Wanderings and Wonderings

Jack was walking down a street in London, her hands thrust in her pockets as she ambled along, kicking pebbles to and from, here and there. It seemed like summer was winding down. She had meant new friends and hung out with old, but it was all slowing down.

She let out a frustrated grown, frightening an innocent passer-by, who hurried past her. Jack hated the feeling of boredom and idleness. She needed to get on a broom soon, that always did her good. But for now, she was stuck wandering elsewhere.

She stopped at a shop and glanced inside. Mmm...Chocolate. She slipped in and used some of her rare muggle money (she never had pocket money usually) and bought a cookies and creme chocolate bar. She came back out, devoured the chocolate, and continued on down the street.

Ingrid flew down the streets of London on her motorcycle. She loved the thing more than her soul. It was a thousand times better than flying. She loved the feel of the motor underneith her body and the way the vibrations trembled up her spine, moving her whole body. Streaks of the shops wizzed by and Ingrid felt a sense of freedom. When she spotted a rare parking spot she pulled in and took off her helmet (she was smart emough to wear one). Ingrid started walking down the street when she spotted a chocolate shop. Yummy! Happily she walked in only to see a seventh year girl from Hogwarts. It was always strange seeing magical students in the muggle world. The girl left and with intrest Ingrid followed. "Hey" she called to the girl. As she turned round Ingrid hurried to catch up. "Gryffindor, right?" she asked. It didn't feel right saying magical words in the muggle world but she knew that no one would understand anyway.

Jack had a cookie halfway stuffed into her mouth when a voice called out from behind her. Casually slipping her hand into her walk pocket, she gripped the handle of her wand and turned around. She blinked. It was one of the people who had been in the chocolate shop. She had looked vaguely familiar but Jack had just shrugged it off.

Now the girl asked if she was a Gryffindor. Oh, so she was a witch. Jack squinted at her and realized she had seen her at Hogwarts, either at the Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw table; she could not quite remember. She scrunched her eyebrows and said in a cautious, level voice. "Yeah. I'm a seventh year. Do I know you?"