Marauder Charms (a love story)
Monique Tyler was just your average girl, that was until she turned eleven and her life was thrown in a blender hit mix and then attacked by well something. The point is her life was never the same since, she is a witch after all maybe a little different than your average one as well. The other thing that makes her life a little hectic her choice in company a couple of guys calling themselves the Marauders.
My Eleventh Birthday, one heck of a surprise.
My nameâ€™s Monique Tyler, I had flaming red hair that never ceased to amaze and a pair of bright blue eyeâ€™s Iâ€™d often been told where green, grey and on the occasion brown. I was eleven years old and I had just found out I was a witch.
If your thinking thatâ€™s the whole pointed hat, green skin and nasty temperament. Well firstly get a life and stop thinking that the Wizard of Oz is the only true witch. Because firstly last year I saw Wicked, changes a lot of things about that movie.
But thatâ€™s not the point, the point is. Stop thinking about all the stereotypes out there or Witches and Wizards and let me explain.
My birthday was two days ago. April 23rd. I was in the kitchen washing up when I heard a far amount of tapping on the window. Looking over at it I saw an Owl. What was weird was it was the middle of the day, well that and it was at my window. I mean that couldnâ€™t be normal, could it?
Like the slightly insane person I was I opened the window. Immediately the speckled brown owl flew in and landed on the marble counter. I started at the owl, itâ€™s leg was out. It took me a minute, okay it took me a few minutes to see that on that leg it had had a folded up piece of paper. Or was it a letter?
Whatever was on the leg I freed it. It was an old fashion envelope with fancy green script on the front. The Letter was addressed to me, right down to the location of my room. I flipped it over, on the back was a wax seal. It was in the shape of a crest with a H in the middle and four animals surrounding it. A Lion, an Eagle, a Snake and a Badger.
Carefully I pealed it off, after reading the letter I was sure my Jaw had it the floor. Hogwarts? Me a a a Witch? What the hell was going on?
My mother came in basically snatching the letter from me before I even got a chance to explain anything. Though really I wasnâ€™t sure what I would say.
â€œBut, but this p-place, Hogwarts it it canâ€™t be real,â€ My mother stuttered out. She was fussing about with her blonde hair.
â€œIâ€™ll uh Iâ€™ll be right back,â€ I told her not looking back before I ran next door. I had to tell someone, the only person I could trust. My best friend, Lily Evans.
I walked swiftly up the stones steps and to their egg shell coloured door and knocked. No time passed when the door opened and I caught the emerald eyes of my friend. I guess in mine something had to say I was feeling sick about something since with one look I was in her arms.
She took me outside, and I told her all about the past few minutes. Which was when she finally showed me she could grow a flower in her hand.
An hour later I left and went back into my house only to see an elderly man sitting on the old and batter blue couch with my mother. I saw he tense up when I walked in and the man turned to face me. He had a long silver beared and warm blue eyes, he seemed I donâ€™t know trustworthy? He told me all about magic, about Hogwarts his school, about muggleborns like myself. He was Albus Dumbledore and he said heâ€™ be back before September to help me get all my school supplies.
Apparently paper and pencils wouldnâ€™t cut it.
The Time past longer than I would have preferred before Dumbledore returned. I could tell mum wasnâ€™t too happy about his reappearance and was thinking of April as if it were a bad dream she had once. But me I was thrilled at the sight of him. So I waved my goodbyes and left we Dumbledore.
I was amazed by the place known as Diagon Alley. From everything to the Apothecaries to the people flying over head on broomsticks.
I guess there were a few stereotypes that were correct. Including one that had become my favourite, a wand. Which incidentally happened to be the only thing I needed to get.
Dumbledore said he had some business to attend to and left me in the dusty store. Olivanders making wands since 382BC, seemed pretty trust worthy then.
Someone was already in there. It was a boy with fairly shaggy black hair. He looked close to my age or at least the back of him did since that was all I could see of him. I waited there but patience was already getting the best of me. Thankfully the man that I figured must have been Olivanders looked up at me. He looked old with his white hair and few wrinkles that had set in though I doubted heâ€™d been around since 382bc. Guess it was a family business.
The shaggy haired guy turned around. He was pretty cute and had a pair of grey eyes that seemed to be assessing me. Olivander went behind the shelves lined with wands to get something I figured.
â€œSirius Black,â€ the boy smiled and stuck his hand out for me to shake.
â€œMonique Tyler,â€ I said shaking it.
â€œYou going to Hogwarts?â€ He asked, his voice was strong especially compared to mine which was awkward and weak.
â€œYeah, are you?â€
â€œFirst year,â€ he puffed his out proudly.
I resisted the urge to laugh at his stupidity.
â€œSee you at school then,â€ he said leaving a few galleons on the counter and leaving the store.
The older man returned with a tape measure in his hand which he used or it did itself anyway to take my measurements.
I tried quite the selection of wands, breaking a few glasses, knocking wands from shelves and getting hit by one in the process.
â€œYou difficult arenâ€™t you?â€ he said once we reached the twenty-seventh wand.
I was getting nervous now, what if I wasnâ€™t a witch? What if someone just made a mistake.
â€œTry this,â€ he handed me a long thing black box. Opening it up I saw a reddish tinged stick with a few engraving on the side. I delicately picked it up, golden light swirled around me as I did.
â€œTwenty-eight, thatâ€™s a new record,â€ he joked, at least I hoped he was joking.
I laughed un-easily but smiled down at my wand. â€œWhatâ€™s this one?â€
â€œTwelve and half inch, alder wood with a dragon heartstring itâ€™s surprising swishy.â€
â€œThanks,â€ I said handing him what I hoped was the correct amount of money. This whole knut, sickles, galleon thing was still confusing.
â€œAnytime, I know youâ€™re going to be a very powerful witch someday,â€ I smiled up at him before leaving the store back to the place I said Iâ€™d meet Dumbledore.