Disclaimer on Chapter 1

Electric Revolution

Chapter 5

The City in Focus

Ginny and Morgana went to the trunk store first during their shopping trip for Morgana since Ginny already had her stuff. Ginny had to wonder what Morgana thought they were going to buy when she got a top security trunk with seven compartments with all sorts of needless functions as it wasn't like they were buying platinum bars she needed to secure the safety of from thieves. Though, she supposed when one of your enemies was your headmaster it was better safe than sorry. She wouldn't want him stealing her stuff.

Next up Ginny took Morgana to the potion store to get ingredients and a potion kit with a couple cauldrons she might need. Ginny had to keep checking the shopping list her mother had for her of things since she was expected to get both first year and second year stuff. Ginny couldn't imagine being able to complete two years in one, but she knew her beautiful Morgana could and would without trying very hard.

Morgana complained a bit… - well a lot about some of the stuff being gross, and asked me why they couldn't build machines to mass manufacture potions for them perfectly rather than doing it by hand, which was much more expensive and time consuming. Ginny was a little confused, but after a brief explanation about how muggles mass-produced things on the cheap from foods to medicines she was amazed that mage wouldn't think about trying that for themselves. It sounded like a good thing to her. If they could, then it would make a certain teachers job obsolete and presto, happiness all around for the whole of Hogwarts.

Except for the Slytherins.

What do I care about them?

Nothing!...?

In the bookstore, Ginny realised that the large dimensional screwy space as she called it of Morgana's new trunk was perfect. Morgana literally bought one of every book. They had been in there for two hours buying everything. She had a library section in her trunk. This was neat because she would dump the books in and they would neaten themselves into rails using the Dewey Decimal System so everything was neat and tidy, and easily accessible.

They could just ask the trunk for what they wanted, or a subject and the racks would move to offer up the goodies. Ginny supposed wanting the best trunk in the store wasn't quite a waste of money after all as that was quite useful.

Last they reached the wand shop. They entered and Ginny could just about sense someone, hidden by magic. She looked to her Morgana to see her eyes narrowed in untapped annoyance. It took just one spark, rolling up her perfect body. The blue flashing through the dirt and dust covered store before Ginny detected the slither of fear and the mitigating doubt.

Ginny smirked as Morgana was blatantly staring at the man's (she thought) invisible hiding spot. Her eyes were beautiful, alight with danger, sparks arching, dancing from eye to eye, and using her small soft nose as a bridge.

"Looks like we have ourselves a perverted old man!" the Empress of Lightning commented, amused. "Let the beat down commence!" she finished, clenching her fists with small static sparks.

"W-wait-wait!" he quickly said, waving his hands in defence as he dropped the charm and appeared out of 'nowhere'. "It's only to observe, so I'll know what-!"

It was just a lick of blue light, slapping into the man, but it knocked him back, into a stack of dust-covered wands, unconscious to the floor. Ginny was a little surprised as she looked down at the old man.

"I-I think he surrendered!" she said before she could stop herself.

Morgana shrugged sheepishly. "Who cares?! You heard him. He was spying on us like a pervy old man!"

"W-well, yeah I guess," Ginny replied reluctantly, shrugging. "Well, let's just find your wand. Just pick them up one at a time. You should find the right one. I haven't done this before, myself though as I have my grandmothers old wand. It's supposed to be the wand that chooses the witch but we can't afford to be as picky as the wand."

Morgana rolled her eyes at me. "Then take your pick. We won't even have to pay. It will make you cooler to have a good wand that actually wants to hang out with you more than the one you have now."

"B-but that would be stealing!" Ginny blurted out in worry. Shew didn't doubt that Morgana had stolen before, many times, but that was to survive the cruel world all alone, but this!? This was needless theft, and she wasn't sure how to react.

However, Morgana smiled at her and pulled her into a soft kiss. "Don't worry baby!" she said with a soft purr to her voice, cuddling Ginny tightly. "He owes us for not calling the authorities about his perverted actions!"

"Well," Ginny said thinking about it, and not sure that the old wand maker was really a pervert or not, but it made her feel better thinking he was, and therefore deserved punishment. "Okay. If you are. I will!" she answered her, cuddling into her soft and small body lovingly before she pulled back, smiling and charged off to touch wands.

Ginny smiled as Morgana looked so young and innocent before she followed her, and tried wand after wand with her. They were at it for over an hour when Morgana suddenly found a wand that reacted to her.

"Hmm… doesn't feel right," Morgana muttered as the odd gold glow faded away. "Let's see here," she said looking at the label. "Holly, phoenix feather from Dumbledore's pet, and brother wand to Voldemort's. Wow, I wouldn't want this even if it really picked me!" she finished and in a blast of blue the wand was a pile of ash she was brushing from her hands.

"Morgana!" Ginny playfully reprimanded. She looked at Ginny with an impish grin that might have promised a fun (mainly for her) game of spank the red haired girls' bare butt. "I guess the brother wand to… V-V-Voldemort's s-should be destroyed," she said, stuttering on the name. Morgana had told Ginny off rather nastily about dishonouring the dead by cowering over a pathetic comic book bad guy name.

She had never thought of it quite like that before, but it was true; it was very comic book. And by not saying his name Ginny wouldn't have been dishonouring the cowards, but the brave who stood up and fought back. She could care less about the cowardly scum who rolled over and died, leaving possible children, or lovers at the mercy of the Death Eaters.

"I know!" Morgana readily agreed, stroking Ginny's cheek before giving her a sweet tasting kiss as a reward for knowing what she meant, and for saying 'his' name. "I think it was being forced to accept me and didn't want to. I suppose I shouldn't expect anything more of Dumbledore. It was his bird that pooped the core after all."

"He wants his hooks in everything," Ginny agreed. The more she thought about Dumbledore and his schemes the more she realised that he really was a giant turd sandwich with a glass of cat pee.

"Exactly what I thought," she agreed, nodding. "Let's go over there. They're made of rarer cores. Maybe one of them would be awesome for me, and another for you?" she said, eagerly pulling me after her to a far corner of the back of the surprisingly large store.

"Wow!" Morgana said after a few more minutes of searching. "Thunderbirds are GO!" she cheered, but Ginny didn't get her reference. It was okay as Ginny saw Morgana's face light up in happiness and excitement.

Morgana pulled out a dark wand with many dark shades of blue with deep purple veins throughout the wood. Ginny watched in awe as Morgana's hand and wand sparked blue. Morgana looked like she was in heaven holding it.

"This is my baby!" she said after a few weird moments where Ginny wondered whether she should leave her and the wand alone for a while or join them.

"Okay!" Ginny mumbled as she leant back on some boxes before leaning on one and knocking out a white wood wand. She picked it up and instantly felt it in her stomach and chest. She could understand why Morgana had paused like she had now, to feel everything the connection had.

"Birch!" Morgana startled me as she was reading the small card that came with the box of Ginny's new wand. "Siren hair taken from… hmm… that bit has been scratched out," she said snickering. "Maybe it wasn't a head hair," she said giggling while Ginny blushed at the thought.

"B-but Sirens are like human-ish merpeople!" Ginny quickly told her, trying to defend her new wand.

"Oh, but don't they grow legs when they come out to kill people and stuff?" she asked, curious. "I mean that's what I saw in that Pirates of the Caribbean movie!" she told her, which confused her. Ginny was sure it showed in her expression. "Never mind," she replied with a sigh. "I have a lot to teach you about being normal!"

"Okay…" Ginny said slowly, more confused than ever. So she changed the subject, uneasy with the muggle pop-culture Morgana threw out so casually. "Shall we get out of here then?" she asked thoughtfully as they had gotten what they wanted.

"Okay," Morgana readily agreed. "Let's grab some wand holder things too before we leave!"

"I think they're called holsters."

"Okay. It isn't like we're paying for anything. After all, the old man should be super thankful. We could have robbed everything he has here. I even have the trunk for the job!"

Ginny giggled as she could imagine Morgana taking everything and never even trying to sell it to make some extra money, but just taking it because she could. Leading her back to the front of the shop they were both surprised to see the old man pulling himself up, trying to shake off the shock. His white hair was frizzy and standing up on end.

"I-I'll be w-with you in a moment M-Miss. Potter!" he clumsily called out while she had just ignored him, grabbed a top of the line black leather holster and placed it on her left arm upside down with her wand in it for safe keeping. She then found another and strapped it to Ginny's right arm as she was left handed, but the right way up and Ginny placed her wand in.

"No need you stupid pervert!" Morgana chimed with a mad grin, as he looked at her befuddled. "We found our own, and since we didn't call in the authorities about you being a pervert, we're getting freebees!"

Morgana then took Ginny's hand, and before the old pervert could do or say anything they had trekked out of the door, back into Diagon Alley.

"Where to now?" Morgana asked Ginny. Ginny was startled as she looked to her list, surprised as she almost forgot they still had more shopping to do.

"I almost forgot!" Ginny said sheepishly. "Do you want to get a pet? It says you can have a cat or bird, but you can have other things too. Short of a horse or something just as ridiculous! Though I'm not sure anyone would deny you a horse at Hogwarts!" she said laughing with Morgana as it was true.

"Well, I've never been much of a pet person!" Morgana replied, shrugging. "Most animals don't like me much because they can sense my electromagnetic field and it bothers them. Do they have any pets that can… well, you know, do something cool?"

Ginny wasn't surprised by her answer. She would only want a pet if it had some useful ability and certainly needed a pet that wasn't scared by her powers. "Well, owls deliver letters, but they'll probably be upset by her powers. But you could even get packages and such sent by owl. That's useful. But you really need a special pet. If you want, we can look in the pet store. I suppose there should be other pets with cool tricks that will love you!"

"Okay," she quickly agreed. Taking my hand, fingers interlocked Morgana led Ginny across the street and into the loud pet shop with all of the caged birds and cats, to mice up front using each other's tails as skipping ropes. The animals didn't seem to appreciate Morgana entering the store as some cats even hissed at her, but she ignored them as she and Ginny looked around.

"That is something you don't see every day," Ginny commented, as she looked the rats over baffled as they all tried to look nice for her to possibly buy one, so they were smart little critters. However, Ginny shook her head feeling sorry for them as they all sighed, pouting before heading back to their game.

"Can I help you find what you need?"

Ginny was startled by the store girl as she came from out back, smiling. She couldn't have been long out of Hogwarts; a couple years at most. She was quite attractive with short blonde hair and happy blue eyes, slender everywhere but on top where she was generously gifted.

"N-no, not me," Ginny quickly told her. "My friend, Morgana is looking for a useful pet!"

"Morgana?" she asked, looking around, confused. Ginny saw the problem too. Morgana had disappeared.

"Over here!" Morgana called out alerting us as she had moved to the very back, dark corner of the store and removed a dark purple sheet from a dark, cloudy glass cylinder. It was large enough that Hagrid would fit inside, just about, and that was saying something.

"Don't…!" the young woman said quickly. "Don't touch the glass or they'll use your body as a ground point and get out!" she said in a hurry, concerned.

"They?" Morgana asked her, corking her head to one side.

The young woman nodded her head. "Yeah. There's two of them. Storm spirits. Hard to catch. Impossible to tame. They're dangerous. We can't just let them go now. They'll attack and kill everything in the shop. Me and you both!"

"Storm spirits?" Ginny asked, concerned herself as she knew how dangerous they could be. "Like from ancient legends?"

"Yeah, beautiful but dangerous," she replied quickly. "They're both female… we think. We're not too sure whether they have a real sex, but sometimes you can see a feminine form or two in the storm.

Ginny looked back at the glass and sure enough, beautiful, dark stormy purple, her shape was no older than Ginny. She was beautiful. Then she was gone for the storm to brew faster and more dangerous, and it was beautiful.

"They're twins!" Morgana suddenly said, her small right hand caressing the glass but the spirits didn't escape, but then Morgana controlled electricity so how could they ground to her? "Connected to each other, forever, together. They feel each other's joy and sadness. Love. Hate. I'll take them!"

"You'll take them?" the store girl asked, horrified. "No. no. no. They are not for sale!"

"I didn't say I was going to buy them!" she replied coldly. The shop girl backed up as Morgana sparked with one blue lightning tongue, but still the spirits didn't grab at the opportunity. "I said I'll take them!"

Then the hand touching the glass sparked and the glass shattered. The shop girl screamed in horror as the dark blue, navy coloured cloud burst out with an angry buzz. The power sparked the air with small thunderclaps and lightning bolts from the cloud.

The cloud enveloped Morgana buzzing and sparking in anger before it just stopped. The cloud poofed away and Morgana stood their holding the scruff of two confused looking girls with dark blue skin and sky blue eyes. They looked identical with robes of dark, near purple clouds and small bare feet blinking in bafflement.

Their hair was ruffled, short and a light silvery colour with a pale blue tint over it. They looked confused as they looked towards Morgana blinking owlishly.

Morgana smiled at them, amused. "I think I'll call you Sparkler and Stormy!" she said sounding satisfied with her new 'pets' names. Was pets even the correct word for them?

They pouted glaring at her, baring little white teeth, hissing. They didn't look much older than me or Morgana. If anything, a little younger. They were somewhat cute if you were into storm monsters in guises of cute girls, which being a lightning powered witch, Morgana likely was.

Morgana placed the storm spirits on their feet and brushed down their robes, neatening them. The shop girl just stared in awe as they were pouting, but obeying Morgana as if they were well trained pets, which they likely would become. It was amusing to watch them and the shop girl as their eyes found her, and anger clouded their little eyes in static.

"No, Sparkler, Stormy!" Morgana reprimanded lightly as she looked to the shop girl licking her lips. "I think you should lock up. I think I have something you can do for Ginny and I in exchange for not letting my new pets kill you!"

She gulped and Ginny blushed as we both knew what she was talking about, as she didn't even try to be subtle as she locked the door and took the shop girls hand, leading her out back with me, Sparkler and Stormy bringing up the rear.

I wonder whether an older girl will taste different.

to be continued…