Starlight

Chapter 2

I learned very quickly that if a person looked shifty, then make a run for it. I learned this by watching a general guy (who must have had an average pay judging by his clothes and the way he held himself) get mugged right in front of me, and the guys who did so looked about as shifty as it gets. I had been on the run for about a week, but not even a news report suggesting that I had gone missing; so it just proved that they didn't really want me.

Either that or they realized that child protective services would come in and check to see if I had been kidnapped. My room looked like a stereotypical place that you would keep a freshly kidnapped child. Probably what happened to be honest. I didn't even share their names. 

My owl was also probably the reason why no one attacked me. He had claws that were very sharp (but never seemed to scratch me) and could probably tear an eye out of someone with them by flying by. I got respect for it at least, enough that I had found out that anyone to attack the bird queen would be blacklisted and would have a list of their crimes and proof of them tied onto them when they were dropped off at the police station. Never mind the fact that they would probably need a trip to the hospital.

I got street cred because of a bird, because of my owl. One of the defining moments of my life, also the beginning of how I became a magical gangster, but that is a story for another time. Said street cred also got me a place to stay, and no one fucked with me; for obvious reasons. Another obvious reason was that I had gotten close to a mafia boss. He never had kids, so he looks after me like a daughter now.

My owl, however, knew where the hell it was going and led me straight into the Leaky Cauldron, where I could get me some supplies that were sorely needed for me to go. I also asked a couple of the locals in the bar how to get to platform 9 3/4. It should have occurred to me that they thought it looked sane to walk through a brick wall... I mean, it sounded crazy but who was I to say it was wrong. I had the thug life because of my owl and my new dad, so crazy was my life now. 

Luckily because I had been staying in the place, with my new 'family' I was totally clean and ready to kick ass. I will admit that I was learning how to street brawl from Demetri, and I will admit that my new family were the Russian mafia, but hey,  Anton's piroshki was pretty damn good and Zhannah was really good at braiding hair. Dad also taught me how to use a gun, it was a bonding experience.

Anyways, so wearing awesome braids and knowing that if anyone tried anything I could punch them where it hurt most - never mind the gun I had in my pocket - I confidently made my way down Diagon Alley wearing a hoodie and sweatpants after the barkeeper Tom let me through. Tom is now one of my favourites, and I recommend him to most people who have not met him. Anyone who thinks he is shit needs Tom in their lives because Tom is the shit. And most of the people looked at me weird but screw them, I am the best motherfucker in this bitch, ain't no fuckers gonna tell me otherwise (Coincidentally, I was not supposed to become friends with Sofia, because as innocent as her name sounds. She is very crude and swears a lot. I gained this trait from being in her presence for 10 hours). I, however, would not say that out loud, because if my dad heard about it I would be on dish duty for a week. And everyone eats. A lot.

As I walked into Gringotts - which had more lean to it than the leaning tower of Piza - I had to stand behind this couple with a kid around my age who all had the whitest blond hair I had ever seen. Like whiter than snow. Whiter than Demitri when Sofia realizes that he ate her share of piroshki. Of course, I had to stand right behind them waiting. They talk too loud, I don't wanna hear their family business, I ain't their family, I am just here to do business. They just need to shut the everliving fuck-

Oh hey, it's my turn to go up, that's why it went silent for so long!

"Good morning, you look like you eat your enemies for breakfast. Is that true?" Thanks to Sofia I had no mouth to brain filter. But it was fine as the - think the loudmouths called it a goblin (they were bad mouthing them) - did what I assumed to be a smile. I wasn't sure because they collectively had the biggest resting bitch face I had ever seen. Which was impressive, because I have seen Anton's and he looks like he is about to kill ten families then eat them. Then eat a puppy for dessert.