The Foreigner {Fred Weasley x OC}

2.

 After talking to me for what felt like hours, Mr Barkwith says that we can head back downstairs to meet with Nightwell.

"Just wait a moment there, Green," Barkwith says as I grab the door handle. I stand still there and wait patiently for wait ever he needs to do. As I hold the handle, I feel a weight lifted off me. I can't seem to remember why I was feeling so down. I can barely remember why I have even come to this place.

"Alright, come on now, Ms Green." Mr Barkwith takes the handle out of my hand and opens the door himself.

He takes me back downstairs where the man who had brought me here earlier is waiting, "Clarence, looks like you'll be taking a trip abroad!" Barkwith claps the brooding man on the shoulder, "I've already sent an owl to Albus explaining everything." He leans closer to Nightwell, "She'll be needing a trip to Diagon Alley once you get there. I've already spoken to Tom at the Leaky Cauldron for living accommodations until the school year starts."

All these new strange words swim in my head. Was I really going to be leaving to live in Scotland already? I barely know what's happening to me here in America and now they want to ship me off to a country completely unknown to me.

Mr Barkwith whispers one last thing in Nightwell's ear that was so quiet I can't make it out. The dark-haired man nods understandingly.

"Let's go, kid." He says grumpily to me. Obviously, he had not gotten any more sleep than I had. Now that it is daytime, the nameless man I now know as Clarence Nightwell has slightly cleaned up his hair and the scars on his face have become more visible in the light.

I trail on his heels, walking slowly to absorb all that is happening around me. People in odd clothing walk by me on all sides of the large hall. I have to bob and weave in order to keep up with Clarence. We also pass a few strange-looking creatures that look like the dirtier version of elves from fantasy books. These creatures are dressed in nothing better than rags and are doing the dirty work for the wizards around us like polishing what I now realize are wands and mopping up floors.

"So how are we going to get across the ocean?" I say with peaked curiosity as if none of my fears from before ever existed.

"We're going to fly."

"Fly!" An uncontrollable grin grows on my face. When Clarence looks over his shoulder at me he kills my good mood, "Don't get too excited. It's nothing new to you."

"You mean we're just taking a plane?" I ask as we pass through the front doors of the building and make our way into the 'No-maj' world, "Isn't there some type of wizard travel we could use? Why can't we do what you did to me earlier?"

"Keep your voice down." Clarence hisses and falls back to walk at the same pace as me, "It's too far to apparate, especially with two people."

"What's a 'Leaky Cauldron'?" I ask which only earns me a groan in response from Clarence and something that sounds like this is going to be a long trip.

"Clarence-" The older man snaps his head to look in my direction with a scowl, "That's Nightwell to you, Green."

"Oh - uh- Nightwell, I don't have any clothes. I don't really want to travel to Scotland in my pyjamas." I look down at my silky pants and my graphic T-shirt.

"What's in your bag then?" He looks over my shoulder at my backpack. I bite the inside of my mouth, "Um... Clothes." I smile sheepishly, "But they aren't going to last me very long unless you want me to smell as if I haven't bathed in six months."

Nightwell grumbles under his breath and runs his fingers across his face to smooth his brow line, "You won't be needing clothes until we arrive in London."