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Chapter 12
It had been a loaded day for Harry and as she moved to set her shop in order before finally shutting down for the day, the young witch mused on how efficient – if she did say so herself – she was in the capacity of a mechanic.
She blamed her Godfather for her fostering an interest in Muggle vehicles. He had been the closest thing to a father she had ever had. She had wanted to learn everything about her Godfather, anything to be closer to him. That led her to learning about Motorcycles and eventually vehicles in general. She had kept abreast with the latest models, if only to remind herself of him.
Opening a Mechanic shop was the most appealing course of action.
With that said, she didn't have a clue as to how to fix them, at least, not with Muggle knowledge and Muggle technology.
But that was what Charms were for. And Harry thanked Merlin that she had had the sense to keep up-to-date with Charms as well. She even had the latest in Charms Literature – 'Achievements in Charming' and 'The Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry'.
Although, she'd have to hire some part-time workers soon.
Surprisingly enough, her shop was the only 'official' auto-place around. And though she could manage by herself, she had to keep up appearances.
She got enough scrutiny from just being a 22 year-old female mechanic.
Harry moved to the garage door and after fiddling with the control panel to close it, heard the loud thrum of an engine (possibly a V6 engine), sounding as if it were heading towards her.
Harry didn't attempt to stop the door from descending (which it did slowly and she really needed to fix that) and watched in fascination as a red, two door convertible – a Mercedes CLK350 Convertible (expensive taste) – literally spun into her garage, missing the garage door by mere inches, only to stop a few feet from away from her.
Harry looked on with slightly raised brows as an ethereal, blonde haired beauty eventually got out of the car with an obscene amount of grace.
Unwavering gold-brown irises met openly curious emerald ones.
Huh, and here Harry had thought that her day had been over.
Word Count: 372
A/N: And there we have it - my logical (I hope) explanation as to why Harry would open a Mechanics shop and a taste of what is to come in the next drabble.
I would also like to state that I don't know a single thing about cars or motorcycles or mechanics, so please pardon any errors or awkward wordings/phrases. I'll do my best to minimize these as much as possible. I'd still like to know your opinion about Harry being an animagus, though.
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