Piercing gaze

Weasel vs Ferret

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Chapter II

August 14th, 1992- Diagon Alley, London, England, Great Britain

Why? Oh why, does this always happen? All that Vera wanted was to get what she needed and then hide out in her home with her wolf and sister. Though she could do without her sister's cocky cat. But no she had to come out for her school books on the exact day that Gilderoy Lockhart is having his bloody book signing.

There was a line leading out of Flourish and Blotts into the alley blocking the paths of many bystanders. But the worst part of it was the fact that the line was mainly made up of middle-aged females who had lackluster lives and felt the need to put themselves out there believing that Lockhart would spice up their lives for them. Pathetic. Though Vera couldn't say she was surprised to see the Weasley matriarch in line. She even puffed her hair up and fixed her shirt as if that would give off the illusion of slim and not having the body that had endured grueling hours of labor for seven healthy children.

Vera looked over at her sister, who only looked back both with exasperation in their eyes. Then they forced their way into the store gathering all their books for the coming year and avoided the line for the puffed up poultry man. It took far too long for Vera's liking and she can even feel Magick and Death getting fed up with all the simmering miscreants and they are omnipotent beings. They shouldn't be able to feel aggravated with the man and these idiots surrounding them.

Though it was as if the cosmic beings or God or whatever ruled the world was out there to hate her. Because if it wasn't bad enough that she had to see the Weasleys and Lockhart but she saw the Potters walk in and head start for the front of the line.

Vera sighed in exasperation if there was anything she hated about her sperm and egg donors it would have to be the fact that they were obviously greedy. Maybe not for money, but certainly for fame. What kind of parent would push their child into the limelight if they themselves didn't want to be famous?

But she digressed. It wasn't like it was any of her business what the Potters did. Of course, she never truly cared to begin with but she would hope that what her biological parents did never reflected on her and her parenting when her and her mates decided to procreate. Simply walking around the shop was difficult with the cluttering of people. Though she honestly thought she would have had a slightly easier time of getting around with her petite frame but no these adults were ... uhm, bumper to bumper, so to speak. All clustered together hoping to get their five minutes of fame with Lockhart.

She had grabbed two sets of Lockhart's books which had been set aside for the Hogwarts students and kept away from the public. Once that was done and she got herself out of the rat pack and gathering the rest of her and Cypress's books. Her sister sent her a knowing smirk as she scowled with all those around her. As she headed towards the counter she tried to clear her mind and allow all those problematic things wash away. Though she believed the teller to be a fangirl when the only thing she looked at was the back of Goldilocks precious blonde waves.

Pathetic, she thought to herself as she simply left the galleons and a couple sickles on the counter before her.

It was on her way out that she saw something that was worth her attention.

The weasel patriarch and Lord Malfoy were arguing. Though father weasel looked about ready to go a round with Mr. Malfoy. It was a miracle to her that it was only their youngest child was an uncivilized ignorant moron. But then again she had never met the girl, so who knows if all their offspring were spared.

Though what truly got her attention was the feeling of Marvolo around the group. She wasn't completely sure just what it was that gave off that sense, but if it is something that affects her alpha mate then she needed to get to the bottom of the problem. Though if there was one thing that Vera knew about herself it was that she was never hasty.