached out to hug their friend. "I'm fine. Let me-here-let me show you what I made"
"These glasses allow the wearer to see through a maximum of five layers of whatever. You just have to ask them. No you boys can't try them on" wren smiled mischievously.
Harry's jaw dropped in indignation. Ron sputtered" we weren't going to ask-why would..."
"I was just kidding! Anyway, these pencils are the last of Zonko's Live-Action pencils; basically any thing you draw comes to live. I've modified them so whatever you make lasts 24 hours. I don't recommend drawing food; you get horrible stomach pangs, and last, but certainly not least" she held up a book with a flourish "this book, disguised as a diary, allows the writer to write notes back and forth with another person, no matter the distance. And it also works as something to store stuff in," she flipped to a page, "See?"
"You get into a lot of trouble that way.... I told you to put them away you might get them confiscated" Monica whispered underneath the quarrel of who would get to use the spectacles first.
"I agree," said Hermione " there are lots of people who would love to get you in trouble."
"But there is always someway we can get out of it" Monica stated after a moment of staring at Harry "you see...all of us have our own... gifts." Ron gave a vacant stare at Monica. "Not just ordinary gifts such as being a witch, but other things like speaking to animals" she paused for a second and looked to see if anyone would find that suspicious.
Harry fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat and then took a deep interest of the pattern of the carpeting. "All of us have one thing in common.... we have some of the rarest gifts that any witch or wizard could have." said star, her brown curly hair seemed to glow in the light of the sun, " that's why they're sending us to Hogwarts...you see Dumbledore knows things other wizards don't."
"You got that right," said Harry unsurprised. There was a moment of silence when Harry ceased talking. Minds began to race and eyes began to wander. Harry looked at the sad expression Monica wore...he wasn't sure why it made him want to cry too.
Ron threw short, constant glances at Wren ...she was beautiful. Could she have been part veela? Laelai tossed her hair and gazed out into the forest. For a split second it caught the attention of Harry and Ron. Star dozed off as her head slid down it was caught by Ron's shoulder. Ron tore his glance from Laelai and was now focused on Star who was now snoring loudly but still as beautiful as ever. Ron was at a silent ecstasy...he had four beautiful girls to stare at.