A/N: I don't own MI, but I do own my OCs. Now, I know how similar The Wizard Monster Mart is to Diagon Alley from the Harry Potter books and movies, but I needed somewhere for Renny to get her witch stuff. SO DON'T GO YELLING AT ME THAT I STOLE DIAGON ALLEY FROM THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS AND MOVIES! ON WITH THE STORY!

Renny's P.O.V.

Boo's recital had been pushed back a few weeks, more than two months, because of a fight between Boo's ballet teacher and the person renting the studio to the teacher. That was good for me for a few reasons. The first was I didn't have all the ingredients to make more than one bottle of the transformation potion that would turn Sulley, Mike, Fang, and I into humans. The second takes a few days to cook properly. If it doesn't cook properly and you drink it…let's just say you'd explode…

Anyway, I was walking to the Wizard Monster Mart with Randall, who was invisible, at my side. We walked into an old and abandoned part of town. "This is it? This is your 'magic place'?" Randall asked, turning visible again.

"Yeah. Come on, and turn invisible again," I ordered. He did as told, I grabbed his hand, and we walked through a barrier which only wizards, witches, and anyone the witch or wizard is touching could go through. Regular people would only see and be able to go into an empty, ugly street.

After walking through the barrier, and after a few minutes of walking past various monster wizards and witches, we arrived at a brightly colored shop with a table set up in front of it.

I picked up some rabbit's feet and pigeon feathers. "This is what you need for the potion?" Randall asked me. I paid for the rabbit's feet and pigeon feathers and put them in a wicker basket I held.

"Can't forget the cow tongue." I heard him gag. "Yeah, potions are gross. The more helpful they are, the more discussing they are," I gave a small shiver, "But they always taste okay once all the ingredients are put together."

"Renny!" I heard someone call my name. My head snapped up and I saw a friend of mine who was a shop owner on the street.

"Hello Gino!" I smiled, running over to the booth in front of his store.

"How's my little friend?" Gino rubbed my head.

"I'm fine, Gino. I just need more ingredients for my potions," I informed him.

"Do you have them all yet?"

"I don't think so." I looked at my list. "Hm. Do you have any vampire fangs?"

"Vampire fangs? When was the last time we ever had a vampire on this planet?" I shrugged. "I know, right? Vampire fangs…no. I don't think I have them in my shop."

"That's good. Vampire fangs would ruin the potion."

"You…" Gino punched my arm, "Silly girl. What would you need?"

"Cow tongue, and human hair. Though, I can get the human hair from a friend of mine," I told him, "There's also rhino blood, and the tooth of a rat."

"I have the rhino blood and rat tooth, but you will have to go to the butcher to get that cow tongue," Gino shrugged.

"No problem. How long will it take to get the rhino blood and rat tooth?" I questioned my friend.

"Not long. A few minutes," Gino headed into his store, mumbling to himself, "Rhino blood and rat tooth. Rat tooth and rhino blood." Gino never had a very good memory.

"I'm guessing you gave history with him," Randall whispered to me.

"Yep. He's been my friend since…second grade. I love him," I gave a small smile.

"Like…a boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend? No. I wouldn't want Gino's boyfriend to hate me."

"Gino's…huh?"

"Boyfriend. Nice guy," I chuckled, "I love Gino as if he was my brother. Nothing more, nothing less. If I did love him, love him, he wouldn't like me back."

"Then…"

"Yep."

"Renny!" Gino called, coming back out of his shop again, "I have the rat tooth and rhino blood!"

"Ah, you got it right!" I giggled. I took the tooth and blood from him and handed him twenty dollars. "The rhino blood went up a few dollars."

"How much?"

"Ten dollars," Gino informed.

"Alright." I handed him the extra ten dollars.

"And say hello to your friend for me!"

"Huh? What friend?" I asked nervously.

"That Boggs guy. The lizard standing next to you," Gino smirked.

"How did you…?" I noticed his eyes were red. Whenever a witch or wizard's eyes turn a different color, they were preforming a different kind of sight ability. Green was night vision, pink was seeing emotions, and red was heat signature. There were a few other kinds that mortals aren't allowed to know, too.

Gino smirked. "I hate you," I growled.

"I love you, too," Gino rubbed my head.

"Shut up."

"Blah, blah, and BLAH!" He pushed me back, making me fall backwards.

"Ah!" I cried. Before I could actually hit the pavement, though, I was caught by Randall. "Thanks," I breathed.

"Don't mention it," Randall chuckled. He let me go, quickly grabbed the front of my shirt, and pulled me up to my feet.

"Again, thanks. Can you let go of my shirt now?" Randall let go of my shirt.

I grabbed my basket off the ground, and headed towards the butcher. "And Renny!" Gino called.

"Yes?"

"Don't worry, none of us will tell," Gino smiled at me.

"I know," I called back, "Thanks."

Randall and I entered the butcher shop and he whispered, "He won't tell?"

"All monster wizards and witches have their secrets. Big secrets. Mine isn't even the biggest of them all. Some have killed. Some created plagues. One nearly killed a child with a spell he created. He never used the spell again. All wizards and witches trust each other, and each of us promise to protect each other's secrets." I was quiet for a few seconds and told him, "You…er…you can turn visible now."

Slowly, Randall appeared before me with a small smile on his lips. "Renny!" I was nearly tackled into a hug by my large butcher friend, "Dude! It's so good to see you!" Santana was eight foot six, and no one messed with her. Mostly because she carried around three big meat cleavers. "I haven't seen you in weeks!" She was a monster that resembled an octopus, and was crazy nice. She let go of me and stepped back behind her counter. "And this must be the famous Randall Boggs." She held out a tentacle, "Nice to meet ya."

Randall reluctantly shook Santana's tentacle. "Nice to see you again Santana," I smiled at her.

"Ugh. Don't call me that! I am San," Santana…Sorry, San told me.

"Whatever, San," I shrugged, "I just need a cow's tongue for a spell I'm working on."

"Which one?" San asked, walking into her large walk-in freezer. After San came back with the cow's tongue, San continued, "The one with turning monsters into humans?"

"Yes."

San started to weigh the tongue. "Ooo, I am going to kill my dealer!" San growled.

"What? Why?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

"This tongue is a fourth of an ounce too light! The cow he gave me was a fourth of an ounce too light!"

"What? No!" I gasped sarcastically.

"Yes! I am going to…going to…" San looked at her cleavers, and an evil grin grew on her face.

"No, no!" I grabbed San's cleavers from her, "No injuring or even killing your meat dealer!"

"But-,"

"No!"

"Fine. Can I have my cleavers back?" I handed her the meat cleavers. "Thank you."

"Either way, I don't care about the weight of it. I'll buy it anyway and throw in a few extra bucks," I took out my wallet again and took out twenty-six dollars. I handed them to my friend and she smiled wide.

"Seriously? Renny, you're so awesome!" San wrapped up the tongue and put it in a bag. I gave San the money, San gave me the cow's tongue, and put the tongue in my basket.

"Thanks. Have a nice day San," I called, taking Randall's hand and practically dragging him out of San's butcher shop.

"Anywhere else?" Randall asked me.

"Hmm…nope. We can go back to my apartment now."

"Wizards are weird," Randall told me.

"That may be so, but we are a powerful group of monsters," I informed him, still holding onto his hand.

"How powerful?"

"If I screamed, 'Someone help me, this monster's trying to mug me,' at least twelve wizards would have their wands out or hands up to injure you," I whispered to him. Letting go of Randall's hand I motioned for him to follow me, "Now come on. It takes a few days to make the Humanization Potion." I walked a few feet forward, leaving Randall behind.

"Right…Uh, coming."

A/N: Gino and San both belong to me! My dad's stupid jokes on the other hand, belong to him. Review!