Ruby slippers are real 😉

Good day to you fellow blog adventurers! Today I was in class, lost as usual during Math In Modern Society, when a wondrous day dream drifted welcomingly through my mind, and I had to write it down! I realized that daydreams can be amazing inspirations for writing, as they are our imagination at work without even our knowing it. All at once our minds are creating, drifiting beautiful images across our consciousness to get our attention. I have written many of my day dreams down and some have even become catalysts for short stories and such! I thought this one was particularly good, and it felt so entirely real that I had to share it. Just a note though, in The Wizarding World, my name is Allyssa Summerhaze. Somehow Allyssa Watkins didn’t seem quite radiant enough for my magical home, and I decided to fashion myself a new one. So without further ado, please enjoy, “There’s No Place Like The Wizarding World.”

Allyssa Summerhaze sat slumped over in her seat, her elbow propped up on the desk, her cheek resting in her palm. George Tucker, Math Teacher and Misery Maker Extrarodinaire, gestured wildly at the board, his maniacly fast paced voice droning on and on about unit conversions and weight measurement, and Ally felt that all too familiar feeling of wanting so very badly to lob the hefty mathbook at his head. She sighed, staring at the numbers and symbols that may well have been a different language, from a different world. Closing her eyes, she clicked the heels of her sparkly black flats together, thinking again and again in her mind, “There’s no place like home.” Dorothy had the right idea. She opened her eyes and found herself still stuck in class, the board crawling with the squiggles and curves of numbers, like it was a growing disease the board might never be truly rid of. Apparently sparkling black slippers, did not have the same magical abilities as bright red ones, she thought with one final click.The hand on her back startled her, until she heard the chuckling, slightly amused voice of Draco Malfoy. “Tell me, Darling, which home were you attempting to reach, your muggle one or your real one?” He winked as she turned to see him and he kissed her cheek. Ally couldn’t help but smile. Draco had accompanied her to Math In Modern Muggle Society, but as per usual,  he’d fallen asleep and then disapparated for awhile. How silly it must seem to him this boy who could do real magic, the girl attempting to escape by what she’d leaned in an iconic movie scene. Laughing she whispered, “My real one of course. My Wizarding World.” Draco nodded, satisfiedly sure this would be her answer, and yawned as he propped his feet on the table, a sudden jolt startling the girl next to Ally, but as for the reason why she would never know. “It really works you know…….” he whispered in her ear, his long fingered hands finding their way to each of her sides. Ally laughed shaking her head, “No it doesn’t, Silly boy, or else I would be in Transfiguration class right now, wowing McGonnagall by blowing chalk dust from my palm, transforming the particles into butterfies.

Draco rolled his laughing eyes. “Sweet little schoolgirl, ONLY you would escape one class, just to be in another!” Then he arched one of his eyebrows impressively, “Wait, you can really do that, can you??” Ally nodded shyly. “I have been working on it for a great while. And draco magical education is just that….. MAGICAL! Instead of learning about numbers and fromulas, and many other words I don’t understand, I can create, change one thing into another in a brilliant fashion. Magic is FUN, Math in Modern Muggle Society is NOT. Draco nodded in agreement, lazily watching the emphatic teacher scribble out furiously more symbols he did not understand. “Is he ALWAYS bouncing and barking in such a manner?” Draco asked with a wrinkle of his nose. Ally giggled remarking how cute it was when Draco wrinkled his nose. “Yes, I’m afraid so Darling.” Draco closed his eyes uninterestedly. “What a nuissance, and Dearest, your Magical Education Zeal, is endearing, but magic is really only fun when you’re using it for mischief, pranks, and the like…..” He opened his eyes suddenly, looking lazily at her, a smirk playing about his lips. “I have SO much to teach you, yet.”

Now it was Ally’s turn to arch her eyebrow, trying to smother a smile. Draco grinned. “I meant it, when I said it really works though…… the heel clicking I mean…… Every so often a muggle will remember seeing something, or make a blind shot in the dark that’s correct to our world. Such as the broomsticks for example. Ally’s brow furrowed quizzically. “Really? You mean the most famous and beloved classic “The Wizard of Oz,” contains real magic?!?” She was excited now, the harrowing struggles of mathematics forgotten. Draco nodded seriously. “Sure, Darling, the word “Wizard,” is even in the title, y’know. Obviously, some muggle witnessed the account of the girl and the dog, and the good witch, and the bad witch, GOD does that bad witch ever remind me of Aunt Bellatrix, and their memory was not properly modified. I mean these so called “munchkins,” sound very much like goblins to me, don’t you think? Ally gasped thinking the munchkins to be much cuter than goblins, but certainly the same size. “Why yes! They really do! It all makes sense!” Draco grinned even more at Ally’s obvious delight. He loved delighting her, making those eyes shine excitedly, surprised. “It’s all true, but naturally the memory charm did work because the muggle remembered the spell wrong, which is why, dear Dorothy, your heels did not take you to Hogwarts.” Ally leaned in closer, her hair tumbling down her shoulder, fully enthralled now, paying full attention to Draco, hanging onto his every word even more than was usual. “Tell me how it works?”

Draco nodded secretly also leaning in, very much enjoying the possession of Ally’s full attention. The fact that she was leaning in so close he could kiss her, was not at all lost on him. “Is it the shoes?” Ally asked inquisitively, her mind circling excitedly now. “Are there really such shoes with such powers?” Draco smiled softly shaking his head. “No, Darling such shoes do not exist to my knowledge, else Auntie Bellatrix would have a bloodlust to own them, power and impressive fashion being her ultimates.” He went to smile and then grimaced at the thought of his Aunt trouncing about in sparkling ruby slippers, all powerful, able to do whatever she fancied without consequence. Voldemort would be his uncle for sure…….. His stomach writhed uncomfortably. “Perhaps do you click the toes together instead of the heels?” Draco shook his head yet again. “No Ally, the heel clicking itself is a vital part of the spell. But two other things are required for it to take effect. First the witch or wizard raises their wand above their head, pointing it straight up . Then they must also have on their person, some kind of token, y’know, something from home. For some reason it has to be metal, so in regards to Hogwarts, your crest tie pin should work quite nicely. Then they click their heels together twice, say the words, “There’s no place like home,” and then BAM you’re there.”

Ally looked awestruck at Draco, amazed that such magic was indeed real, and not the doings of film wizardry. “Have you done it before?” Draco nodded. “Several times, in fact.” Ally’s brow furrowed again, something still not quite right. “But Draco, how is it I’ve seen no one, not even Hermione, manage such a spell outside of the film?” Draco smiled whimsically. “Ally it’s something you tend to do, when you’re entirely alone, or else someone will find out what your token is, take it from you and you’ll never get home.” Ally’s eyes went wide, has that happened to you, Draco? How awful!” Draco grinned sheepishly. That wasn’t exactly how he knew about stolen tokens…….. “Uhhhh remember when I stole Neville’s remembrall first year, Darling…… and that uhhhh rather unfortunate case with Katie Bell’s amythest ring…….? Ally’s mouth dropped open and she gave Draco an aghast look of disapproval. “Draco no, you stole those, and they didn’t get home? Draco tried to hide a laugh with a sudden cough, “Yes, and that was uhhh very VERY wrong of me, and Neville’s Gram was furious with him for weeks and weeks!” Draco couldn’t guise his amusement any longer and burst into snickering laughter. Ally pushed his shoulder in disapproval. “Draco that’s perfectly horrid! But wait…… wasn’t Neville’s remembrall made of glass?”  Draco’s laughter slowly subsided, and he raised an eyebrow. “Quite clever isn’t it? There was metal only on the bottom of it. Normally that would insure it’s safety as not being suspected of a token, but that didn’t stop me from stealing it 😉

There was a rush as the class ended, and the other students gathered their things, attempting to revive themselves from the partial coma the class had induced. George Tucker continued to make outlandish jokes, most including math, that nobody laughed at. Draco naturally shouldered Ally’s bookbag, making it to be a great show of strength, and effortless ability, and it was actually quite something, as Draco never even carried his own bookbag at Hogwarts. That’s what Crabbe and Goyle were for apparently. As the young wizard couple stepped into the bustling hallway, Draco’s arm slung tightly around Ally’s back, as he walked with that unmistakeable Malfoy swagger, Ally turned to whisper in his ear. “Show me!”

Draco smirked slyly, and as they walked out into the bursting light of the day outside, through the parking lot and arrived at Ally’s crimson Buick Regal, he pulled her around the corner of the college building. “I trust you enough, Darling, so yeah I’ll show you how it works. 😉 He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a small metal figurine of a Quidditch player, robed in emerald green and gleaming silver, his gloved hand reaching up to catch a golden snitch that just barely touched his fingers, his hair a golden blonde. Ally gasped in delight. “Awwww how cute, did you play with this when you were little, My Malfoy?” Draco tried to look indignant, wondering if this was the best idea, suddenly feeling a jab to his masculinity. Then he couldn’t help but smile sheepishly as he weaved the tiny figure back and forth between his fingers. “Yes, me and Danton Deverly spent a great deal of time together when I was five. I’d use father’s wand to make him fly, just like the others, except he was the only one I didn’t flick in the face when the charm wore off. Ally giggled, and Draco looked down at the determined, yet handsome face of Danton, and the snitch he would never catch, always just out of reach. “Naturally a five year old’s logic made him my favorite, as his name, like mine started with D, not to mention he was the one that looked the most like me. Ahhh yes, Danton was seeker for the Sadington Sea Serpents, if I remember correctly. Father’s and consequently my favorite team. Father’s because they mostly let in only Slytherins with the occasional Ravenclaw, mine because I like green. Draco pulled on his emerald tie with the other hand, still do actually,” he said with another wink.

Quickly he grabbed Ally’s hand. “Ready to see the magic happen, Lovely?” Ally nodded excitedly, and Draco squeezed her hand and slipped the figurine back into the pocket of his robes. He had no worries of anyone seeing him because he was invisible to everyone but Ally in the muggle world, but he still leered around the corner for Ally’s sake. These college muggles would think it strange if she suddenly vanished into thin air. “Okay keep hold of my hand,” he instructed as he pulled the emerald handled hawthorne wand from the pocket in the silk lining of his robes. He lifted it skyward, and then sniggered as he said under his breath, “God, everytime I feel so bloody foolish doing this.” He smartly clicked together the heels of his expensive Italian leather shoes and then said rather nonchalantly, “There’s no place like home, There’s no place like home.” Ally felt her breath be stolen away, and instead of the strange, compressed feeling all over that was a common occurance of normal apparation, she felt warm all over and a shower of silvery drifting sparkles errupted from Draco’s wand showering them both, until they glowed! Ally watched Draco glow brighter and brighter, and looked at her arm to find she was doing the same! They glowed so bright she was almost certain they must be on fire, blinding white fire, and then suddenly as they reached the height of their luster, Ally felt the ground disappear beneath her feet, and she watched her sparkling black flats glow like embers before disappearing altogether….

"Magic is really only fun when you're using it for mischief, pranks, and the like........"

There's No Place Like The Wizarding World

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