The Ice Queen
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Okay so this chapter was never planned, it just kinda came out. I think it's kinda cool though, it definitely introduces a character that hasn't appeared in the series yet... And there's plenty more appearances coming up soon.
16. The Ice Queen
A light dusting of snow littered the ground under their feet as the group of five stepped through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley.
It was just a few days before Christmas and Hogwarts had officially closed for the holidays. The majority of students had returned home to their families, but since all five of them lived in the London area they had decided to meet up for a day of socialising, and in James and Sirius' words, pulling pranks on unsuspecting shoppers.
“Oooh, look at that! It's so pretty!” Isabella said as she pointed to the window of a clothing store where a long, deep red robe dress was displayed on a mannequin. She rushed over to the window and stared up at the dress longingly.
Remus groaned from behind her and she could see his reflection in the glass as he rolled his eyes. “You've spent enough money on clothes today, you should save some for Sugarplums.”
She shrugged, “What do I need sweets for?”
She heard James, Sirius and Peter laughing in the background. “What do you need a silly dress for?”
With a pout on her lips she spun to face them. “I wouldn't expect any of you to understand...” She spun back around to see the sparkling dress. “I swear you guys have the mental capacity of a spoon sometimes...”
“What did she say about us?” Came James' affronted but laughing voice.
She grinned in reply. “Well I'm going inside to look around. You guys coming or what?” She stopped at the door to the store, looking back at her friends who hadn't moved an inch.
“Seriously?” Peter moaned, his body deflated. “I don't know if I can survive any more clothes shops...”
“Or shoe shops...” Sirius added with a shake of his head.
Remus looked between his friends and his sister. “Why don't you go look around and we'll go up to the sweet shop. Meet you in there in a bit?”
Isabella gave them a nod and a thumbs up before she stepped into the clothing store, not bothering to look back at her friends.
The store was larger inside than she had thought, with long rails of clothes filling the entire side of the shop. A gasp left her mouth as she looked at the amazing dresses and skirts that were available here. Most of the clothing shops in Diagon Alley were full with robes, some were even second hand. But this shop... Everything looked brand new, and more than that, it all looked perfect. The colours were so bright, the materials so smooth and shiny, the price tags were a little much but Isabella had suspected that from the sheer quality of the clothing.
Another dress, this one in navy with a silver, lace underskirt caught her attention and she found she couldn't help but run her fingers through the silky material.
If only she had an occasion to wear such a dress! With a sigh she let go of the dress and stared around in wonder.
Two young women were standing in the row behind her, their voices carrying through the shop until Isabella could hear them as clearly as if they were standing right next to her. It was only then that she realised how quiet the shop was. She spared a glance over to the cashier who was stood behind the tills looking nervous and fidgety. The other customers were shopping in silence, their heads hung low as if they were trying to avoid trouble.
“You should buy this one! It would suit you.” One of the women was saying, and as Isabella looked over the top of the rails she caught a flash of bright blonde hair.
“Ha, I don't think so, Cissy.”
“Oh come on, those black sheets you call a dress make you look so... worn. You should wear some brighter colours, lighten up your wardrobe a bit.”
“I don't know why I let you drag me in here.” The second woman sighed as she turned and walked down the rows, stopping when she came to the one that Isabella was standing down.
Isabella got her first glimpse of the woman then. She was tall with long black hair that was curled in places. Her skin was a complete contrast to her hair, so fair and flawless that she almost looked like a porcelain doll. She was dressed in a long black robe that covered her from her neck down to her ankles, and black chunky boots completed her outfit. She looked out of place in the small, colourful store, but she didn't seem to be aware of it. Or at least if she was, she took pride in standing out.
Her dark eyes turned in Isabella's direction and for a moment she felt a cold shiver run across her body, as if that icy stare held power all of its own. The woman made a face, one that Isabella supposed was a look of disgust, before she stepped outside, her boots clicking on the wooden flooring.
Another woman followed after her, but Isabella turned away quickly, not wanting to feel another stare like that any time soon. As soon as the two had walked away the store came to life again, the cashier began chatting away to her customers, the lights seemed to get brighter if that was at all possible.
What was up with those two women? Just who were they?
After another five minutes of searching through the racks of clothing, Isabella quickly came to the conclusion that she hadn't brought nearly enough money with her for this shop and told herself it was time to leave the pretty dresses and go find her friends again.
She left the store and crossed over the white blanketed pavement until she reached Sugarplums, the sweet shop.
Her friends and Remus were still inside, standing in line ready to pay for the bags of goodies that they had found. Upon seeing her standing just outside they looked up and waved, and Isabella grinned as she gave them a wave back.
Her grin faded as she saw Sirius suddenly look up, obvious concentration on his face as he looked at her. And she could have sworn his face paled ever so slightly.
Confusion filled her, until she saw his eyes move away from her, as if he was watching someone behind her. Not wanting to look too obvious, she shifted her position slightly and took a quick glance behind her to see what had spooked him.
Walking away from her was the two women she had seen earlier, their backs to her. As if she had sensed someone watching her, the dark haired woman turned her gaze over her shoulder, her eyes meeting with Isabella's for the barest of seconds.
And Isabella could have sworn that the woman grinned at her before turning away.