Author's Note:

Who's H.W. and A.G.? I'll tell you later. :P Thanks for reading! Knowing someone likes my work helps me deal with writer's block. I'll try to make my characters believable and un-Mary Sue –like (especially my lead character). Feel free to give some pointers or anything that could help improve this! Fangz, I mean "Thanks", harhar.

Chapter 9: Anything you want

"Psst. Psst. Wake up, wake up…"

I half-opened my eyes and groaned.

"Huh? What? Dude, I was sleeping…" I whined.

"It is time for get up, miss. You are to have breakfast with very important visitors. You are to meet them in the Entrance Hall. And here are some clothes," a high, timid squeaky voice said to me.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My eyes slowly came to focus and found an elf sitting at my feet. Not the gorgeous Middle-Earth kind but he was a sight to behold none the less. He was looking at me with his saucer-like eyes and then jumped off the bed. He held up some clothes that resembled the outfit I wore the other day. But this time it was a butter yellow cardigan, a white shirt with a round, lace-edged collar, a brown pleated skirt and brown, white knee socks with pale yellow stripes, and brown leather shoes. I figured this was another version of the girls' proposed Hogwarts uniform. I took this from the elf, which was named Plucky, and thanked him. I showered and got dressed. I still wore my Rasta beads with the outfit. I brushed my teeth with the extra toothbrush (it was new) I found in the medicine cabinet. Quickly I ran to the Entrance Hall.

As I ran, I felt a violent rumbling in my stomach. Yesterday's chocolate cake had been but a memory and I was ready for a huge breakfast. People turned their heads as I ran past. I saw Ron who waved and I waved at him back. I smiled at Hermione who did her best to smile back did so nervously. Harry, with whom I wasn't acquainted yet, gave me a nod. I snapped my fingers and made my "right-back-at-ya" sign. He laughed and looked confused at the same time. I said, "Gotta go!" and sprinted towards Dumbledore.

Standing next to Dumbledore was three men and a woman. They all looked at me inquisitively and I felt like a freak show again.

"We shall eat in one of the board rooms," Dumbledore said and motioned for us to follow. We walked to an ornate looking door. It had woodcuts of lions, snakes, badgers and eagles. It was stained a dark reddish brown and was worn on some places. It looked very majestic and formal. I never read anything about this room, so it must be closed to students. Dumbledore opened it and I saw a room with a long table in the middle. The chairs were high and looked very old. Candelabras were attached to the walls and a large chandelier hung over the table. Dumbledore sat on the head of the table and we sat near him.

"Ms. Enicola, these kind people are also interested sponsors. This is Mr. Dunhill Wyatt, Mr. Mellovian Ellowsbee, Mr. Terrence Guillard and Ms. Helena Rowley."

"Very pleased to meet you, young lady," Mr. Wyatt wheezed and shook my hand. He was sitting on the place beside me. Mr. Wyatt was an old man with a rather large bony nose. His dull grey eyes eyes seemed placed too close together. His clothes were probably older than he was and it showed. He smelled a bit like an old closet. But he seemed nice so I shook his hand. I then turned to the man sitting across me.

"Yes, very nice… very nice," Mr. Ellowsbee smiled. I couldn't help but notice he had fantastic teeth. His dark blue eyes glittered naughtily and he held my hand longer than he should have. He looked about 28 and he was hot. I blushed and muttered "Nice…yeah." His dark hair had an almost blue sheen when the light hit it. Too old, but, wow. I stood up and leaned over to shake the hand of the man next to Mr. Ellowsbee.

"I am delighted to meet your acquaintance, young lady," Mr. Guillard said politely. He had white hair that was slicked back and he looked very distinguished. He wore an old fashioned grey suit under his robes and looked like a gracefully aged version of Cary Grant. His light blue eyes flickered with some sort of curiosity. His grip was warm and strong. "Likewise," I replied. I then turned to the woman beside Mr. Wyatt.

"It is very nice meeting you, dahling," Ms. Rowley purred. She was very beautiful and sexy in a haughty, old fashioned way. Her white blonde tresses fell down her back and looked bright against her dark blue robes. Her silvery green eyes were lazily half-opened and her red mouth curled into a smile. I shook her hand lightly which felt cold. Her hand looked frail and I thought that I might break it. "Same here," I nodded. She slunk back to her seat and looked over at every one.

"Now, let us eat!" Dumbledore said and clapped his hands. A breakfast feast appeared before us and my tummy rumbled at the sight of it. I took bacon, eggs and a piece of toast. As I ate, I would look up from time to time at the people around me. Proffy Dumbles had a little bit of everything. Mr. Wyatt ate his poached eggs and toast in such a way that I felt deserved a Good Manners Award. Mr. Ellowsbee pushed his ham around in his plate and yawned a lot. Mr. Guillard sat up straight and just drank his pumpkin juice. Ms. Rowley would take a bite off a pear and then check her nails. She must've lost her patience and said, "Dumbledore dahling, she is such a lovely child. I would love to help her as much as I could. Tell me, how much do you need?"

Dumbledore put down his knife and fork, took out rolls of parchment and handed one to every adult. Ms. Rowley looked it over and smiled.

"That could be arranged."

Mr. Wyatt rubbed his chin and said, "All right."

Mr. Guillard put down his parchment and nodded.

Mr. Ellowsbee leaned over and smiled his fantastic smile.

"Anything you want."