The Converse Princess

7- New

      I was tapped on my shoulder to wake me up, and unfortunately I didn't want to. When I did finally wake up I trudged down the plane stairs with my carry-on bags. I was left in shock on the landing ground; a women in a grey maids uniform ran up to me, offering the clear umbrella and holding it.

A man opened a door to a sleek black limo, that stretched on and on. Everything was so formal! Rita enters the limo, waving for me to follow. Quickly, with the maid keeping up, I walk to the car, slide in and stare at the interior in awe.

      Everything was sleek, beige leather inside, and a TV and mini bar and fridge had been placed inside as well. Never had I ridden in a limo, but already this was amazing and more than I ever asked for.

      Suddenly my phone beeped, signally a text message. I smile as I grab my phone and read the name; one of my guy friends from cadets had sent me a picture of them at the arena, all working on boots. Quickly I replied with a picture of outside, the rain hitting the window.

      Only then did I realize how beautiful London was, with the greenery and parks and old buildings. I could see Big Ben from where we were, and it was truly amazing. Huge red double decker busses filled the streets, and phone booths too. London was extraordinary, even in the rain.

We pass a few different buildings, most of them old and designed nicely. I stare out the window, blinking rapidly when we come to a halt at one stop light. Outside was a huge building, and out front was displays of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child play. I squeal loudly, opening the door and rushing to get a closer look.

Rita screams at me to get back in the limo, saying we can't be late for tea with the queen. I turn back, piercing her with a cold stare I gave my brothers when I wouldn't listen. "I wouldn't scream at me Ms Bones, if you do recall I am the princess," I smirk at her wide, terrified eyes; it's like she only just realized I wasn't some fourteen year-old girl, and I was going to be queen in a year.

I return to the displays, and smile broadly. Harry Potter had been a big part of my life for a year now, and I had at least three large boxes of Potter stuff being shipped here for my new room from my old one.

      "Please, your highness, we can't be late to tea with the queen," Rita was sounding worried, and I feared she would have a heart attack if I ran off down the street saying I wanted to see Big Ben and those tall men in black fuzzy hats.

        Sighing loudly, making it obvious I didn't want to leave, I finally walk back to her, and get in the car. She seems frustrated with me, and I can't say I won't be happy if I never see her again after today.

     We continue driving, until we reach a long path surrounded by large trees. The road branches off in two directions, in the centre a fountain. My eyes widen at the grounds; it had stopped raining now, and all the gardeners were out and about and working. Everything was so beautiful.

        We come to a stop outside a large building, and the door is opened. I step out, looking up and dropping my jaw. A castle- by god it was huge! Everything was intricately designed and large, details were everywhere.

     Different gardeners and maids had stopped their work to stare at me, a teen in a pair of jeans and flannel shirt, I did not fit in. Shrugging I slip up the stairs, someone grabbing my bags for me, and watch as the doors open for me.

      The main entrance was grand enough for me; stair cases and vases full of light pink flowers and maids and everything shone so brightly it looked like crystals. Everything was amazing in London.

      Rita's heels click against the floor as she enters, waving me along to follow. "I'll show you to your room, from there your maids can help you. You have tea with the queen in two hours, please use this time to get ready- you look horrid." She crumbles her nose at my messy attire. I give her a flat look and follow her, wanting to get rid of her as fast as possible.

We walk up a few flights of stairs, down two different halls before she stops and waves a hand to a double door. "Your room," she pushes it open, revealing a huge suit; there was a platform with my new bed on it, another room with a couch and TV, another with a table, a bathroom and a humungous closet. Rita closes the door behind me as I enter, squealing in delight when I see my boxes waiting to be unpacked.

I open the first box, one with bedding and pillows and pull the heavy comforter out, all with pillows and a Hogwarts blanket. A knock comes on my door, and two maids in grey dresses walk in, curtsy and smile. "Your highness," they say, English accent following through.

"Hey, help me out here. I wanna unpack and get my room set up." I tell them, pulling the gold comforter and pillows from the bed and throwing them to the floor, replacing them with the comforter of my own. The maids rush over, helping me and eventually doing the bed themselves.

"We'd love to, your highness, but the tea party is in two hours and you must get ready!" One with blonde hair says, fluffing a pillow frantically. The brunette nods.

"Whatever, I think my room is a tad bit more important. And please just call me Kaylin, and enough with the 'your highness', makes me feel old." And that I'm not exactly normal and ordinary and probably won't live a teenage life now.

"Of course, your– Kaylin," they smile sheepishly and help me set up my room. Posters and paintings are hung up, my merchandise is placed on shelves and my books are on display on a book case. My clothes get put in the closet, one that has way to many drawers and storage for me.

I put my uniform away, running my hand along the ranks and smiling before placing the boots on the floor under it. The maids help with the rest of my clothes, moving some of the dresses out of the way so there's room.

Everything gets finished, and when I look at my clock I have five minutes to be at tea, five minutes to get ready and get there, and five minutes to meet my grandmother. I shake my head and run back to the closet, pulling a new pair of jeans and a dress shirt and throwing it on, not realizing I'm wearing my converse and Slytherin bracelets.

I run down the stairs, maids and butlers following me as I run around the castle in a rush. I'm overpassed by a butler who runs in front of me and opens a door, revealing the beautiful gardens. I stop running, just a second to take a look before running down the path to where the gazebo is.

      I could see a butler, a maid, an old fancy women and a few others sitting around the table. The other people were looking rather disappointed and staring a clock, yes a clock in a gazebo.

      I stop running and walk up, smiling as I try to even my breathing. "Hey, sorry I'm late." I take a seat in one of the white chairs, smiling strangely at them before biting into a cookie.

      "So you must be my granddaughter, Kaylin yes? I've heard great things," when I look I see the queen, smiling proudly at me and sipping her tea like a queen should. God, I've got so much to learn before I become queen.

      "Well, that I am. Kaylin Adams, fourteen years-old. Y'know, I lived in Canada and it's pretty nice there but man is this garden amazing." Rambling was a thing I did when I got nervous, which was often.

The queen only smiles at me, sips her tea and carries on with her conversation. I stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt they're conversation by any means. I distract myself with the flowers surrounding us, as stare in amazement a them.

The others at the table stand, now and leave my grandmother and I alone. She turns to me, setting her cup down. "Now, tell me all about you and your life back in Canada." A smile breaks past my face, and instantly I tell her about home.