Chapter 8
After dinner, everyone went their separate ways. Draco went to his room, Father went to his study, and Narcissa went to the gardens. I wander around the halls, still trying to get some layout of this place.
My mind kept wandering to that shop in Diagon Alley. Those dark eyes and red hair. I had to see what that place was. It was killing me not to know.
I found the Floo network room after many failed attempts. I should really create a map of this place. Across the hall is my Father's study. I mean surely if I'm silent enough he won't notice me gone. It would just be a quick trip to Diagon Alley, pop into the shop then be on my way. Nothing too spicy.
I slowly open the door, making sure that no sound is made. Quickly, I walk in and close the door behind me. The room was empty, just as I expected.
I grab some of the Floo powder from the pot next to the fireplace, then step into the alcove, making sure no one is coming and being quiet.
"Diagon Alley," I say, dropping the Floo powder.
Next thing, I'm standing in Diagon Alley. There weren't as many people there anymore, probably since everyone seems to be closing their shops for the night. I hope that the shop I came here for isn't already closed. It would be a waste of Floo powder to come here for no reason.
I walk down the street until I find that orange building. The more I look at it, I finally see a name. The Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Not the most creative name, but maybe it is for the Alley?
I step into the shop. It's completely empty, making me think they were closed, but there was no sign stating differently. I walk around. Multiple colors catch my attention. Above me, a woman on a bike holding buckets. Stairs leading up to another level. A cashier by the front of the shop, next to some sweets.
"Can I help you?" a voice calls from above me. I look up, dark eyes meeting my gray.
"Sorry," I said, "I didn't know if you were closed. There was nothing to -"
"We aren't," he says, walking down the set of stairs. "At least for another ten minutes."
I nod my head, looking back around the shop. It's very impressive for someone who looks in their early 20s.
"So," he says, sliding up next to me. A cloud of homemade pie makes its way up my nose. "You're American?"
I look up at him, noticing just how close his face is to mine. "Yes," I said, "but no."
"Mysterious," he laughs.
"I grew up in America, but was born in England," I said.
"And what's your name?" he asks.
I laugh and walk away from him. Seems like a flirt. I met guys like that, all talk. Then if you fall for them they run for the hills. Say that "no one can hold me down, I'm supposed to run in the wind." Bunch of bullshit if you ask me.
"I'm Fred," he says when I don’t answer. "Me and my brother, George, we own this shop."
"So Weasley is your surname?" I question, trying to get the spotlight off me.
"Yup," he winks. "So, what's yours? I told you mine."
I roll my eyes. "Luci…” That wasn't my name anymore. “Calypso."
Fred stared at me for a moment as if waiting for me to continue. I don’t. "No surname?"
"Not for you." I smile.
To be honest I don't know if Narcissa or Father would be very pleased to hear their daughter has been telling people that, well, I'm their daughter. We never really had that discussion, and I don't want to have my father angry with me. I saw a little bit of his anger and that's enough to last me for a while.
"I saw you the other day," he said. I froze. I'm going to have to tell him won't I? How else would I cover that up?
"That was you?" I turn back to him. Curiosity glimmers in his eyes.
"I wouldn't hang around the Malfoys if I were you," he says.
"Why's that?" I challenge him.
"Family of bad people. Did some very bad things, surprised they aren't in Azkaban."
"Azkaban?"
"You haven't heard of Azkaban?"
I open my eyes a little, trying to show him that I have no idea, though he didn’t seem to catch on.
"I'm new to the wizarding world," I say.
"Blimey," he said with big eyes. "How did you not know you were a witch?"
"Long story," I say, going back to walking around the shop. "One that involves the Malfoys."
"What? You related to them?" He laughs. When I didn't answer he gasped in shock. "No way!"
"I should probably go." I turned to leave the shop. "Nice meeting you Fred Weasley. Oh, and you have a nice shop."
I left before he could stop me. That was very close. Maybe I should stay close to the family. Though I am starting to think they are more evil then they let on.
More mysteries about this war. How did Fred know about it? Why does it involve me?
I walk back to the Floo network. Only a couple seconds pass before I walk out the fireplace in Malfoy Manor. I silently walk over to the door, listening for any footsteps.
When the coast is clear I run towards my bedroom. Trying my hardest not to make any noise.
Opening the door, Blinky is setting my wand box down on my bed. When he hears the door open he jumps.
"Blinky is sorry, ma'am," he says, as he backs away from my bed.
I walk in and shut the door, ignoring the sorrowful pleas of our house elf. I was interested in my wand.
I open the lid. The same wand from Ollivanders sits gently inside. I pick it up with my right hand, making sure it fits nicely.
"Give me a spell," I say to Blinky.
"Uh," he stammers.
"Come on! Give me a spell. One that's easy!"
"Lumos, Mistress."
"What's that do?" I question.
"Creates light, ma'am."
"Wicked."
I turn back to my wand, walking a little ways away from Blinky and Bobbles. That way if the spell backfires, they won't get hurt, or at least not too bad.
"Lumos," I say. On the end of my wand a small light appears, making the area around me glow in a blue tinted light.
I waved it around a little tiny bit, making sure that it was actually coming from my wand and not some hidden light from my room. But sure enough, it was coming from my wand.
"How do I turn it out?" I ask Blinky.
"Nox, ma'am," he answers.
"Nox!" I say, expecting the light on the end to go out. But instead I feel myself flying backwards and smash into the wall.
I fall to the ground, my wand being tossed from my hand. Blinky starts mumbling to himself about how "Blinky killed Mistress Calypso. Master Lucius won't be happy!"
I ignore his mumblings and slowly inch my way into a standing position. Was not expecting that to happen, though it was pretty fun to say the least.
I'm really going to enjoy magic.