Muggle World

Diana Moore scrambled up the steps of the bus and glanced around for a seat. She saw one and began squeezing past people. She was short a mere 5 ft and it was devilishly hard for her to see beyond everyone when they were taller than she. She glanced at the seat and wrinkled her nose. Someone had either pissed in it or spilled something on it. She held the bar as the bus lurched forward.

Her feet ached. She worked as a patient assistant during the day at the local hospital and then put in extra hours at the nursing home. Her only other hobby in life was taking care of her cat and photography. She had passion for birds and to her delight a pair of finches were actually nesting in one of the nests she put on her window of her small kitchen.

Someone shifted and accidentally came down on her aching toes. She shifted and nodded at the muttered apology as the bus stopped again to let some people off and a few more on. She had 2 more stops to make before she could get off.

She found herself wistfully looking at a young couple who were snuggled together in a seat nuzzling and kissing. She was getting into her 40's and her marriage had fallen apart years ago leaving her with no husband and no children. She knew she wasn't ugly exactly but her face wasn't a face that called attention to itself either. Plus being short her body was a bit heavier then it would have been if she had some height on her. Even now she was trying to tuck in her large breasts and her round bottom so that she didn't accidentally brush anyone.

Her scrub was too big mainly to hide how small her waist was. Many women wore corsets to get the kind of figure Diana got naturally but she didn't find it a good thing to have. A few times she had gone out wearing form fitting clothes she had got wide eyed shocked looks that had embarrassed her and sent her fleeing to find clothes to cover up in.

The bus stopped again and Diana glanced around. She was being ignored She self cautiously reached up and scratched behind her ear. Her long sandy blonde hair was pulled into a loose messy bun. Her eyes were large and brown with green flecks and would have looked pretty in the sun light but she rarely had time to stand around and show off her eyes or anything else for that matter. She glanced at her watch and winced.

It had been a late shift and her cat was going to be in a passing foul mood. Sometimes when she was late he would shred things and her little apartment was a little too expensive for her to replace every piece of furniture that the cat ruined. The smell of flatulence wafted up to her and she curled her nose up annoyed. Some people were so rude. She was pretty sure it was the older gentleman standing on her left. She longed to say something but her mother had taught her little girl manners and poise so Diana took it with as much aplomb as she could and held tightly to the bar so incoming passengers didn't tear her away from it and shuffle her back towards the end of the bus. She had had it happen.

The next stop she tried to keep up with everyone and step off to the curb without loosing her balance. Being off the bus gave a moment to breath air that wasn't perfumed with the stench of body odor. She trudged to the apartment building she lived in and began to wearily climb the stairs.

A moment later she settled at the kitchen table to drink some fresh tea and watch her cat drink up his milk. She leaned against her hand and watched the finches make their home. Soon she would have eggs and maybe some baby's. The nest was open so she could see the birds without them seeing her. Her iris's were blooming and she found herself wishing she was close to a flower market. They made her feel at peace and left in her a quiet joy that she was alive. Finally she got up and made herself a sandwich. She ate it while she laid out her night clothes.

The warm water of the shower made her feel sleepy and relaxed. She stepped out and put on a lacy gown. It was her one vice pretty frilly lacy things for the bedroom. No one slept with her except the cat so she didn't worry about anyone staring at her at night. She laid down and glanced at the picture of her mom on the nightstand. The only other item was a romance novel which Diana had found more comical then anything.

One special person to love forever what rot. Love was a farce and you could make yourself love anyone and you could fall out of love just as fast. As for the sex described in the books? Diana thought maybe some of the writers were watching porn while they wrote their silly love scenes. She had been married for 12 years and the closest she had ever felt to an ' explosion that made her body peak in pleasure ' had been when her fat husband had accidentally stepped on her big toe...she had seen stars then and had felt it through her whole body.

Diana sighed deciding with her early morning she'd better just skip the the stupid books.

" G'night mom. I love you." She whispered reaching out and turning off the lamp casting the room in darkness.

After she was deep asleep the cat, a perfectly ordinary tom laid next her and began purring sensing a deep sadness that never seemed to leave his mistress. Yet he felt edgy and he bumped her arm until she rolled over and left one arm flung out for him to rest on.

Just below her elbow was a brown birthmark that looked like the moon waxing, then full, then waning. Her mother had used to tell Diana that was why she had named her after the goddess of the moon and hunt. Because she carried in her very skin the symbol of the Goddess

The cat licked her arm causing her to broke out into goose bumps. He nuzzled her and fell asleep.