Rita slammed her door shut in exasperation of the onslaught of a snake for an older brother. He had recently decided to take her panties and write slytherine's  **** on it in some comical fiasco. In reaction, she decided to take one of the little Hogwarts jelly-beans that make a screeching noise so deafening that not even a train could out noise it. The scolding for this from her mother was beyond ridiculous. How come you two are both acting childish enough that I think you both need to go back to being in your first year in school? There was some other comment under her mother's breath that reminded her that father had left her two meddlesome hellions to deal with.<br/><br/>Her hands were firmly petting her ginger main-coon cat. His soft light orange fur riddled with dark orange stripes, and a strip of white that covered his paws was purring while rubbing against her feet. The cat was a protector to her. Always found his curious cat feet trudging the halls in Hogwarts. His bright orange eyes stood out among other cats.<br/><br/>Music blared through her ears. Beautiful strings of violin, and bass screaming the emotions that were raging in her heart. After a few pets for Spaz, she made her way to the garbage, tossing the forsaken underwear in it, and turned to face the trunk that needed packing. Her mother had already made arrangements for their few nights stay in Diagon alley for school shopping, and preparation for the school year.<br/><br/>She opened her closet that had hung up in it dresses, shirts, tube top, and witchery clothes with pants, shorts, skirts, and other various items that fell into that category. Her hands tossed the witchery clothes into the trunk. ( It was definitely time to buy some new outfits in Diagon Alley) Then proceeded to her desk where papers were riddled on it from her various needs to study some of her extra books bought in Diagon Alley. These books were thrown into the trunk as well for more of a safety measure. There was a carrying cage for her cat that was decorated in a soft blanket, with a small stuffed animal  If only Spaz would eat that snake of a brother's parrot.<br/><br/>" Are you two ready yet?" Her mother's shout from downstairs was barely audible between the loud music that was drifting in her ears.  The door to her brother's room slammed shut which must have been a resounding yes for an answer. However, her hands were still busy placing a silver necklace around her neck with a pendent of a key on it.  A silverish- black top with a white fluffed out skirt was what lavishly adorned her athletically tiny body, and a small bracelet that decorated her caramel skin Then placed her cat into the cage trying to sooth his tiny cries because he hated to be caged.<br/><br/>She opened her door carrying a trunk, a cage, and a back pack to fit school items in it. The door shut as she switched the sign that said " No brothers allowed." to " Empty". Her feet walked on the soft rug of the hallway to be met with the smooth oak wood of the steps to the first floor of the house. Kevin, her snake of a brother, stood folding his arms as if she took an hour to get ready.<br/><br/>" Finally," He sighed as if it was painful.<br/><br/>" Finally? Finally what? I grew a brain?" Her mouth ran the words out without really thinking. Slytherines will be the death of her for sure.<br/>The fire place was roaring as flames licked the enclave, and flickered with each passing second.  Walking through fire never felt so much fun as this.  They stepped through the fire( now a bright green)   with their belonging, but mother did not follow. When they turned she was still at home. This was how it always went. Mother hated the leaky cauldron. It reminded her of father...at least that's what Kevin use to say.<br/><br/>The leaky cauldron was its usual self. People of the assorted kind talking about brewing, and magic. Kevin like the boy he still is ran off with his belongings to bring them up the stairs, and place them immediately in his reserved sleeping quarters. Her sigh left little to say.<br/><br/>Her feet carried her up the stairs to a room, where she dropped her belongings, and opened the door to her cat's cage. " Spaz, you better stay in this room, and not somehow end up in a stranger's lap. This is not Hogwarts yet."  The cat nodded his head as if in agreement. He must know how dangerous this place is. Sometimes he'll even speak to her...but she often feels creepy at the thought of telling someone this.<br/><br/>Wesley's Wizard Wheezes<br/><br/>She scurried back down the steps of the leaky cauldron nearly knocking into a young man who looked almost familiar to her. ( But not so much that it made her stop.) Once outside the leaky cauldron, her eyes were met with crowds of beings shopping for school supplies, or other such important items. Her first stop was the Wesley's shop.<br/><br/>The weasley shop has been one of the most traditional stops for any good Hogwarts wizard or witch. Typically, teachers avoid the place due to the history of the owners. Her feet trudged up to the front of the story. Game, witty sayings, and magical objects danced in the window displaying an irrevocable need to enter such a luring and mischief place. It was beckoning her like coffee to a morning worker.<br/><br/>Inside the shop various items littered the floor. She was looking for a particular tool to cause some interesting mischief with. Ron who was fairly famous with the wizarding world tended to take over Fred's part of the shop after his death. So it was still family run, and rather popular. She had a particular interest in this shop.<br/><br/>After turning towards the very back of the shop she found one of the items. A Self-Writing Quill. A essential tool for any sixth year student trying to make it through Hogwarts. Next, she walked up to the counter. She placed a few other various funny items that may be useful on the counter. " May I get a Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder." George gave her confused look before handing it to her. She left after that. Not many witches have read up on certain items sold there. Heck, most go for the stupid girly stuff.<br/><br/>Flourish and Blots booksellers<br/><br/>Her sense of humor would typically cause people to look at her strange. She managed to avoid the spectacle of her head of house petting Thanatos. A wolf that belonged to a man of whom was named Alex. Anybody in Ravenclaw house knew of the pair. She just did not want to be caught wandering the streets without supervision, if that was even needed.<br/><br/>She skedaddled into the flourish and blots store. It smelled like must, and wonderful books. Her hands felt over the smooth bindings between the books. The list of books that sixth year students needed were ; The book of spells grade sixth, Advanced potion making, A guide to advanced configuration, Advanced rune translation, Confronting the faceless, and Flesh-eating trees of the world. Though the last bit was hard to really think of as a book. It made her giggle. After wandering the store she had a moment as her hand wavered over a book. A wisp of dread contorted in her stomach. A feeling that was similar to the day a teacher says there was a test today, and she forgot to study...<br/><br/>The feeling lingered there for a few before she managed to scrounge up a few of the books.