Authors Note: Well, I decided to get out this part before tomorrow, but it's a little bit short just for doing so. Even though I already have the next several chapters done. Meh. I had extra time and this doesn't really cue in quite as well if I were to make it additional to the other parts. So, here it is. A day early and a bit of a surprise for anyone reading. Oh, and just a reminder, I don't mean to insult English people so please do not get offended. I'm just showing you things in perspective of Ariana. nods I have nothing against English people. They're actually really cool. 8) So...please take no offense. nods

Disclaimer: I don't own HP characters. Wish that I did on a couple of 'em, but I don't. I own that which is my own. nods

Sometimes Love Can Be Magical

So Egotistical

I had entered into Flourish & Blotts, the book shop. It was filled with a lot of people, or at least many more than the robe shop had been. I looked around to see that most people around my age were on the second floor, and assumed my books were probably up there as well. I went up the stairs and began to look for my books. I don't succeed in finding any of them, so I turn to the nearest person to ask for information on where they might be, not for help, if that's what you're thinking.

"Harry! Hurry up! You're taking longer than a giant does to learn three languages!" a girl with slightly frizzed and curly hair says to the boy I was going to ask. "Meanwhile, Ron and I will be making our purchases." She grabs the hand of a red-headed boy, who begins to whine, complain, insult, and fear her all at once, and drags him down the stairs, paying no mind to what he was saying and lecturing him the whole way down.

I go up behind the boy she called Harry and tap his shoulder. "Excuse me, but would you mind assisting me in my search for these books by telling me where they are located?" Wow. I sounded like some very formal, snotty person.

He turns to me, eying me up and down quickly, almost unnoticeable. "You're not from around here, are you?" He didn't answer my question.

I give him a strange look. "Why do you ask such an apparent thing?"

"Oh no, I meant your accent. It gives it away."

"Oh, well in that case, no, I'm not from around here. I'm from America. Recently transferred."

"Well let me see your list I think I can help." I twinge at the last word as he takes the list from my hands. Okay. Didn't ask for you to get them for me. I asked where they were. Didn't answer my question. Rudely grabbed my list from my hands without my responding to see if that's even what I wanted. What's up with this guy?

He looks at my list and scans it over, then looks back up. "All of these classes are above even most standards of Hogwarts. I didn't even know we had occlumency and legilimency offered. But you have many books here for these classes." He chuckles, "Hermoine would just love to have a deep conversation with you."

"Who?"

"Oh, just a friend of mine. Anyways, that's quite a workload."

"Actually, I have less this year than I have my previous years."

He nods and we set off in search of my books, all the while talking about the lifestyle of the average student. This really gave me the impression that this kid was truly and deeply full of himself. After we have gathered my books and paid for them, he turned to me and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, but you haven't told me your name yet."

I smile. "And just why should I tell you that?"

"Well I do believe I have been of service to you. The least you could do is tell me your name."

I contemplated for a few moment, leaving him with an amusingly hopeful expression. "I suppose. My name is Adriana. What's yours?"

"Harry, Harry Potter." Yeah, definitely full of himself. Trying to pull off some human James Bond thing. Did this kid think I was stupid?

"That's a weird name."

Harry stared blankly at me. "I've never been told that before."

"Well it's the truth."

"Most are glad to even meet me." Aha! Proof he is full of himself!

"You really are full of yourself, you know."

"You don't know who I am?"

"Of course I do. You're Harry Potter. You just told me that. I'm not deaf nor am I dumb. Are you senile or something?"

He sighs. "No, just...Never mind."

"Okay then. " I turn to leave.

"Wait!" He yells, grabbing my attention.

I turn my head and look at him. "What?"

"What house are you in?"

"I don't know. I'm not placed yet," I answer honestly.

"Oh, well, I'll see you around then."

"Yeah, see you around." I turn and we head our separate ways. Next on my list was Pet with a side note saying owls were used for messages between people from the school and outside or just around the school. Great. Now I'm being reduced to having my communication being transferred by giant pigeons? And we go further back in time...

I had been walking around for a while when I happened upon a shop called Magical Menagerie. I walked inside and saw an employee. "Do you sell owls here?" I asked after noticing there were none to be found in the shop.

:"Sometimes there are. Though, we are currently out. Go to Eeylops's Owl Emporium. They sell plenty there."

"Oh, thanks." I leave the shop in search for the shop. You'd think it'd be right by or at least near the pet shop. But noooo, got to complicate things.

An hour had passed and I still had not found the owl shop. I sighed and turned my face to the sky, eyes closed. I reopen them after a slow, deep breath and continue onward, stopping mid-step. I turn to my left to look at what had caught my eye. Florean Fortescues Ice Cream Parlor. I could really go for something right about now, but decided against it and thought to only ask for directions.

"Could you tell me how to get to...to..." I pause for a moment, thinking. Why did they have to have such weird names for things? "I can't remember the name of the shop. I know it sells owls though."

"Oh, you mus' mean ol' Eeylops's Owl Emporium. It's just a bit over tha' way. Can' miss the screeches an' squawks." He points in the direction I was heading in before.

"Oh, okay." I turn to leave, picking up the bags of books I had.

I began to walk away when someone bumped into me, forcing the bags to be dropped from my hands. I looked down at a girl lying on the ground. She stood quickly to her feet and dusted herself off, though there appeared to be nothing on her. She scowled at me with a pug face, making it look all the more disgusting than before. "Well?" She asked as if she expected something.

"Well what?" I asked, clearly expression the fact I didn't know what she was talking about on my face.

"Don't you have something to say?" She asks as if she were royalty of some sort.

"Oh, yeah. I suppose I do. Watch where you're walking, Bitch," I said calmly with a slightly angered, but for the most part, blank expression.

She looked disbelieving at me for a split second before taking a half step towards me. "What did you just say?"

I spoke up, slightly louder. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know you were hard of hearing. I said WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING BITCH!" This got me a looks from several people and a few stifled laughs, in addition to an outraged ugly girl.

"I'm telling my Drakie-poo on you, you little-"

"I wouldn't finish that if I were you. I mean I can already tell you are an ugly girl on the outside," I begin in a detestable tone, but then turn it to something that sounds rather sweet, "but that doesn't mean you can't be pretty inwardly. And if that area is already tarnished, it can't possibly be worse than what I see. If you wish to continue your pathetic insult with possible, and most probable said threat to go along with that, then go right ahead, but it would only go to show your lack of originality and use of very common cliches. Also, if you threaten me and are actually so unintelligent to follow through with it, then I will be defending myself when I ruin your face even more - if that's even possible." I tilt my head slightly and give her one of those smiles you would give someone for sympathy. A fake smile. At this she simply stormed off, infuriated. English people are so emotional and full of them selves it's rather amusing...

I hoped you liked. We're still in the process of building because a lot that takes place here sets the grand stage, but it does get better. In due time, in due time. I will be posting the next path in this journey tomorrow, so don't worry. It will be posted just as I had said. Until then, review. I do post longer and more often when I just hear from people. I really do.