Sep. 15th, 2004

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It's 9:30 AM when Angie apperates to the back door of her parents house. Her mother is in the garden hanging damp laundry out to dry, while 2 cats twine around her feet tripping her up, like playfull kittens despite the fact that both cats are well over 10 years old.

'Hi Mum,' she calls, and Mrs Johnson turns to face her daughter, a smile appearing on her face.

'Well this is a nice surprise. And only two weeks after your last visit. What have I done to deserve this?'

Angie smiles and picks up one of the cats as it pads over toher. It's her own black cat, a present she recieved on her birthday nearly twelve years ago, and which she affectionatly named, Quaffle.

'Come on Mum it's not that unheard of for a daughter to visit her parents is it?'

'Not for most daughters but for you it definately is. Normally it means that you need something.'

'I'm not that bad am I?'

Mrs Johnson chuckles as she hangs a flowery blouse on the line.

'No of course not darling. But am I right in guessing you need something?'

'Unfortunately yes. I was hoping you could kind of do some washing for me?' She hands her mother the duffel bag hanging from her shoulder by one strap. Mrs Johnson takes the bag and puts it at her feet, and crosses her arms over her chest. She smiles fondly at her daughter.

'You never could get the hang of household chores could you; not even with magic. Is there anything else you want me to do?'

'No, but I need to see Dad. Has he gone to work yet?'

'Yes he has. Sorry love he left about 15 minutes ago.' Mrs Johnson puts the duffel bag in the now empty laundry basket which she balnces against her hip. 'Do you want a drink darling?'

'Sorry Mum I can't at the moment. I have things I need to do. I'll have one later though, when I come back to pick up my clothes, promise.' She kisses her mother on the cheek, puts the cat back on the ground and apperates to the ministry.


Angelina knocks on the door of a small office on level seven of the ministry, the Department of Magical Games and Sports. A voice from inside beckns her in and she entyers her fathers office.

'Angie, what are you doing her?'

'I er, came to ask a huge favour Dad. I er, need to borrow some money.'

He looks at her wareily. 'How much exactly?'

'Enough to buy a unicorn horn.'

'A... Angie they cost upwards of twenty galleons! Why in the name of Merlin would you need a unicorn horn?'

'For this potion I'm making. I promise I'll pay you back when I start work Dad, but I really need this potions ingrediant. It's important; I wouldn't ask if it wasn't.'

Her dad taps on the table, thinking. 'Ok you can have the money.'

'Oh thank you Dad you're the best!'

An hour later Angie has the unicorn horn in her hand as well as a dry snake skin and a handfull of humming bird feathers, and she goes back home to pick up her laundry and fullfill a promose to her mother.


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Angelina Johnson

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