Since I didn't get a single review, I might as well put up the next chapter... might get more feedback. Here it is...Also, I totally forgot to put a disclaimer
I do not own anything previously created by J.K. Rowling... characters, situations, places etc... Love *Fadingfast927*
I stepped away from the terminal absolutely mortified. My Grandmother was of course attempting to dress muggle…and failing…. Even though I wasn't as superficial as my mother, I still can appreciate a well dressed person. My grandmother was wearing a leopard print pencil skirt, a blue/green calico print blouse, pink kitten heels, and a bright Kelly green hat with an enormous peacock feather sticking out the top. I stopped in my tracks and almost dropped my luggage. She jogged up to me in her heels and threw her arms around my neck.
"Oh darling, you look fabulous! I tried, and I hope I do look alright…Well silly me, let's give Fergus your bags and get to the car." She said still latched onto me motioning to the hoity-toity-looking grey-haired butler.
"Yes silly you." I answered trying not to run out of Heathrow. I loved my grandmother, but she probably would've looked less conspicuous if she had been in wizard's robes. She could have come up with a costume party excuse or something. Oh well, she had already flaunted herself all around the airport, how much more damage can ensue? We came out from under the awning into the ever-present late summer rain of Great Britain. It was a torrid downpour…I hope that's good luck, and not a bad omen…
We piled into a ministry car and drove off in to the rain and traffic. London was gorgeous, noisy, and partially insane. I loved it. High fashion, gorgeous castles, modern buildings, and amazing music helped to fuel the fascination and intrigue with this crazy city.
What was here though, got totally pissed on by Wizard London. The gorgeous shops, charms, mystical animals, brooms, gorgeous robes, and ancient books…. I couldn't wait to see it again.
We arrived in front of a gorgeous manor on the outskirts of London. To a muggle, it was a pile of rubble of what was once a magnificent castle. I sighed as I removed myself from the vehicle. I grabbed my luggage and opened the beautifully ornate gate.
2 days later
I was loving my stay at my grandmother's. She, an old widow, lived alone in this huge manor. I was offered an entire floor to myself, which of course I refused. Too big, too lonely. I settled into a simple room on the first floor overlooking the garden.
My grandmother wasn't feeling to well, and sent to Diagon Alley by myself. She said that I was old enough, and should get my things myself. The thing was, I had no idea where to begin.
I went in the drawing room, in front of the huge, ornate fireplace and grabbed some floo powder… This should be interesting.
The next thing I knew, I was standing in The Leaky Calderon covered in soot looking at the strange crowd. Goblins, hags, average wizards and beautiful witches. I smiled. I loved this place…
I walked down the narrow streets of Wizard London wondering where I was going next. I looked up high at the seemingly never-ending sardine-squished buildings, and soon found myself on the ground in a rather embarrassing situation…
"Oh I'm sooo sorry. I really wasn't paying attention." A tall freckled face ginger kid apologized.
We were lying in a heap of arms and legs, not really understanding whose limbs belonged to whom.
"No, it was my fault. I'm sorry." I said regaining composure and standing up.
I looked at who was around me, and saw someone who'd I'd admired since I found out I was a witch. Harry Potter was in my company, and I was acting like a complete fool. I straightened out my jacket and grabbed my handbag off the ground. The ginger kid stuck out his hand.
"I'm Ron. Ron Weasele." He smiled a white toothy smile, his cornflower blue eyes gleaming. He's cute! Haha. I shook his hand.
"Marjorie. Marjorie Collins. I'm gonna be a six year at Hogwarts." I answered returning his beautiful smile.
He suddenly remembered himself.
"Oh and this is Harry Potter and Hermione Granger." He said introducing the hero and a petite bushy-haired girl that I hadn't noticed before.
Harry stuck out a large strong hand. "Pleased to meet you Marjorie. I'm sure you'll find Hogwarts enchanting."
I was slightly starstuck. Then I felt stupid. Come on, he's just a normal guy who got dealt a bad hand of cards. I was going to go to school with him, and I was determined to treat him like any other person. I let go of his hand.
"Hi Hermione" I said offering my hand to her, already understanding that she was shy. She held onto my hand slightly to long, looking down at her trainers.
"Hi, Marjorie. Where did you go to school before?" She asked me trying to break the awkward silence.
"Well I went to private girl's school in Manhattan." I answered slightly embarrassed, and inferior. "I was raised muggle. My mother is a squib, so I'm a half-blood. My grandmother has taught me everything I know about magic. She's excellent, she really is."
Hermione face brightened, and she smiled. She looked at my empty arms.
"Haven't you gotten anything yet?" She asked.
"Well no, I don't know where anything is." I answered sheepishly.
"Well, come with us. We're shopping for school stuff as well." She took me by the arm and dragged me along.