"What are you listening to?"
"Wires by The Neighborhood."
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Brianna Snape knew that ever since she entered Hogwarts, her father wanted her to befriend a certain blonde, but when Bri and Draco end up becoming each other's worst nightmares, Lucius and...
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"Hey, Ivanka?" I called, gulping a piece of pastry from the kitchen.
The blonde was walking in front of me, a bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar, cinnamon and strawberries in her hand, spooning her breakfast into her mouth. She wore a charcoal grey chunky sweater layered over a white turtleneck, an olive green short skirt with ripped up stockings and heavy duty black boots.
"What's up, gorgeous?" She answered, mouth full of oatmeal.
"Where are we going?"
"Funny you ask, I normally just pick a portkey and hope it takes me somewhere fun." She placed her breakfast down on a random coffee table and just as she walked away, the bowl vanished from its spot.
"I... How-" Before I could even finish my sentence, Ivanka laughed.
"Magic, pretty girl, magic."
We continued walking until we reached a bunch of pots and tea kettles. Portkeys, I thought, never really used to the way they were all objects used in day to day life.
"Hmmm...." Ivanka wiggled were fingers with her eyes closed and waved her arm back and forth. "Let's go with... This one." Her hand landed on a silver high heel shoe.
She grabbed my hand and placed it on the shoe along side hers, and with a whirl of wind, and almost throwing up again, we landed in an alleyway, the sound of people chattering and walking quickly filling our ears.
"Ivanka? Where are we?" I asked, following her as she walked down the alley and towards the bustling people.
"I..." She laughed. "I actually don't know."
"You-You don't know?!" I basically shrieked. How could she be so casual!?
"Nope and honestly I don't care, now let's GO!" Ivanka grabbed ahold of my wrist and hurried me out into the crowds of people.
I allowed Ivanka to pull me through groups of pedestrians, weaving in and around others, just taking me wherever she wanted to go.
We found a small shoe shop and walked inside.
"It's so..." She started, but didn't finish, her voice seeming to fade away.
I looked up and around on the ceiling, admiring the gorgeous diamond chandelier, but while I was taking in the sight, Ivanka started to hit at my arm.
"What?" I quickly questioned, looking at her, but my gaze shifted when I saw that she was looking straight ahead, trying to contain a piercing laugh.
