Independent [SS x OC ]

Chapter 5

Monday afternoon. I was on my way home from school. My mind was still a washing machine of questions about the whole prank that was being pulled. Yesterday I wrote down all of the questions I had about the whole thing. I kept the paper in my pocket the whole day and even added a few questions I thought of.

It was rather cold. I was unprepared when I got myself dressed, having only thrown on a sweater. When I stepped outside there was a thick layer of frost on the surfaces of everything. My throat burned with every breath I took. I could feel it travel to my lungs. I stepped back inside. I didn't have enough time to change completely but I did have time to open the closet and grab a thick scarf and my winter hat.

As I walked, I shoved my hands into my dark red sweater pockets and nuzzled my face into the grey knitted scarf. I held the paper tightly in my hand, making sure it didn't grow legs and escape.

As I approached the shop, I took my face out of my scarf and made sure I had a strong posture. I pulled my bare left hand out of my warm pocket and opened the door to the shop, the frozen knob sent chills down my spine. I walked in and looked up from the ground. The lady, Nora, looked at me as a smile snapped into existance.

"I have questions." I stated, walking up to the counter.

"I have something for you if you agree to go to Hogwarts if you're accepted." She responded. My eyebrow shot up.

"Still on that are you?" I retorted. She just smiled. I pulled out the piece of paper from my pocket and flattened it out on the counter.

I began to ask Nora the questions I had and she had an answer for all of them.

"Why isn't Hogwarts or the Ministry of Magic on Google? And why is it such a big secret, assuming it does exsist." I leaned on the counter, taking my hat off. The shop was nice and warm.

"We have to stay quiet about our exsistance because some muggles can't handle things they don't understand." she claimed.

"If I was supposed to go to Hogwarts why was I not informed?"

"I'm going to assume you moved just before your 11th birthday and never ended up getting a letter because no one knew where you were., so you missed your invitation." My eyes narrowed in thought.

"And my parents?"

"They are muggles, meaning they were born to non magic folk. Which, in tern means you are a muggle born witch."

We continued our conversation for at least 25 minutes. We were interupted by the door opening. The man who claimed to be the Minister of Magic walked in.

"Oh, Miss Moore, good to see you here. I have news." He announced.

"I'm becoming a little more convinced." I reported. He walked to the counter and set a folder down. It was thin, as if there was nothing in it.

"Before we get into this, is there anything you can do to prove to me that this is all real?" I asked, looking between the two of them. They looked at each other with a smirk.

"There is one thing we can do," Nora spoke as she gestured for me to follow her. I went behind the counter with her, Shaklebelt following behind. We went behind the curtain; I couldn't help but look at all of the rolls of fabric.

"Everything made is made in store with magic," Nora explained. The back room was far too big to be apart of the tiny building the shop was located in.

"Daisy, darling," Nora called. I heard footsteps coming towards us but saw no one.

"My house elf makes all of the clothes. Only witches and wizards can see house elves." She continued. I looked at her with questions swimming in my mind like restless fish.

The name of the shop kind of made sense now.

A small figure revealed itself in front of us. The being was very short and looked very sickly. It was thin and wearing a light brown pillowcase as clothes. I curiously looked at it, trying to fingure out what it was.

"Yes, miss Nora?" The thing asked. Its voice was a little raspy.

Nora smiled brightly and grabbed my wrist, bringing me to her side.

"This is Melody. She is doubting her magical ability. I thought it would be a good idea for you two to meet, seeing as muggles can't see you." The thing called Daisy looked at me with a gentle smile and bowed her head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Melody." I gave a weak smile.

"The pleasure is all mine," I said with sceptisism. The house elf them went back into the cluster of unfinished clothing. She came back with a crossbody bag that was brown with leather accents. She smiled up at me, holding it out for me to take it. I gave a small smile and took the bag.

"This is a magical bag, Miss. It has an expansion charm on it so you take anything want with you where ever you go."

I looked inside and reached inside, expencting to find the bottom of the bag. My eyes widened when I realized i was in elbow deep into the bag with out being anywhere near the bottom of the bag.

"What the hell...?" I said to myself, shoving the rest of my arm inside, still with no sign of the bottom. I flailed my arm inside. It was as if there was a whole empty room inside. Just empty space.

"This is impossible..." I muttered.

"It's magic," Nora said. I looked up at the dark skinned man behind me. He just smiled.I took my arm out of the bag and looked at it once more.

"This is -- for me?" I asked, looking down at the house elf. She smiled and nodded.

"I think I believe now..." I commented, holding the bag close to me.