= Wands High =

Chapter 2 - 7 May 1998, Thursday

- Very perceptive. What other deductions have you made?

Shaking his head, Daynen simply went back to his guitar, plucking a few more chords, though he turned his head back to the girl a moment later.

- I thought you people were coming here AFTER our visit to Britain.

- Well, obviously you thought wrong.

Instead of a response he just played a triplet of obnoxious sounding chords.

- Are you not able to have a normal conversation without that thing or is it a regular custom to greet someone this way around these parts?

The guitar screeched as he pulled one of the strings almost to its breaking point.

- Listen, sunshine, I came here to chill a bit after a hard night's work and you invade my privacy and insult me with every sentence that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, what do you want from me?

- Clearly something that is beyond what you can offer, it seems. A normal conversation, for instance.

- Okay, you are really starting to tick me off...

- Hey, I've been meaning to ask you about that muggle song cover that Ender suggested. What if we just change the lyrics a little bit, you know like that other thing from ba-

Orianna took her gaze away from the pieces of parchment she was carrying, her bass guitar still on her back along with the backpack that always accompanied her.

- Orianna Firethorne – she said in the end putting her hand out there after the awkward silence. – I play the thing with this one here.

- Hermione Granger.

- Oh, you're from Hogwarts? You guys are here already?

Daynen almost chuckled when the girl rolled her eyes at Orianna, who, though a professional at eye rolling herself, wasn't much of a fan when it came to her being at the receiving end of it.

- Yeees, Orianna. Didn't you knooow?

- You be quiet, junior, before I break your head with your own guitar!

- Pretty aggressive...

He decided to end it there due his better judgment.

- It has been a delightful conversation, but some of us actually have things to do in the morning – the Hogwarts girl added eventually. – Good luck with your song, Mr. Snob Musician.

- What is HER problem? – Orianna said flustered once it was just the two of them. – And weren't we going there?

- Apparently, it's them coming here first, Anna. And there is no guarantee we will be going anywhere, need I remind you for the tenth time this week?

- Call me Anna one more goddamn time, I dare you.

- Can you just listen to this, please, instead of looking for various ways of decapitating me?

He played the riff and then started with the solo, but still couldn't figure out how it ended.

- Needs work – she simply proclaimed. – Plus, if I wanted to injure you, I'd just use a wand, not a guitar. Or even better, a fist to that all-knowing, smug face of yours.

- Ain't my fault I was born with a gift – he said. – Or gifts. You know, according to some, it's several gifts.

- Don't you put your moves on me, douchebag. Your jedi mind tricks won't work on this woman.

- I thought you didn't like that muggle stuff.

- Dude, it's "Star Wars". It's different.

- You are one weird female specimen, that's for sure.