I landed sitting upright in the mouth of a marble fireplace, and I winced in pain when a certain bag fell on top of my head.
That's not the same one I threw into the fireplace was it?
I shook off the thought and stood up, trying to brush off the shoot that attached itself to my ass.
Never… And I mean NEVER, wear white Capri's while flooing…
Mentally rolling my eyes at my own stupidity, I muttered a spell and my luggage magically floated behind me. I hadn't even noticed the tall woman standing in the doorway to my left.
"Ehem." She coughed, causing me to finally take notice. All the bags behind me dropped. She was gorgeous! Long blonde hair that flowed to her waist, piercing blue eyes hidden behind thick lashes, tall, curvaceous, young.. There's no way in hell she's Aunt Violetta.
"Uh-Hi. Aunt Violetta?" I asked, still somewhat shocked. She curtly nodded and smiled.
Perfectly straight, white teeth… how did I NOT see that coming?
"Yes, that is me. But please, call me Vi… Aunt Violetta makes me sound so… old." I laughed lightly and walked over to my Aunt.
"And you must be Abigail, if I am not mistaken. I haven't seen you since you were a babe, but I could never forget eyes like yours." I slightly blushed and smiled up at her.
"Yeah, I'm Abigail. Madison should be here any second." And within nano-seconds, Madison appeared, along with her bags. She, however, landed more gracefully then I had. She was standing upright, and all her things were at her feet. I glowered at her, but she didn't notice.
I jumped at the sound of a hand clap, and spun around to listen to the talker.
"Wonderful. Now that you both are here, I must show you to your rooms. I do hope you like them, if not, I can have a designer here within 24 hours to redo it." We both grinned and nodded, then levitated our bags.
Oh, I could get used to this…
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
"I want these two ladies dressed in the best robes money can buy! School and dress!" Aunt Vi told the seamstress, who was quickly scurrying into the back room to find the right material she had asked for.
Both Madison and I were standing on round platforms in front of two full length mirrors, in a fairly large dress and robes store. It was finally supply shopping day and Madie and I were having the time of our lives. Not only did London have designer stores on every corner, but the entire city seemed to be filled with hot guys with accents. To say the least, we were in Heaven.
"Vi, I think I'm going to go get something else on my list while Madison gets her robes. I'll be back in 30, alright?" I asked, hopping down off of the platform. She quickly nodded and handed me a bag of Galleons.
"Don't be late, dear." I smiled and walked briskly out onto the crowded streets of Diagon Ally.
Hm, what to get next… Ah! I know!
I pushed my way through the sea of people and found myself standing in front of a quaint little shop entitled, "Writer's Paradise". I grinned ear to ear as I pushed open the door and heard the little ring of a bell. My eyes wondered over the rows upon rows of notebooks, parchment, quills, paper, sketchbooks, sketching pencils, books… This really was a paradise!
I hastily started to fill my arms with everything in reach.
Oh, I need this.. And this… Oh and I can never have enough of these… Oh my god! I didn't know they had this in blue! I should get 1..2..3..4.. Maybe I should sto- OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS BOOK!
This continued on for another 25 minutes, but I reluctantly stopped when I realized what time it was.
Well, I think I pretty much bought everything in this store… Wait! I didn't see that!
I dropped a sketch pad onto the overflowing mountain on the cashier's desk, and ran over to the back of the store.
o0o, this looks interesting…
I gently picked up a dark green diary with a wilting blood-red rose embroidered onto the front, and cautiously reached for the key still situated on the shelf. I was about to open it when a voice came up behind me.
"Excuse me, your items need to be bought now or put back." I timidly smiled and walked over to the counter to buy all my things, including the green diary. The scruffy old man sneered at me as I walked away, obviously pissed that I had taken up his counter space.
He should be thanking me… I practically bought his entire stock!
Once outside, I took out the diary and a silver inked quill. I opened it up to the front page and scratched my name in elegant, loopy handwriting.
Abigail Marina McKenzie 3
I grinned in satisfaction and stuffed the quill back into one of the overflowing bags. I closed the diary and was taken aback by what I saw on the front. The rose had changed colours!
It was now snow-white, but the thorns were still blood-red. Odd, I thought. I shrugged off the weird feeling and put it in beside my new notebooks.
Who would guess an expert Quidditch player wrote like mad in her spare time? That reminds me… I'll go there after I check in with Aunt Vi.
I dashed across the bustling street, attempting to make it safely back to "Madame Fabrique". Oh, if only things always worked out the way you wanted…
"OW!" I yelled, being knocked down onto the dirt covered Alley way.
Damn white Capri's!
"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going, you damn prick!" I yelled at the tall figure hovering over me. He wasn't even offering to help or apologizing to me! I sneered at him and fumbled around, trying to pick up everything I dropped.
God Damnit! He made me break my new silver quill! Oh he's so going to pay for that…
I shoved the last notebook into a bag, and picked them all up again. I stood up quickly and shot him a malicious glare.
Oh snap… he's HOT… no, bad girl, Abigail! Bad girl!
"No, you watch where you're going, bitch." He said nastily. My eyes slit thinner and I flipped him off as I walked away.
"Stupid, filthy, good-for-nothing…" I mumbled as I walked into Madame Fabrique's. Madison laughed from her spot on a platform. "Run into someone, Abby? You look very… flustered."
I put on an obvious fake smile and grinned like a Barbie doll. "No! Of course not! Everything is peachy keen, Madison dearest!" She snorted and turned back to face the mirrors.
"You know, these uniforms aren't that back actually. If I just pull this skirt up a bit and undo a couple buttons, this could be really cute!" I sniggered and plopped down in a chair behind her.
"Cute wasn't exactly the word I was looking for… slutty maybe? No no no… easy?" She scoffed and looked over her shoulder.
"You know just as much as I do that you'd do the exact same thing." I shrugged and smirked. "You'll never prove that."
o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o
"Holy shituckymushrooms Abby! You have enough stuff in here to last you a life time!" Madison screeched, finally looking through my bags. It was now my turn to be fitted. Joy…
"Actually, that will probably only last a year, maybe until spring." She screwed up her face at me with disgust. "How in gods name do you write that much! And go through that many quills!" I shrugged, making the seamstress groan in frustration.
"Please girl, stop moving, or I may be libel to poke you with a pin." I grumbled and turned to face the mirror.
"Ha! I can still see you!" I said to Madie's reflection. She stuck out her tongue and continued to look through my bags.
"Ouch!" She squeaked, "Something just bit me!" I rolled my eyes at her.
"There would be quills in there, dopey."
She shook her head. "No, I just tried to pick up that green diary of yours. It felt as if it pricked me!"
I knitted my brows and motioned for her to bring it to me. The lady at my feet sighed in frustration, and I smiled apologetically to her.
"Here," She said, thrusting it into my hands. I felt the entire book, running my slender hands over everything. Nothing.
"Look!" She yelled, holding her hand out in front of my face.
What the… how in gods name did she manage to get that!
I looked back at the green book in my hand and nearly dropped it. The rose had changed colours, again! More of the thorns were covered in deep-red, and the rose itself was now a faint blue.
"What in the world…" I squinted at it closely, but gave up and threw it over my shoulder, landing perfectly on top of the mound of bags. The seamstress glared dangerously up at me, and I immediately turned to face the mirror.
"Sorry…"