Being in London
"Achoo!"
"Shush!" Felan said quietly.
"It's not my fault," Fi sniffed. "I've never been to this part of the forest before, and apparently it's making me sick." she said.
"We've got to get to wherever Harry is, and fast. We've already wasted a day!" Felan said. If a muggle were to come upon the two eleven(ish) year olds, they would think it strange that two such gangly children were walking through the woods with furs, rolled up and strapped to their back, and such primitive clothing. But the kids weren't about to worry about that.
"Over here." Fi said, pointing to the right. "His scent, it's over here." she said.
"Hey, look at this." Felan said, gesturing to a small creature with a red cap. "I've never seen one of these before." he said.
"What is it?" Fi asked.
"I think it's a-" Felan let out a sharp scream as the small creature stabbed him in the ankle with a bone knife.
"Felan!" Fi grabbed his hand and ran, as more little red-capped creatures followed them with malicious smiles. One creature jumped on Felan's shoulder, Felan sneered and grabbed him in his hand, crushing him and letting the crumbled parts fall.
"Hey, they're mushy." Felan said. "Small and strong, but mushy!"
"Just run, Felan." Fi said, "And don't smush any more of those things, they'll just get angry." The two kids ran to the edge of the forest where they saw a hut. Felan knocked on the door, then opened it and they ran in, shutting the door on the creatures.
"Well, what do we have here?" Felan asked.
"A house." Fi said.
"I see that," Felan said. "But who's house?" he asked. Fi climbed onto a stool and looked out of a high window.
"I think those little things are gone." she said.
"Yeah, can't hear 'em anymore. Let's find something to eat and leave." Felan said. Fi nodded and got off of the stool. She cocked her head, "Felan?" she asked.
"What?"
"Do you smell something? Alive?" she asked. Felan sniffed the air.
"Yeah, dog." he said. "And where there is dog," he sniffed the air and saw a dinner plate, "and no owner," he held up a bloody, raw piece of meat, "there is food." Fi squealed and ran to the plate.
"We'd better just take all of this." she said.
"Leave some for Cousin." Felan said. Fi nodded and took two pieces. "Can we still get Harry's scent?" he asked.
"Yep, he was near here recently." Fi said, rolling up the meat and taking a bite out of it. "Come on, we'd better get going." she said.
"Okay," Felan said. They peeked out of the door to see if any of the red-capped creatures were there, than started walking towards the scent.
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As a birthday present, Hagrid had bought Harry a snowy-colored owl. Then he arranged for Harry to have a room in the Leaky Cauldron for a week so he could get aquainted with the place and buy anything else he needed. Harry was currently in his room reading his History of Magic book, bored silly (he figured History of Magic was a very dull subject if all they talked about were goblin riots). He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the business card Dymphna had handed to him.
It read:
Dymphna-Anne Sorensen
Fostern, Psychic Extrodinare
1338 Wicker Avenue, #234,
London, England,
He looked at the address and decided to go look for her house, while he had time to kill anyways. He idly wondered what a psychic was, but didn't spend too much time on the subject as he loaded his pockets with galleons, put on one of the shirts he'd gotten at Madame Malkin (for the Hogwarts uniform) and set out to look for her house with the card. No one quite noticed him as he pushed his way through the pub, and came out on the Mudblood street.
"'Scuse me?" he tried asking an old woman.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Do you know where Wicker Avenue is?" he asked. She thought for a moment.
"Wicker Avenue, I do believe that is right a few blocks up there." she said. Harry thanked her and walked down the sidewalk looking for Wicker Avenue. He finally found a sign that pointed "1300 Wicker Avenue" and he followed it. Down this street there were a variety of different houses and flats, he finally found 1338 and walked into the flat complex looking for her number. He crossed 100s into the 200s and found 234 with almost no trouble. He knocked on the door.
"Wait a second!" came her voice. Dymphna answered the door dressed in a red shirt reading "Princess" and a pair of shorts on. "Harry!" she said. "Come on in, didn't expect you so soon!" she said. He walked into the flat, looking around at the different modern artwork that adorned her walls.
"So I suppose you really are financially secure then?" Harry asked. Dymphna nodded.
"Enough to get me through life, at least." she said. "Take a seat, I'll put some food on." she gestured to a large plushy couch. "So, why the sad face, Harry?" she asked.
"I'm not sad." he said. "Just dead bored."
"Same difference." she said, "You like steak raw or cooked?" she asked.
"I prefer raw, but cooked is fine too." Harry said. "So, you're a Fostern? How's that going for you?"
"Pretty good, I'm on my way to becoming a Theurge, and a damn good one at that. And my psychic thing is really taking off, all sorts of muggles coming in here for love spells and voodoo dolls." she looked up at Harry. "And if I'm not mistaken, you were wearing the exact same pants yesterday, am I right?" she asked. Harry nodded.
"These are the only muggle ones I have." he said. "But I changed the shirt."
"That's good, later I'll take you shopping. You're staying here, what three, four days?" she asked.
"A week." Harry said. "Hagrid said I needed to get aquainted with the wizarding world."
"Hm, I'm about to take you to the mall, would that mess up the whole aquainting thing?" she asked, bringing him out a barely cooked steak. "Try that." she said. Harry took the plate and picked up the steak, he bit into it.
"It's okay." Harry said.
"What, the mall or the steak?" Dymphna asked.
"Both." Harry said. "You have a car?" he asked.
"Seagreen, Toyota Camry, year 1992." Dymphna said. "I got a discount from my friend Camlyn's dad, he owns one of the places you know."
"Hm," Harry said.
"So, once you're finished, we're going off to get you some new clothes. It just seems wrong for you to have to wear those smelly jeans day after day." Dymphna said. "By the way, where's your necklace?" Harry choked on the meat.
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A/N: And next chapter, all of the REST of the stuff I said I was going to do this chapter! Being in London part two next time!
PS: I'm not doing the next chapter until I get at least 15 reviews. Plus, I need a bit of a break. I've been cranking out a chapter a day and it HURTS!!!