"You'll have to excuse my friend, she is um... a Seer." Brienna said, trying to cover for her nosey pal.
"A Seer! Well that's incredibly rare." She stared at Heidi in awe.
"Almost as rare as Metamorphmagi." Heidi said grinning.
Tonks smirked back at her and began asking them questions. "So Dumbledore told me you guys don't have any supplies for school-not even wands! What happened to your wands?"
"Well you see we don't have any. At the Academy, the Headmistress doesn't believe in using magic. We are just taught the basic principles of Witchcraft. We only know the names of some spells and what they can do, but not how to perform them. The Headmistress was weird that way. Anyways, then through a series of unfortunate events we lost our luggage so now we don't even have our spare clothes!" Brienna lied. She was a very skilled liar. Probably from all of the acting she'd done in her school's musicals. As if on cue Heidi nodded and put on a melancholy face.
"Aw you poor things!" She seemed genuinely sympathetic toward their fake situation. Brienna felt badly for lying, but Dumbledore told them not to tell anyone the real story. Probably because no one would believe it.
"Alright, mates. Hold on now."
The car began its gentle descent into Diagon Alley. Heidi's stomach flopped as they landed right outside the Leaky Cauldron. Diagon Alley was bustling with witches and wizards with their children finishing up their school shopping for the night. Tonks saw the two inside and checked them into their room per Dumbledore's orders. Tom the bartender smiled kindly at them as he handed over their key.
"Well guys... I'll meet you right back here tomorrow morning after breakfast to take you shopping." Tonks winked at Tom and began to leave when Brienna and Heidi stopped her.
"Wait! Tonks, we have no money." Heidi admitted; embarrassed.
"Could you maybe take us later in the week when we've hopefully figured something out?" Brienna asked.
"I'm absolutely swamped at the Ministry the rest of the week... But I'll tell you what," she added after seeing their disappointed expressions. "I can take care of your financial situation for now and you can pay me back when you get the money, huh?"
Brienna and Heidi gasped and attacked her with bear hugs. "Whoa! Uh, thanks mates."
"Thank YOU!"
"Alright, then. Tomorrow!" With that she left the girls alone in the strange bar in their favorite fictional world. They immediately began to beg Tom for a job.
"Tommy.. Daaarling.." Heidi in her cutest voice.
"Don't you think you could use a few workers?" Brienna asked.
"We can clean rooms¬¬-"
"¬-wait tables-"
"-wash dishes-"
"-sweep floors-"
"-cook.."
"Heidi, we suck at cooking."
"Ohhh right! We can't cook. Scratch that."
"We are extremely hard workers Tom!"
"Please Tom? Please let us work here!"
"Just for the week." And then they waited. It must have taken poor Tom fifteen minutes to decipher what they had said.
"Yeah, alright. I suppose ya could work here for the week. Hazel has been wanting a holiday. If you would like you can begin right now."
"Sure!"
"Well you can start by clearing the tables from dinner rush." He gestured to the front of the room. Hazel had turned in early so they washed dishes, wiped down tables, and swept the floor. It was nearly ten when they said goodnight to Tom and climbed the stairs to their room. It was small and dusty and furnished with nothing but two twin beds and a table. They fell absolutely in love with it. Brienna went straight to sleep, and after a quick shower in their tiny bathroom, Heidi followed. There was a quick, sharp knock at the door. Before Brienna and Heidi fully woke up to answer it, they heard a disoriented, "Breakfast in ten minutes!" from Tom. Brienna flew out of bed and dashed to the shower, leaving Heidi wishing she had something else to wear; having slept in her clothes. To her right she saw a flash of color, and on the table appeared two sets of normal, muggle clothes. This surprised her because wizards didn't usually understand muggle clothing, but as she put on the t-shirt and jeans she thought, 'Touche, wizard world;' then promptly wished for a hairbrush.