"Disclaimer: don't own anything in the Harry Potter world, I'm just borrowing them, k. Anything else, I guess I'll claim them, they need a good home…*
Child of Chronos
Ch1. Home again, Home again, Jiggery Jig.
It was my last 1000 dollars the brought me back to what was my old home. Back where I spent a good portion of my life. Now I'm back, basically just to get some more money from my bank account, because you see I'm broke. I hadn't had to come back in many years. I've missed this place, but like so many times before, I had to leave it.
I sat there on the airplane making it across the Atlantic, basically dosing off listing to music on my laptop computer. To the rest of the world, I was a normal 20 yr old woman, sitting crossed legged with a mid-thigh high kaki skirt, low cut pink top, my dark brown highlighted hair slightly in my face covering my almond shaped eyes and my sandaled foot swaying to the beat of the music. But in the world that was my mind, I was much, much different. The middle aged man that was sitting next to me couldn't take his eyes of my thighs, and I couldn't tell if it was me or the altitude causing the slight bulge in his pants, not that I minded it *slight smile*, but I was tired. Like always.
"Excuse me, Miss?" he tapped my shoulder.
"Hmmm….Yes?" I said in my American accent I had acquired, taking off my earphones and turning my head.
"Ah noticed you had earphones on. The captain just announced that we'd be landing shortly," He said in a British accent.
"Thanks," was all I said and he gave a smile, a little on the pervy side, but a smile none the less. His accent was warm and reassuring and made me feel at home, like some people would say, 'The smell of Grandma's home made apple pie'.
Waiting for my luggage, was a nightmare, hundreds of people moving about, bumping into people and the Londoners aren't exactly the most courteous people in the world, or at least the ones that bumped into me.
I went to exchange my money, another huge line. He looked at my passport; I recently got from the Federal Bureau of Magic (FBM).
"Mary Madison, correct," he said looking at the picture and then at me. I was very photogenic, he obviously liked it, my photo smiling, still like normal pictures.
"Yup," I said, smiling at the cute, dark haired, young man that was the attendant.
"So here on University Holiday?" he asked me, doing some computer work so I could leave.
"Yup, sure, just on vacation, gonna catch the sites, get out of the states for a while," I lied, well half true, I guess.
"Hey, if you need a tour guide, call me," he whispered so his fellow co-workers wouldn't hear, wrote his name and number on the back of the paper stub, and smiled again.
"Yeah, well," looking at his name and number, "Eric, I'll be sure to call on you," saying in a hushed tone. "Bye."
"Bye," he said and I walked away. Yeah right I was going to call him, I wonder how many other women he's done that too, I bet, with my luck, I be lying in the dirty alley way, raped, beaten, and almost dead. Passing a trash bin, I dropped the paper in.
Finally after what seemed like hours, which was more actually minutes, I managed to finally catch a taxi, with a little help from my raised skirt and low-cut blouse. Then arriving at the luxurious Sheraton Park Tower Hotel, I paid the room on my last remaining credit card that was not maxed out. I know I shouldn't go all out to say in one of the best 5 star hotels in London, but who cares. I finally made it to my suite, which was difficult because I was very tired, jet lag I guess.
'I think I'll worry about Diagon Alley tomorrow,' I thought sinking into the feather down, king-size bed, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Thanx for reading, please review, even I you don't want to just put something down so I can know I anyone reads this. It gets lonely being the only person reading the story. I know it's a bit slow, bare with me please. The next chapter will be up in a second. Byeeee.
~Aurora Angel~