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Chapter 13
Harry tensed, "A Veela?"
It was easy for that thought to flit through Harry's mind as she subtly scanned the woman before her whom, she'd even go as far to say, looked nothing less of an Angel.
She was 5'5" at the most, with alabaster skin, long golden curls and was dressed impeccably in designer clothing.
Harry vaguely wondered how she had managed to drive in such high heels.
Merlin! She wished for such a prowess that the Muggle woman before here had no doubt refined.
That is, if 'Muggle' was the right word to describe the woman before her.
'Dangerous' seemed to be a more fitting word at the moment.
Harry forced herself to relax, creating an almost nonchalant air about her.
"How may I help you?" she asked cordially, deciding to ignore the other's grand entry into her garage (for the time being).
The blonde shifted her head a bit as she made a show of giving Harry a once-over, though not in a dismissive sort of way.
"You can't," was the blunt reply.
Harry didn't take offence but instead wondered why those two words had sounded so…layered.
Harry nodded and waited for the blonde to speak once more, assuming that the blonde was the type to speak her mind when she was ready.
"I just came to see what this place was like," was the response as gold-black eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area.
Understanding flitted through Harry's mind. "You must be a member of the new Family that moved into Forks."
Harry watched as the woman's visage seemed to sharpen, her eyes focusing intently on Harry.
"You've heard of us?"
Harry waved her hand noncommittally. "Only that the Patriarch of the Family is an invaluable asset to Forks. Chief Swan speaks highly of him."
That was only true in part. Harry knew much more than she admitted. She couldn't be caught entirely unawares and town-gossip, though to be taken with a grain of salt, proved to be an excellent source of information.
When the blonde made no attempt to reply and instead seemed to be assessing Harry all over again, the ebony haired girl decided to start up the conversation yet again.
"I'm Hadrian Potter, but you may call me Harry."
Besides, she needed to catalogue the possible Veela, as she'd done with all the townspeople she'd come in contact with thus far.
Harry offered her hand.
"A pleasure."
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.
.
At least she hoped it would be.
Word count: 410
A/N: I'll try to make future drabble lengths fall somewhere between 300-500 words. I hope I didn't disappoint with the initial meeting between Harry and Rosalie. More will be revealed in the next drabble though.
Anyway, according to the Rosalie Character page of the Twilight wiki, Rose likes/has a hobby of 'enhancing cars and doing anything mechanical'. And Harry is a 22 year old, female mechanic. That sounds like a good enough place to start a friendship. Just keep that in mind for the coming drabbles.
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