About Time

[Adalia St John S5]

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“Madam? Madam please wake up. You’re mother… she calls. Get up please madam.” The little houseelf squeaked – petrified. She knew there would be hell to pay for waking Adalia when she felt it was still time to sleep – but it was better than dealing with the Mistress if Adalia failed to show in a timely manner. She once more dared to reach up her small hand to shake Adalia’s little shoulder, as she lay in bed seemingly unaware. Unfortunately that was not the case, she found out as a hand reached up and gripped her wrist twisting painfully. Adalia sat up and glared at the houseelf releasing the poor creature after one more cruel twist. “Madam your mother summons you down the stairs. Big news she says. You will want to be there now. Please Madam go to her. In the small dining hall.” The elf said before bowing so low her nose looked to be crushed against the lush white carpeting of Adalia’s bedroom.

Grumbling the small girl pushed aside the pink silk sheets and made a mental note of which elf would be the next volunteer when she is practicing her spell work. A cruel smirk came to her face as she categorized the spells she would test on the unfortunate creature sent to rouse her so early in the day.

She trudged toward her closet purposely taking as much time as possible – she was at nobody’s beck and call – and that included her mother. Why in blue blazes her mother would dare summon her at such a gods forsaken hour anyways was beyond her. What possible news could not wait a few more hours while Adalia got her beauty rest? Whatever the reason she was hopelessly awake now and might as well go down to appease her mother – though she was in no rush.

She changed out of her pink silk pyjamas that went with her room and into a pair of black jeans and a white spaghetti strap top. After exactly one hundred strokes her hair was brush and she pushed the silky smooth black strands off her shoulders. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ Adalia skipped angrily down the stair making as much noise as possible before making her way to the small family dining room.

Her mother’s face was aglow when Adalia entered the room and she handed her a sealed cream envelope with the Hogwarts seal on the back. Adalia raised her eyebrow at stared at her mother as if she were nutters. “And what is the big news? Surely you did not have me awoken for a silly little letter we have been expecting my entire life? Because we all know this flimsy little thing could have waited until this afternoon right? It is no reason to pull me from my blissful dreams. So what is the big news?” Adalia asked sarcastically – knowing full well this is the whole reason she had been wrenched from sleep so soon.

“I'm sorry Dear I just… I was so happy. I assumed you would want to know right away… You can go back to bed if you like… I really am terribly sorry Princess.” Gabrielle St John was quick to apologize. Adalia felt a smirk of satisfaction tug at the corners of her lips but she decided to keep her face apathetic for now.

“No point – I'm up. Might as well begin my school shopping now. I will be back later in the evening.” She said in a dry tone before walking off toward the hall. “Have a driver waiting out front for me in ten minutes and breakfast waiting in the car.” She called over her shoulder to the houseelves she knew were standing nearby – just out of sight like any good servant.

[Adalia St John S5]

Exactly eight minutes after the instructions were given a car was waiting in front of the old castle that had been in the family for ages. Eleven minutes after the instructions Adalia Claire René Gabrielle St John emerged with a purse filled with all she would need including more galleons sickles and knuts than most wizarding families would be able to acquire in their entire lifetime. She slid into the backseat and began nibbling on her breakfast knowing that she would be delivered someplace acceptable without having to converse with the driver – either that or he would be looking for a new job by that evening with a tarnished resume.

“Here we are Madam.” The driver called back as they arrived in front of a posh looking mansion in downtown London and Adalia gave a small smile. This was a place she knew well and was almost always glad to be – they sold most anything you could want so long as you were deemed worthy. In fact, only those who knew specifically that it was in fact a shop could tell it was more than just a home. This not only meant that Adalia’s shopping needs were satisfied and the product was up to her high standard but also that she wouldn’t have to rub shoulders with those who were unworthy to even look at her (meaning common people). “Adalia, wonderful to see you. What brings you in this early in the morning my dear? Well whatever the reason it has been much too long since you were here. We had begun to fear you had taken to the floo and would not be visiting anymore. What can I help you with today my dear? A number of new novels have came out since you were last here – including a new author I am just dying to see your reaction to.” A greeter called cheerfully as Adalia stepped through the front doors.

“Good morning Charlotte. Yes it has been awhile but you know I would never resort to floo. Just thinking of stepping into a dingy fireplace makes my skin crawl. Of course we will be visiting the books – but later. First I am in search of a wand.” Adalia responded with a good natured smile as she began walking over to the room she knew would be filled to the brim with shelves upon shelves of wands knowing the sales woman would be a step behind ready to serve Adalia whenever the need should arise and two houseelves would be joining them shortly ready to carry all Adalia’s purchases.

The large doors swung open for Adalia as she approached and as expected the elves were in there waiting for the pair. Charlotte flicked her own wand at a chest of drawers and out popped a tape measurer which instantly began taking the small girl’s measurements on it’s own before coming to a rest before a particular set of shelves containing wands the size Adalia would be requiring. She and Charlotte walked over and began testing each wand individually looking for one that would be right for Adalia. They made small talk for a while – mainly about Adalia’s going to Hogwarts as the mound of wands pilled up beside her. Finally at about the twenty-fifth wand Adalia felt a calming warmth spread from her wand hand through the rest of her body and knew this was the wand she was to use for the next few years. It was a beautiful dark brown wand with reddish tones about eight inches long and a unicorn tail core. The handle at the end was carved intricately with pictures of dragons, Sphinxes, and little dots in the shape of the celestial pattern of Scorpio – it was perfect. Rather than have it wrapped up and carried for her like Adalia usually did with her acquisitions she simply had the box carried and kept the wand on her person while they went to another part of the mansion to find an appropriate sheath.