Becca's POV
Sure I had always been a trifle bit sick of my sister's stance towards men, it just felt like she didn't put her self out enough. It was like she felt at though if her heart was broken twice, then it was all up to some moronic guy to try and guess what she wanted from him. That never leads out well, seeing as guys tend to be a bit dense. Her surrogate sister always meant well, but she sometimes missed the picture entirely, especially when she tried flirting with someone who was in love with her friend. I always felt bad for her, seeing as I was thousands of miles away from her at the time and it was near impossible for me to comfort her those days. She couldn't write, nor could she enjoy things going around her.
Krystle looked at me, shattering my thoughts, like she did that mirror. "Did you hear that?" She asked, looking around. We'd been so worked up in our fight that we didn't really realize that we were not in our flat anymore. I doubted that we were even in Florida, nonetheless even our decade.
We seemed to be in a grubby alley, not exactly the best place to have a fight, it looked as though the sun was setting and our world was quickly darkening. "Let's get out of this alley" I said quickly, helping her up to her feet and stumbling to the end of the alley.
The sight that met us had us stumbling around drunkenly, laughing our heads off. We seemed to be right in the middle of Diagon Alley. Though this was not the Diagon Alley that we'd read about in the series. This one was dark and desolate; it almost looked as though we were in Knockturn Alley, rather than the upbeat Diagon Alley.
The witches and wizards seemed to be filing past, barely talking to anyone. It looked as though they were all heading to a funeral for someone. My heart seemed to plummet to the ground as I realized that people had gotten word that Dumbledore had been killed. I was suddenly in the mindset of the last few pages of the sixth book, the one that I read bleary eyed, in twenty-four hours. Knowing that it was fiction made me feel better, even though I was unnerved by the thought of Dumbledore's passing, being in the middle of it made me want to be sick.
I noticed that all the witches and wizards were all wearing some article of black in their wizard clothing, an armband there, a hat with a raven sticking out of it, even wizards had their ways of mourning. Then this of course took me back a few years at the passing of one of my good friends from a heart malfunction. I shivered.
Krystle came up beside me and put her arm around me, even though she was my younger sister, she was still a bit taller than me. I was glad we wouldn't be alone this time; I knew this would be different than our last adventure. Hopefully we'd get some meaning out of it.
Noticing two owls flying towards us, we tried to duck out of the way. Yet the owls, unhindered, flew right to us, dropping two heavy bits of parchments into our outstretched hands.
Opening my letter I was astonished to see that a wand had appeared and the letter stated that I was to report to 17 Horloge Avenue, there was going to be a joining of the Order. I gazed up in wonder at Krystle, who looked as though her mouth had become unhinged. "I'm going to assume that you got the same exact letter that I did, right?"