Diagon Alley... continued

After they received their wands, they were excited at curious. Their parents didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, Faith would have said that they were in denial of the wand ingredients, and had rationalized it.

Buffy had one of her 'what-the-hell-am-I-talking-about-and-what-do-I-mean' thoughts. Her thought was, 'Just like Sunnyhell, good old' Boca-del-inferno.' They were both puzzled over the thoughts, but let them go into the storage room in their heads. They'd settle that later.

Next, they went to one of the book shops. They got a lot of books that looked interesting to them. Carl and Ame barely glanced at them, knowing how their daughters liked to read things that would probably never be needed.

They shrugged though, and bought the thirty three books of magic, magic history, and other assembled books that Buffy and Faith had acquired from the shelves. They were rich and had plenty of money.

Next, they went to the store with things like candy and tricks. But to the twins, the tricks and fool stuff wasn't very interesting. They saw things though. They were already into things like tricks, and were already planning what to do at the school.

They bought a lot of things there, and only a few things for their 'secret supplies.'

Now their parents wanted them to get a pet or familiar to deliver any letters they might want to in the future.

When they got to the shop though, none of the animals were particularly interesting to them though. They told their parents so, and were about to leave when they felt a pull towards the counter. The pet store owner was pushing a broom at a beautiful flaming golden/red bird.

It was a phoenix.

Both girls gasped. They were standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.

When the phoenix saw them, she flew over and landed a little on one of each of the girls' shoulders.

They looked at each other, and then at the shop owner, and asked in unison, "How much?!"

The guy scowled. He wasn't very friendly. He answered a really high price. Someone, a woman, heard him though and scowled back.

"Oh shut up!" It was a red headed woman that looked nice. "The bird is not one of your caged animals." She turned towards the girls. "I saw the bird fly in here on her own free will. She pestered the owner and he has been trying to get rid of her since earlier today. Take her. He's yours. Besides, you can't just sell a phoenix to whoever you want to. They choose their companion... or in this case, companions." She nodded satisfied as she finished her explanation. The manager was shooting her glares. He could have made a lot of money off of selling the bird.

She humphed when she was done speaking.

Buffy and Faith involuntarily ran to her and both gave her a hug. She blushed and smiled down at them. "What are your names?"

"Faith." "Buffy." They said in unison. But she was able to pick them apart.

"Love the names. I'm Molly Weasley." They shook hands. "Are you American?" she asked, noticing the accents.

They shook their heads, and faith explained. "No ma'am. For some reason, me and B never got the English talk. We got this accent, and it hasn't changed."

-[ For some reason, Buffy and Faith had always had the American accent, and don't know why. But just keep it that way. It's one of the things that carried over into this life, like some of their memories, and feelings, and actions. Got it? ]-

'Yeah, we're not Giles-es in tweed.' Buffy and Faith thought together through their link.

Both of them were confused as to where the thought came from, but mentally shrugged it off.

"It was nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley." They said in unison. They did that a lot when talking to other people. She smiled and nodded. And the Winters family turned, and left the shop with the phoenix between them.

They smiled to each other. And nodded with the first name that came to them. The phoenix nodded, liking the name as well.

"You can hang on to Griffin for a while first sis." Buffy said.

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If you didn't get that, the name of the phoenix is 'Griffin'. It thought it was a brilliant idea.

And no way am I English. Born and raised in Phoenix Arizona thank-you-very-much!