THE LONELY GATE HOUSE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 6
Letters from home arrived only once a week at Droorlily. They arrived Wednesdays by lunch. A large post man, who reminded Sasporilla very much of Hagrid, brought a full bag of letters and parcels from home. Owls delivered to a central postal station in Galway and the post was held for the special once a week delivery. Sasporilla was so excited to get letters from friends, and family and a post card from Karry!
Dear Sasporilla;
Zac and I went to Tahiti to start our Honeymoon. The beaches were so peaceful and beautiful. By the time you get this we'll have moved on to Hawaii. Hope you're enjoying Droorlily.
With love
Karry and Zac Curtiss
Sasporilla was happy Karry had written but she was surprised Karry had found the time. Honeymoons were for romance and site seeing. The next letter was from Melvin Lazarus.
My Dear Sasporilla;
It's Melvin Lazarus. I honestly have not stopped thinking about you since the night we kissed. I know that I shocked you when I told you I love you. Maybe I really jumped the gun by saying it. Especially since you're a bit older than me. I do love you though. Truly love you with all my heart and soul. So much so that I wrote you a poem.
Sasporilla is sweet and bubbly
Like the soda pop she's named for
Her lavender eyes are beauty doubly
Like you've never seen before
Her hair is as pink as my grand mothers mink
And her face is beauty incarnate
Her smile is the link that will make you think
And I love her all to darn it!
I'm sorry it's not very good, but I'm not very much of a poet. Oh! I got a guitar for Christmas from my grand mother and I'm learning to play so we can jelly some time! Or is it jam? I know it's not Marmalade! Any way I'll not keep you my darling. I just wanted you to know that I do love you and I'm always thinking of you. I fight for strength every second of my life to continue on without you. Wow that was good! Maybe I'll try and make that a song.
With all my love
Melvin
Sassy laughed at the sweetness of Melvins awkwardness. Love was a such a strong emotion. Korry had thought he loved her but walked away when he discovered he loved Maddy more. Perhaps what they felt was just infatuation. Saying that made it easier to let Korry go, no matter how she still felt about him, or how confused she was feeling strongly for Melvin.
"Hey it's da t'rilla Sasporilla!" Murphy said sitting in beside her. "Our afternoon druids class is canceled. Professor O'Dowd lost an argument wit' a willow tree. We're talkin' 'bout headin' in ta da Old Rún Market."
"What's that?" Sasporilla asked.
"It's da big wizard market in Galway." Murphy laughed. "Like yer digalong valley."
"Diagon Alley!" Sasporilla laughed.
"What ever!" Murphy said. "Are ya in?"
"Sure." Sasporilla smiled. "Why not."
Since the only ones with their own brooms were Sasporilla and Michael and like Hogwarts, the fire places were off the flew network for security reasons, they decided to aparate there and back. As Sasporilla was the only one who had never been there Murphy had agreed to take her. All eight of the sixth years walked out through lonely gatehouse and stood on the island facing Galway.
"Alright see you there." Michael smiled as he disappeared from view.
One after another popped out of sight.
"Ok Sassy hold on tight." Murphy said as Sassy did just as she was told.
"Don't want to get splinched." Sasporilla smiled.
"Well yes." Wendy smiled. "But I really just wanted a hug."
The air stretched and snapped as Wendy Murphy aparated to the Old Rùn Market. They appeared in an alley across from a shop that was painted bright orange. The sign read "Galway Woolen Market".
"Is this the Rùn Market?" Sasporilla asked looking up and down the street.
"No this is still part of the muggles shopping area." Murphy smiled taking Sassy by the hand and pulling her across the street. "We need to go inside here."
Inside the shop was a vast selection of knit wear and woolen things. Sassy watched as everyone grabbed a sweater off the wrack and lined up at the dressing rooms.
"Grab a sweater." Murphy said to Sasporilla who grabbed the first one she found. "When it's your turn, just hang it on the hook."
Murphy stepped inside the dressing room and the door clicked closed behind her. Within thirty seconds the door clicked and nudged open. Sasporilla opened it and peeked in. Wendy Murphy was gone! Sasporilla stepped inside and closed the door behind her until the latch clicked. Sassy hung the sweater on the hook, which lowered under its weight. A click came from the back of the dressing room and the mirrored wall swung open to reveal the Rùn Market beyond. Sasporilla stepped through the door way into the Market. The sweater slipped from hook and dropped behind the bench through a slot in the floor, causing the door to close, resetting the passage way for the next witch or wizard to pass.
"There you are!" Murphy said grabbing Sasporilla by the hand and pulling her along behind. "Hope you brought your knuts and sickles! Der's alot a grand shops here!"
The shops were similar to the ones in Diagon Alley. They had a witch/wizard supply shop, a broom shop and a book shop called O'Hennesy's. Murphy pulled Sassy into Periwinkles Magical Ice Creams.
"Good afternoon ladies." A young man in a smock behind the counter smiled as they walked in.
"Ice cream in January?" Sasporilla asked.
"Best fekin ice cream you'll ever have." Wendy said.
Sasporilla looked at the hundreds of different flavors. Besides the standard chocolate, vanilla and Bug Berry, Periwinkles also offered such flavors as Pumpkin Pasty, butter beer and Bertty Bots every flavor beans!
"Every lick you take tastes different!" The young man behind the counter said. "It's my personal favorite!"
"I'm afraid I'm not that fond of Bertty Bots." Sasporilla said. "Ever since I got a vomit flavored one."
"Well flavors do you like darlin'?" The young man asked.
"I'm quite fond of lemon." Sasporilla smiled.
"Alright den I can fix ya a treat that ye'll not soon forget if ye'll trust me?"
"And if I don't like it?" Sasporilla asked.
"Then ya can smush it my face and not a penny fer it!" The boy smiled.
"You have a deal." Sassy laughed.
"And what can I get ya Murphy?" The young man asked.
"Jaysus I wondered if ya even saw me over the pretty smile a my friend here." Wendy laughed.
"Oh! Are you two together?" The young man asked.
"Yes." Sasporilla smiled a tad confused. "We came in together."
"No he's asking if we're a couple." Wendy laughed.
"Oh!" Sasporilla blushed. "No! I like boys."
"Good." The young man smiled. "Well Murphy what'll ya have?"
"Hot chocolate and brownie sundae." Murphy smiled. "Extra hot, wit' whipped cream and nuts."
The young man made Murphys first. It was made in a beaker the size of a bowl and contained ice cream that steamed! The young man made Sasporillas next and it contained Yellow, blue and orange scoops of ice cream with whipped cream and three cherries.
With great pride in his frozen confectionery creations the young man placed long spoons in both and handed them to the young ladies who stood across the counter.
Sasporilla took a small spoonful with a bit of each colour on it as well as some whipped cream on the end. The first taste to flood her pallet was lemon, followed by orange then into something she couldn't identify. It was tart and sweet like the other two but not a citrus it was?????
"Blue Raspberry." The young man smiled.
"This is absolutely bloody delightful!" Sassy laughed. "So tart, and sweet and creamy. It's the perfect combination!"
"What a shame!" Wendy said. "I wanted to see her shmush it yer face Warren."
"I'm sure ya did Wendy!" The young man said. "By da way, I'm Warren Kelly. Michael is me cousin!"
"Pleased to meet you Warren." Sassy said putting her spoon down in the bowl and holding out her hand in friendship. "I'm Sasporilla Bucket."
Warren took Sassys hand and kissed the top of it.
"How Gallant!" Sasporilla said.
"He's as gallant as hungry werewolf." Wendy warned. "His intentions are far less dan honorable."
"Thanks for the warning." Sasporilla laughed.
"Allroit yer in fer t'ree knuts and two sickles each." Warren smiled.
"A deal at twice the price Sasporilla said putting her change up on the counter along with Wendys. "Thanks for the taste treat."
The other shops in the market had some interesting things. The robes with Celtic knot work in them reminded him of her cloak. Perhaps this is where it had come from.
"I think my Cloak might have come from this shop." Sasporilla said.
"I can see dat." Murphy smiled. "They supply many wizarding shops with celtic wear."
"Next time we come back I'll bring more money." Sasporilla said. "Maybe I'll pick up some clothes."
"Clothes shopping woohoo!" Wendy laughed.
"Do you have anything from this shop?" Sassy asked.
"Jaysus no." Wendy said. "Most a my clothes are muggle clothes. My family are workin' people. We can't afford stuff like dis. Most Irish people struggle to make do and get by. We're not the richest country Sassy."
"I grew up living in a room above a pub." Sasporilla said. "My bed was in an old book case nook in a wall. I couldn't even stretch out after a while."
"Wow!" Wendy frowned. "I shared a bed with my t'ree sisters, but at least it was a full bed. Dough our cribbs were...."
"Beauraux drawers?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes!" Wendy laughed. "How did you know?"
"Mine was too." Sasporilla smiled.
"Proud to be the poor girls!" Wendy said taking Sassys arm as the walked on.
Morovers Wands was not one of the premier wand shops in the UK but Sasporilla wanted to see it. The door creaked open revealing the over crowded dark musty shop inside. A young woman stood from behind the counter.
"A customer!" The young woman smiled surprised. "Welcome to Morovers, how can I help you."
"I'm just looking." Sasporilla said. "I'm interested in wands and wand making so I love to visit wand shops."
"Well we carry many wands from wand makers all over the world, plus of course, a fine selection of wands made by our own master wand maker, Finigan Morover. My father."
"Cool." Sassy said looking over the wands in the display case. They had a much mote natural look. Some still had the bark still on them! "What kind of cores dose your father use?"
"We use the traditional cores, like crystals and metal filaments as well as the modern cores taken from magical creatures." The woman smiled.
"Nice." Sasporilla smiled. "I did a couple of summers apprenticing with Garrik Olivander before he closed up shop."
"We just got a shipment from Olivanders." The young woman said. "All the shops are buying up his stock. The shop is probably never going to reopen."
"I know." Sassy said. "It's very sad. I really liked him."
"Would you like to meet my father?" The woman asked.
"I would." Sasporilla smiled.
"Da!" The woman shouted in to the back. "Da, there's a young lady studying wand makin' up here."
"So." A voice said from the back.
"So she'd like ta meet the esteemed Finagen Morover, ya nasty ol' bastard." The young woman laughed.
An older man walked out from the back knocking over a pile of wands along the way.
"All right here I am." Finigan Morover said. "What do ya want?"
"She just wanted to meet you, ya ol' feker. Be gracious and say hello." The woman smiled.
"Hello." Finigan said.
"Hi sir," Sassy smiled holding out her hand, "I'm Sasporilla Bucket. I am studying to be a wand maker."
"Are ya?" Finigan asked. "Why?"
"I love wands." Sasporilla said. "They've always fascinated me. Even if I don't really need one anymore."
"A witch that don't need a wand?" Finigan asked.
"I'm part elf so..." Sasporilla snapped her fingers and straightened the pile of wands that had fallen to floor. "... I can do some magic just by snapping my fingers."
"Well I should just shut the fekin shop when witches don't need wands anymore."
"Most do, Da," the young woman said, "so don't be such a fekin drama queen. She said she was part elf fer fek sakes."
"How did ya get ta be 'part' elf?" Morover asked.
"A forbidden love in my family tree, a long, long time ago." Sasporilla said proudly.
"Well dat I understand." Finigan Morover said. "Her ma is from Belfast and a Protestant."
"Yes I'm aware of the stigma that would hold here and why." Sasporilla said. "I face a lot of hassle for being English and though I know I've done nothing personally, I understand why."
"Yer a smart girl Sasporilla Bucket." Morover smiled. "Yer studyin at Droorlily?"
"I'm an exchange student for the semester. " Sasporilla said. "I study at Hogwarts and plan to do my university in Avalon if I can get accepted."
"Big goals." Finigan Morover said. "An' expensive ones at that. You'll have a tough time makin' yer money back from that tuition sellin and repairin wands!"
"I'd rather be a poor wand maker than a rich miserable ministry of magic employee." Sasporilla smiled.
"I'd rather be a rich wand maker like Olivander." The young woman laughed.
"Na," Wendy Murphy said, "yer gonna be the greatest rock star of all time Millicent Morover!"
"Are ya tryin ta woo me Wendy Murphy?" Millicent Morover asked.
"Is it workin'?" Wendy asked.
"It just might be." Millicent smiled.
"Well den," Wendy smiled. "What ya doin after work?"
"If I'm lucky I'll be dancin an' havin' some fun!" Milicent said.
"When do ya get off?" Wendy asked.
"Let me grab my purse." Millicent said.
"Who'll run the shop?" Finigan protested.
"You'll have ta Da!" Millicent laughed. "Considering we haven't had a person since before school started I don't tink yer gonna have a problem."
"I'd be happy to help in the shop while you two go have some fun." Sasporilla said.
"Yer kidden aint ya?" Millicent asked.
"No I quite love wand shops." Sasporilla smiled. "Not to mention I'd just be an awkward third wheel while you two do your thing and your father can always use a hand."
"See dare!" Finigan Morover said. "Dis must be my real daughter! Stolen from da hospital and replaced wit da likes you, ya feckless tankless little feker. Go on you piss off an' let da real wand people do da work!"
"Fine." Millicent smiled. "Have fun doing nothing in this musty ol' shop."
Millicent had been right. There was no business and nothing to do. Mr.Finigan fell asleep in the back listening to the wireless. It was close to eight by the time Millicent and Murphy returned to the shop.
"Have fun?" Sasporilla asked.
"Had a blast." Wendy Murphy smiled. "You?"
"It was rather boring but I dusted and polished the wands in the case." Sasporilla said. "I noticed on your price list you have no pricing for wand polishing and maintenance?"
"Na we don't offer dat service." Millicent said.
"Why not?" Sasporilla asked.
"It's a frill people don't have the money fer." Millicent Morover frowned.
"If people knew they could keep a wand for their whole lives, without replacement, by getting regular maintenance they just may budget for it."
"It's a good suggestion." Millicent smiled. "I'll run it past my da in the mornin'."
Millicent kissed Wendy good night and locked the door behind Sassy and Murphy as they left.
"I figured ya may be hungry." Murphy said handing Sasporilla something wrapped in paper and foil.
"I'm starved thanks!" Sasporilla said opening it. It was a polish sausage on a bun. "I know yer into sausages."
"Wendy Murphy!" Sasporilla gasped. "Yer a feckless fecker."
Letters from home arrived only once a week at Droorlily. They arrived Wednesdays by lunch. A large post man, who reminded Sasporilla very much of Hagrid, brought a full bag of letters and parcels from home. Owls delivered to a central postal station in Galway and the post was held for the special once a week delivery. Sasporilla was so excited to get letters from friends, and family and a post card from Karry!
Dear Sasporilla;
Zac and I went to Tahiti to start our Honeymoon. The beaches were so peaceful and beautiful. By the time you get this we'll have moved on to Hawaii. Hope you're enjoying Droorlily.
With love
Karry and Zac Curtiss
Sasporilla was happy Karry had written but she was surprised Karry had found the time. Honeymoons were for romance and site seeing. The next letter was from Melvin Lazarus.
My Dear Sasporilla;
It's Melvin Lazarus. I honestly have not stopped thinking about you since the night we kissed. I know that I shocked you when I told you I love you. Maybe I really jumped the gun by saying it. Especially since you're a bit older than me. I do love you though. Truly love you with all my heart and soul. So much so that I wrote you a poem.
Sasporilla is sweet and bubbly
Like the soda pop she's named for
Her lavender eyes are beauty doubly
Like you've never seen before
Her hair is as pink as my grand mothers mink
And her face is beauty incarnate
Her smile is the link that will make you think
And I love her all to darn it!
I'm sorry it's not very good, but I'm not very much of a poet. Oh! I got a guitar for Christmas from my grand mother and I'm learning to play so we can jelly some time! Or is it jam? I know it's not Marmalade! Any way I'll not keep you my darling. I just wanted you to know that I do love you and I'm always thinking of you. I fight for strength every second of my life to continue on without you. Wow that was good! Maybe I'll try and make that a song.
With all my love
Melvin
Sassy laughed at the sweetness of Melvins awkwardness. Love was a such a strong emotion. Korry had thought he loved her but walked away when he discovered he loved Maddy more. Perhaps what they felt was just infatuation. Saying that made it easier to let Korry go, no matter how she still felt about him, or how confused she was feeling strongly for Melvin.
"Hey it's da t'rilla Sasporilla!" Murphy said sitting in beside her. "Our afternoon druids class is canceled. Professor O'Dowd lost an argument wit' a willow tree. We're talkin' 'bout headin' in ta da Old Rún Market."
"What's that?" Sasporilla asked.
"It's da big wizard market in Galway." Murphy laughed. "Like yer digalong valley."
"Diagon Alley!" Sasporilla laughed.
"What ever!" Murphy said. "Are ya in?"
"Sure." Sasporilla smiled. "Why not."
Since the only ones with their own brooms were Sasporilla and Michael and like Hogwarts, the fire places were off the flew network for security reasons, they decided to aparate there and back. As Sasporilla was the only one who had never been there Murphy had agreed to take her. All eight of the sixth years walked out through lonely gatehouse and stood on the island facing Galway.
"Alright see you there." Michael smiled as he disappeared from view.
One after another popped out of sight.
"Ok Sassy hold on tight." Murphy said as Sassy did just as she was told.
"Don't want to get splinched." Sasporilla smiled.
"Well yes." Wendy smiled. "But I really just wanted a hug."
The air stretched and snapped as Wendy Murphy aparated to the Old Rùn Market. They appeared in an alley across from a shop that was painted bright orange. The sign read "Galway Woolen Market".
"Is this the Rùn Market?" Sasporilla asked looking up and down the street.
"No this is still part of the muggles shopping area." Murphy smiled taking Sassy by the hand and pulling her across the street. "We need to go inside here."
Inside the shop was a vast selection of knit wear and woolen things. Sassy watched as everyone grabbed a sweater off the wrack and lined up at the dressing rooms.
"Grab a sweater." Murphy said to Sasporilla who grabbed the first one she found. "When it's your turn, just hang it on the hook."
Murphy stepped inside the dressing room and the door clicked closed behind her. Within thirty seconds the door clicked and nudged open. Sasporilla opened it and peeked in. Wendy Murphy was gone! Sasporilla stepped inside and closed the door behind her until the latch clicked. Sassy hung the sweater on the hook, which lowered under its weight. A click came from the back of the dressing room and the mirrored wall swung open to reveal the Rùn Market beyond. Sasporilla stepped through the door way into the Market. The sweater slipped from hook and dropped behind the bench through a slot in the floor, causing the door to close, resetting the passage way for the next witch or wizard to pass.
"There you are!" Murphy said grabbing Sasporilla by the hand and pulling her along behind. "Hope you brought your knuts and sickles! Der's alot a grand shops here!"
The shops were similar to the ones in Diagon Alley. They had a witch/wizard supply shop, a broom shop and a book shop called O'Hennesy's. Murphy pulled Sassy into Periwinkles Magical Ice Creams.
"Good afternoon ladies." A young man in a smock behind the counter smiled as they walked in.
"Ice cream in January?" Sasporilla asked.
"Best fekin ice cream you'll ever have." Wendy said.
Sasporilla looked at the hundreds of different flavors. Besides the standard chocolate, vanilla and Bug Berry, Periwinkles also offered such flavors as Pumpkin Pasty, butter beer and Bertty Bots every flavor beans!
"Every lick you take tastes different!" The young man behind the counter said. "It's my personal favorite!"
"I'm afraid I'm not that fond of Bertty Bots." Sasporilla said. "Ever since I got a vomit flavored one."
"Well flavors do you like darlin'?" The young man asked.
"I'm quite fond of lemon." Sasporilla smiled.
"Alright den I can fix ya a treat that ye'll not soon forget if ye'll trust me?"
"And if I don't like it?" Sasporilla asked.
"Then ya can smush it my face and not a penny fer it!" The boy smiled.
"You have a deal." Sassy laughed.
"And what can I get ya Murphy?" The young man asked.
"Jaysus I wondered if ya even saw me over the pretty smile a my friend here." Wendy laughed.
"Oh! Are you two together?" The young man asked.
"Yes." Sasporilla smiled a tad confused. "We came in together."
"No he's asking if we're a couple." Wendy laughed.
"Oh!" Sasporilla blushed. "No! I like boys."
"Good." The young man smiled. "Well Murphy what'll ya have?"
"Hot chocolate and brownie sundae." Murphy smiled. "Extra hot, wit' whipped cream and nuts."
The young man made Murphys first. It was made in a beaker the size of a bowl and contained ice cream that steamed! The young man made Sasporillas next and it contained Yellow, blue and orange scoops of ice cream with whipped cream and three cherries.
With great pride in his frozen confectionery creations the young man placed long spoons in both and handed them to the young ladies who stood across the counter.
Sasporilla took a small spoonful with a bit of each colour on it as well as some whipped cream on the end. The first taste to flood her pallet was lemon, followed by orange then into something she couldn't identify. It was tart and sweet like the other two but not a citrus it was?????
"Blue Raspberry." The young man smiled.
"This is absolutely bloody delightful!" Sassy laughed. "So tart, and sweet and creamy. It's the perfect combination!"
"What a shame!" Wendy said. "I wanted to see her shmush it yer face Warren."
"I'm sure ya did Wendy!" The young man said. "By da way, I'm Warren Kelly. Michael is me cousin!"
"Pleased to meet you Warren." Sassy said putting her spoon down in the bowl and holding out her hand in friendship. "I'm Sasporilla Bucket."
Warren took Sassys hand and kissed the top of it.
"How Gallant!" Sasporilla said.
"He's as gallant as hungry werewolf." Wendy warned. "His intentions are far less dan honorable."
"Thanks for the warning." Sasporilla laughed.
"Allroit yer in fer t'ree knuts and two sickles each." Warren smiled.
"A deal at twice the price Sasporilla said putting her change up on the counter along with Wendys. "Thanks for the taste treat."
The other shops in the market had some interesting things. The robes with Celtic knot work in them reminded him of her cloak. Perhaps this is where it had come from.
"I think my Cloak might have come from this shop." Sasporilla said.
"I can see dat." Murphy smiled. "They supply many wizarding shops with celtic wear."
"Next time we come back I'll bring more money." Sasporilla said. "Maybe I'll pick up some clothes."
"Clothes shopping woohoo!" Wendy laughed.
"Do you have anything from this shop?" Sassy asked.
"Jaysus no." Wendy said. "Most a my clothes are muggle clothes. My family are workin' people. We can't afford stuff like dis. Most Irish people struggle to make do and get by. We're not the richest country Sassy."
"I grew up living in a room above a pub." Sasporilla said. "My bed was in an old book case nook in a wall. I couldn't even stretch out after a while."
"Wow!" Wendy frowned. "I shared a bed with my t'ree sisters, but at least it was a full bed. Dough our cribbs were...."
"Beauraux drawers?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes!" Wendy laughed. "How did you know?"
"Mine was too." Sasporilla smiled.
"Proud to be the poor girls!" Wendy said taking Sassys arm as the walked on.
Morovers Wands was not one of the premier wand shops in the UK but Sasporilla wanted to see it. The door creaked open revealing the over crowded dark musty shop inside. A young woman stood from behind the counter.
"A customer!" The young woman smiled surprised. "Welcome to Morovers, how can I help you."
"I'm just looking." Sasporilla said. "I'm interested in wands and wand making so I love to visit wand shops."
"Well we carry many wands from wand makers all over the world, plus of course, a fine selection of wands made by our own master wand maker, Finigan Morover. My father."
"Cool." Sassy said looking over the wands in the display case. They had a much mote natural look. Some still had the bark still on them! "What kind of cores dose your father use?"
"We use the traditional cores, like crystals and metal filaments as well as the modern cores taken from magical creatures." The woman smiled.
"Nice." Sasporilla smiled. "I did a couple of summers apprenticing with Garrik Olivander before he closed up shop."
"We just got a shipment from Olivanders." The young woman said. "All the shops are buying up his stock. The shop is probably never going to reopen."
"I know." Sassy said. "It's very sad. I really liked him."
"Would you like to meet my father?" The woman asked.
"I would." Sasporilla smiled.
"Da!" The woman shouted in to the back. "Da, there's a young lady studying wand makin' up here."
"So." A voice said from the back.
"So she'd like ta meet the esteemed Finagen Morover, ya nasty ol' bastard." The young woman laughed.
An older man walked out from the back knocking over a pile of wands along the way.
"All right here I am." Finigan Morover said. "What do ya want?"
"She just wanted to meet you, ya ol' feker. Be gracious and say hello." The woman smiled.
"Hello." Finigan said.
"Hi sir," Sassy smiled holding out her hand, "I'm Sasporilla Bucket. I am studying to be a wand maker."
"Are ya?" Finigan asked. "Why?"
"I love wands." Sasporilla said. "They've always fascinated me. Even if I don't really need one anymore."
"A witch that don't need a wand?" Finigan asked.
"I'm part elf so..." Sasporilla snapped her fingers and straightened the pile of wands that had fallen to floor. "... I can do some magic just by snapping my fingers."
"Well I should just shut the fekin shop when witches don't need wands anymore."
"Most do, Da," the young woman said, "so don't be such a fekin drama queen. She said she was part elf fer fek sakes."
"How did ya get ta be 'part' elf?" Morover asked.
"A forbidden love in my family tree, a long, long time ago." Sasporilla said proudly.
"Well dat I understand." Finigan Morover said. "Her ma is from Belfast and a Protestant."
"Yes I'm aware of the stigma that would hold here and why." Sasporilla said. "I face a lot of hassle for being English and though I know I've done nothing personally, I understand why."
"Yer a smart girl Sasporilla Bucket." Morover smiled. "Yer studyin at Droorlily?"
"I'm an exchange student for the semester. " Sasporilla said. "I study at Hogwarts and plan to do my university in Avalon if I can get accepted."
"Big goals." Finigan Morover said. "An' expensive ones at that. You'll have a tough time makin' yer money back from that tuition sellin and repairin wands!"
"I'd rather be a poor wand maker than a rich miserable ministry of magic employee." Sasporilla smiled.
"I'd rather be a rich wand maker like Olivander." The young woman laughed.
"Na," Wendy Murphy said, "yer gonna be the greatest rock star of all time Millicent Morover!"
"Are ya tryin ta woo me Wendy Murphy?" Millicent Morover asked.
"Is it workin'?" Wendy asked.
"It just might be." Millicent smiled.
"Well den," Wendy smiled. "What ya doin after work?"
"If I'm lucky I'll be dancin an' havin' some fun!" Milicent said.
"When do ya get off?" Wendy asked.
"Let me grab my purse." Millicent said.
"Who'll run the shop?" Finigan protested.
"You'll have ta Da!" Millicent laughed. "Considering we haven't had a person since before school started I don't tink yer gonna have a problem."
"I'd be happy to help in the shop while you two go have some fun." Sasporilla said.
"Yer kidden aint ya?" Millicent asked.
"No I quite love wand shops." Sasporilla smiled. "Not to mention I'd just be an awkward third wheel while you two do your thing and your father can always use a hand."
"See dare!" Finigan Morover said. "Dis must be my real daughter! Stolen from da hospital and replaced wit da likes you, ya feckless tankless little feker. Go on you piss off an' let da real wand people do da work!"
"Fine." Millicent smiled. "Have fun doing nothing in this musty ol' shop."
Millicent had been right. There was no business and nothing to do. Mr.Finigan fell asleep in the back listening to the wireless. It was close to eight by the time Millicent and Murphy returned to the shop.
"Have fun?" Sasporilla asked.
"Had a blast." Wendy Murphy smiled. "You?"
"It was rather boring but I dusted and polished the wands in the case." Sasporilla said. "I noticed on your price list you have no pricing for wand polishing and maintenance?"
"Na we don't offer dat service." Millicent said.
"Why not?" Sasporilla asked.
"It's a frill people don't have the money fer." Millicent Morover frowned.
"If people knew they could keep a wand for their whole lives, without replacement, by getting regular maintenance they just may budget for it."
"It's a good suggestion." Millicent smiled. "I'll run it past my da in the mornin'."
Millicent kissed Wendy good night and locked the door behind Sassy and Murphy as they left.
"I figured ya may be hungry." Murphy said handing Sasporilla something wrapped in paper and foil.
"I'm starved thanks!" Sasporilla said opening it. It was a polish sausage on a bun. "I know yer into sausages."
"Wendy Murphy!" Sasporilla gasped. "Yer a feckless fecker."
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