AN: thank you to my readers. I know that it's quality, not quantity that counts. Please review if you're inclined. This is my first fan fic, I could use the feedback. Thanks.

disclaimer: It's JKR's world, I'm just playing it.

Chapter 4

I was quite amazed by the sheer amount of stuff in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The place had more props, toys, jokes, and assorted instruments of mischief than I'd ever seen in one place. From the entry door, I could see a doorway with a pink beaded curtain, the beads were charmed to blink the words WITCHES ONLY off to the right. Off to the left was another beaded curtain, this one blue, and flashing NO UNDERAGE WIZARDS OR WITCHES ALLOWED. In the middle of the main room was a gated wrought iron spiral staircase. There were several customers in the store, including a

couple of teenage boys at the check out counter. At the register, on a stool that was taller than she was was a small girl with curly red hair, and the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. She looked to be about five years old. "Thank you, and have a nice day" she said to the two boys as she handed them their change. She looked up and saw us. "Uncle Charlie!" she squealed, happily.

Charlie went behind the counter and hugged his niece. "Hello Rosie," I heard him say. "Dad's got you working behind the register?"

"Only for a bit"she explained. "Daddy's in the blue room helping a customer. Uncle George is out grabbing a bite for us. Aunt Angie took Freddie and Roxie to look at some Quidditch players she's scouting for. Hugo is upstairs napping. Mummy's coming to get us at 4:30, after work. Daddy has night watch with the Aurors. Is this the american Professor? She's very pretty, doesn't look at all like a dragon to me. I thought she would have scales. Everybody knows dragons have scales and breath fire." She turned to me and asked, "why don't you have scales?"

Charlie looked a bit flabbergasted. I was used to questions from children, they didn't bother me a bit. "Hello Rosie," I offered my hand for a shake, and she took it. "My name is Glinda. I don't have scales because there's only a little bit of dragon in me," I put two fingers together to demonstrate a little bit to her. " I'm really a human. Scales in dragons correspond to hair in humans. So my hair is like the dragon's scales." I pulled my hair sticks out, and let Rose touch the end of my braid.

She smiled and said, "that's brilliant," as she examined my hair. "Why are your glasses so dark?"

"Because bright light hurts a bit. Opaleye dragons are nocturnal, they don't like being out in the day time. The lights in here aren't too bad, would you like to see my eyes?"

Rose nodded eagerly, and, Charlie finally found his voice "may I see?" he asked.

"Sure," I said as I removed the lenses.

"Whoa," Charlie and Rosie said in unison. "Your eyes are like a rainbow."Rosie remarked.

"Thank you" I grinned. "Oh heavens Rosie, I hope my teeth don't scare you."

"Not a bit," she giggled "I think they're cool."

We heard a man's voice come from the blue room, "Rosie girl, what's going on out there?"

"Uncle Charlie's here with the american professor."

"Oh excellent," the child's father said as he came out of the blue room, with his customer clutching a paper wrapped package. "Will that be all, m'am?" he asked the woman.

"Yes, I think that's it. Thank you Mr. Weasley." She said, as she exited the store.

"You're welcome," he turned to us, "so introduce us, Charlie"

"Oh sorry, Ron, this is Ms. Ginda Goode, of Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Glinda, this is my youngest brother Ron."

"Nice to meet you," I said, offering my hand.

"My pleasure," Ron replied. "Welcome to England. Good luck at Hogwarts by the way."

"Thank you."

"Daddy, please let me down, I'd like to show Miss Glinda the pink room. You know, ladies only."

"Of course, dear." Ron lifted his daughter off the stool, and took her place at the register. Rosie proceeded to give me the tour of Weasley's famous "pink room". Rosie was quite a salesperson, for a five year old. I had quite a nice collection of Wonderwitch toiletries. Rosie also suggested a pair of silver earrings with moving dragons. I couldn't resist them, or her.

I heard Rose whisper to her Uncle as he went to lead me to the exit. "Can we keep her?" she asked him.

Charlie kneeled down to reach her ear. "I hope so," he whispered back to her. I smiled and took his arm as we left the building.

[I know that it's a bit short, but it seemed like a good place to end the chapter]