Chapter9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah looked around, her eyes widened in wonder.
"This is your idea of a pet shop?" she said
She was surrounded by owls of different shapes, colours and sizes in cages hanging from the ceiling. On the shelves were cats and kittens, along with mice, rats, turtles and reptiles. On the floor were the strangest things she had ever seen. Creatures that she had never seen or heard of before, like cats covered in scales, and frogs with wings.
Sarah's eyes were drawn to a strange… thing that appeared to be sniffing the ground. She walked over to it, and saw that it was a kind of hound dog, with graceful wings.
"What in the world…" She said, reaching out to it.
"That's a Fleagle!" Hermione cried. "I've never seen one before!"
It looked like a beagle puppy, a black back, ginger head and white stomach and paws. Its wings were black; it's ears long and soft, reaching just below his jaw line. It stretched out to her, its black nose wet and cold, its tail wagging excitedly.
"It's adorable!" Ginny cried, running over to cuddle it.
"It's freakish, that's what it is." Ron said.
"I think it's the funniest thing I've ever seen." Sarah said.
"Yeah, hilarious" Ron replied
"How much?" She asked. She waved at the shopkeeper, a short, stout man who came scurrying over.
"How much is this…"
"The Fleagle, ma'am?" He asked in a surprisingly deep voice.
"What is it?" Harry asked
"It is a beagle, which flies, basically" He replied.
"Well obviously." Sarah said.
"How big does it get?" Fred asked
"Can you give us a two for the price of one discount?" George continued.
"It stays the same size; it stays at the puppy age. It can become better behaved though. No, I can't give you two for the price of one, we only have one. Its characteristics are extremely, but it will put its nose down and follow it, and it will do almost anything for food." He replied. "28 Galleons."
"Oh…" Sarah said, reaching for her bag from Karen. There were barely ten coins left in there. She sighed. "I guess not then…"
"What about your bag from that weird old dude?" Ron asked
"He isn't a 'weird dude' Ronald, he's a King…" Hermione replied, glaring at him.
"And he isn't that old." Sarah said, almost angrily. Everyone stared at her. "What? Well, he isn't old!" She said.
The twins giggled.
"Sarah likes the old guy!" Fred said. George joined in the next time. So did Ginny. Ron joined next, but only for a couple of times, because he realised that Sarah wasn't happy.
"Please, stop it! Really, you are so immature." Hermione said.
"But that was a good idea" Sarah said, reaching for the bag from the Goblin King.
"It was my idea." Ron said.
"Shut up Ron." Harry said. Ron frowned and began to sulk
Sarah looked into the much heavier blue velvet bag. There was a lot more coins than she needed.
"I'll take one!" She said, smiling.
"This is a male one, are you sure you want it?" The man asked.
"Will it carry mail?" Hermione replied.
"It will." He said, "Just be careful of your breakfast when he comes in" The shopkeeper chuckled
"Then I'll take it" Sarah said, and began counting out coins.
Ten minutes later the group left the pet shop and began heading back to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Well, this has certainly been a most eventful day." Sarah said, strolling along holding her Puppy's new leash.
"Hey, what are you going to call your Fleagle?" Fred said.
"Fred?" George said
"Yeah George?" Fred replied
"No, I mean, she should call it Fred" George said.
"Thanks… I think…" Fred said uneasily.
"No, she probably wants to give it a nice name, like Ron." Ron said
"Eww, why would she name a gorgeous little puppy after such an ugly human being?" Ginny said airily.
"I'm thinking something from a book I once read. It was really good… the guy in it was totally hot and dreamy…" Sarah said, thinking.
"I bet his named had 3 letters," Ron said. "And started with R, right?"
"Wrong dingus." Sarah said. "This little Fleagle shall henceforth be known as…" She knelt and pretended to knight him
"Sir Numair!"
The others looked at her, their heads tilted questionably.
"Come here little Numy!" Sarah said, opening her arms. Numy bounded over to her, tail wagging, tongue flapping, jumping into her lap and licking her face. Sarah laughed and picked him up.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked, yawning. "I'm dead tired and hungry too. And I bet little Numy here is hungry as well, ain't that right Numikins?"
They laughed, Sarah put Numair back on the ground and stood up, and they continued back to the Leaky Cauldron.
UNDERGOUNDUNDERGROUNDUNDERGROUND!!!!!!
The King of the Goblins stared into the crystal ball that he held in his hand.
"Is it really her?" He wondered aloud. "Is she the one? The one my parents chose for me? But surely… My father is too proud to choose a mere mortal to take his place…"
"But what if she is more than that?" A voice asked. Jareth looked up and saw a man dressed in robes, with long white hair and a long white beard.
"Oh, it's you." He said, turning himself so that his legs hung over one side of the chair, his back against the other. "What do you want, old man?"
"Why, Jareth, I am younger than you!" Dumbledore said.
"Only by your standards. I, however, will never look as old as you do." He replied, still looking into the crystal.
"That ball is much like our Mirror of Erised. It will show you your dreams, but nothing more." He said, contemplatively.
"Wrong!" The blonde said. "This is a scrying ball! Get it right, Dumblykins. See, if I say… Dumblydore, it will show you!" He turned it to show the old wizard he was right
But he was wrong.
Sarah's image was still in the crystal ball, watching excitedly as Remus opened the wall to get back into the Leaky Cauldron.
Dumbledore's eye twinkled.
"I have a proposition." He said. "I can give you access to what is in that crystal ball."
"What? But why would I want access to you… Oh damn, it's still her, isn't it? Man, I need to practise my scrying skills…" He trailed off
"How would you, like to become a teacher at my school?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, I suppose we could set the children's heads on fire… turn a few troublemakers into goblins… maybe even put a few into Oubliettes. Sure, why not?" Jareth said.
'Excellent, I have a contract here, if you'll just sing it…" He handed Jareth a quill. The Goblin King signed it with a large flourish and many large swirls. By the time he had finished, he had covered nearly half the page with his 'signature'.
"Farewell my friend!" Dumbledore said. "Hope you aren't in too much pain!"
"Now why on earth would he say that?" Jareth said. It was then that he noticed the wine bottles next to the chair he had been sitting on earlier, and began to giggle. That was why.
SEVENHOURSLATERSEVENHOURSLATERSEVENHOURLATER
Well… Seven Underground hours later…
The goblin king sat up slowly, clutching his head. He was lying upside down in his chair, a strange, thick, pile of papers in his hand. He looked at it, screamed and threw it away.
"God damn you Dumblepots!" He tried to walk away, but stumbled, tripping over one of many wine bottles.
"How much did drink last before that old wizard came over?"
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Teeheehee, I was laughing so hard as I wrote the end of this chapter… but I don't know if anyone else will find it funny…
Hehe, I wanna see him drunk again!
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Tata now, don't sign any contracts whilst drunk!