In the beginning of the end, she will be born upon the darkest night onto those who seek the light. She will be born of undreamt power and will lead her allies to a grand victory. Many shall try to deceive her but all will fail. So it is written it...
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"Yes Tony, I went shopping." I repeated as I walked into the apartment with my phone tucked between my ear and my shoulder as I carried various shopping bags in my hands.
"You call that shopping? You barely made a dent in your weekly allowance." He scoffed and I rolled my eyes.
"Remind me again why my mom even let you give me a weekly allowance?" I asked setting the bags on the floor once I got to the living room where Sirius was sitting on the floor watching TV.
"Because your mother agreed that kids need pocket money."
"$3,000 a week is not pocket money, it's a pay check." I reminded him as I went to the fridge to grab a water and throw my empty hot chocolate cup away.
"It's how much I got for allowance." He muttered and I just shook my head.
"Well thank you Tony, I appreciate it, really." I smiled.
"No problem kiddo, call me if you need anything." He laughed.
"I will, goodbye. Oh and good luck on that press conference later!"
"Press conference...oh shit! Thanks for reminding me. Gotta go." He said frantically before handing up the phone.
"Hey Sirius, I got you some new stuff." I called over my shoulder while grabbing the stuff to make lunch from the fridge.
"You did?" He asked confused an I turned to look at him
"Yeah, you need more clothes. You can't just wear mine all the time." I shrugged.
"Do you need me to pay you ba-"
"No, I'm good. I've got more than enough in my account." I smiled before grabbing the bags from in front of the door and bringing them over to him as his eyes widened.
"This is far to much. Some of this has to be for you." He said and I shook my head.
"My bags are over there." I said pointing to the four bags on the floor then I gestured to the nine bags at my feet.
"I kind of guessed your size so whatever doesn't fit I can just return tomorrow." I explained and he hesitantly nodded.
"Also, I know you love your long hair but it needs to be cut." I added and he looked up at me like I'd just threatened his life.
"What's wrong with my hair?!" He gasped dramatically as he put his hands on his head.
"Not all of it, just the dead ends, I promise. We can even try to find a Muggle place to cut it." I offered.
"Actually, do you think you could do it? I've been making Muggle news recently and I don't want anyone to recognize me." He explained and I nodded.
