Magi were well known in fiction.

They were the people who could bend and shape the world around then with just a twitch of their fingers.

They were the people that would either solve all your problems or cause all of your problems.

They had abilities beyond your wildest dreams.

They were the witches that flew on broom sticks.

They were the wizards that are surrounded by their tomes.

They were the sorcerers with servants made from bewitched household objects.

Everyone had read about them growing up.

The knowledge of the existence of magic civilizations was limited only to the People at the top of the ruling hierarchy.

The Shodaime Hokage, Senju Hashirama had known. He had met a traveling Wizard and he had bought a remembrall.

The Nidaime Hokage Senju Tobirama had known from his brother. He had bought a a set of two way mirrors from the same traveling Wizard. One of the mirrors was smashed when he died and the remaining one was kept in the homage office as a means of seeing around corners. It never fogged or got dirty over the years and its magical origins had been all but forgotten.

The Sandaime Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, had unfortunately missed the memo though he was aware that his predecessors had both met a strange traveling salesman and both had bought things that had been extremely useful in their lives. Both of them had mentioned strange abilities that could neither be explained nor learned. They had also mentioned the salesman having extremely odd values.

That was the only reason he had not thrown the girl out of the village when she suddenly appeared in the office.

A teenage girl appears in his office with a bang and she is promptly pinned by ANBU. To everyone's surprise they all end up suspended by their ankle in the air while she looks around in confusion. She sees the character on his hat. "Where I am?" She slurs in a strange foreign accent. First in Chinese, then in Japanese

...

She is a young thing. Clearly civilian. Her searches for the exit and attempts to memorize the lay out of the intelligence division were all too transparent.

At the same time, she doesn't have the innocence that civilians tend to have. Her black hair was badly singed and had to be cut at the shoulders. Her eyes were interesting, somewhere between navy and violet, there were shadows lurking in those depths. They weren't dark like the eyes of shinobi gone mad, but they were shadowed, as though she had been tortured in mind and body. The sadness and despair when her things were taken from her was easy to see despite her attempts to hide it.

Though she seemed weak there had definitely been something radiating from her when she watched Morino Ibiki pace about the interrogation room.

"What is your name?"

"I am Mina, Mina Ollivander. Or maybe Ollivander Mina?" She thinks to herself.

"Mina Oribanda?"

...

"Magical Britain in chaos. My entire family, house, dead, or lost."

Yamanaka Inoichi pulls himself out of the girl's head. His mind whirling with images of a gruesome war of another world, changing staircases, moving paintings, bubbling potions, careful last minute packing, and the pain of leaving behind patches of skin in a rush to escape a mad woman.

...

"Why you display two way mirror? Where other one?"

Shiranui Genma raises an eyebrow at the statement. He could understand her reasonably well despite her heavily butchered japanese. "The other half was broken and lost."

"Too bad."

"Can you make another one?" He asks. He has to ask, because if they could make use of even a fraction of skills he had seen her use in the Hokage's office, Konoha would prosper.

"Not done studying. Not old enough. Have books though." Shrugs the woman. "Need wand back."

...

"What are these?" Somebody asks. She doesn't know who and she has long since stopped caring. She has watched as they almost damaged a wand beyond repair. She snatches it from them and begins to repair it before it explodes.

The shinobi watch her hands move with a great deal of interest.

"Wands." she replies shortly. " Magic stick." She adds when they ask for an explanation.

"Why so many?"

"Dead family members. Dead friends. Grandfather's store."

...

She watches as a curious Ibiki pick up a wand and wave it. Several others do the same.

She looks like she is cringing away.

The Ninja in the room initially believe her reaction is due to them touching a memento.

Then sticky sweet incense smoke billows out the end of one and almost fills the room before she snatches it back.

"Grand mother Sayuri's wand not for you." She scolds as she banishes the smoke with her own stick.

Then she turns to rest of the people waving wands about. "You no have magic. Put wand down."

...

She is once again in the Hokage's office. This time they are on better terms.

Neither of them mention the mess in the intelligence department although she looks exceedingly smug.

She was one of the few to leave torture and interrogation in a better mood then she went in.

Three ninjas were confirmed to be able to use magic. The wands they tested were so wrong for them that they had almost torn down the building.

She had spent a good ten minutes laughing before fixing the mess and demanding to be let out in her broken japanese.

He wanted her to teach them the magical arts, almost demanded her, until she pulled all forty of her text books out from her magic bag. "I too young to be teacher. Not finish school yet."

The old man's eyes nearly popped out of his head. 16 years old and she STILL wasn't finished with her schooling? Even with six years of 15 hour work days?

The work load for bringing them to the level of the average magus was far too much for the shinobi to handle. Not when they were still rebuilding from the Kyuubi attack.

"So what will you do now Oribanda -san?" He asks.

She becomes quiet. She couldn't get a job since she did not speak their language fluently. She is fairly certain that she had butchered a number of grammatical rules and insulted several people unintentionally. She has no physical skills to make up for her lack of language skills. She was too old to take up ninja training plus she wouldn't have had time for it. The only skills she had involved her magic. Her friends had all been killed by the followers of He-who-mustnotbe-named. She had intended to apparate to another magical community and start a shop there.

Her uncle Tom and grandfather Garrick had believed she could work as a wand maker both of them having trained her over the course of her childhood. Her had scored O's on almost all of her classes but only some of them would apply here. Charms could definitely be put to use. Transfiguration might not be so useful since something in the air kept interfering with the flow of magic. History would only be useful if she decided to be an author (certainly not. That is much too boring). Herbology would only be useful if she could find someway to get owl post to order plants with. Potions was heavily tied to Herbology since the majority of the plants she had studied were also ingredients for potions. She only knew the runes for guarding and warding perhaps security- No. It was labor intensive and the effects are not visible to the eye until they are set up.

There was no point in making wands as she had no intention of teaching people how to use magic. She had a feeling that any magical disasters would be pinned on her and she had no intention of spending her life dealing with lawsuits.

She also had a stack of text books that she had grabbed from her friends when she fled that she might be able to learn from later.

She straightened her back and replied. "I find unused and broken shop and live in it."

The old man chuckled and nodded. "Very well. If you can repair a building or two as you have with the interrogation rooms. You can live in one of these shops."

Three days later the paper work is finally processed.

A new shop has opened in the Shinobi shopping district.

It was a two story building that was mostly white with a bright indigo roof and accents.

It had two bed rooms, two and a half bathrooms, a large kitchen, a den, a dining room, a show room, a work shop, a quiet room, and another work room in the basement for explosive potions that she eventually intended to make in addition to the store front.

It also had a fireplace in the back.

Say what you will about magic Britain but Mina did eventually hope to set up a floo network and reconnect with her teachers.

As for how a cheap two story building had space for all those rooms? Well, the undetectable extension charm certainly had its uses, father and grandfather had shown her how to use it to work around the pipes and wires. Though this was usually a poor idea when working with magical wood. Crafting wands were best done outside at specific times of the day for maximum effect.

Shinobi didn't like small spaces. It made them twitchy.

Civilians found large spaces aesthetically appealing.

So large spaces it was.

All of the rooms were a nice warm cream with mahogany floors. She left the basement with stone floors since she didn't want any spilled potions to cause a disaster. Not to mention the possibility of the floors warping if something spilled in-between the cracks.

Various ninja had helped her move the furniture into its proper place in exchange for a small sample of what she had intended to sell. She knew Her Aunt Bea would've have rolled in her grave at the thought of her niece selling things to muggles, even if the ninja didn't really count. Seriously, they could walks on walls and in the middle of lakes. No wizard can do that unless they carefully charmed their shoes!

The store front had been cleaned and polished and polished. 20 wands were carefully displayed with the names of their previous owner under the counter as tribute. Shelves of potions had been carefully measured and tagged with very detailed instructions. Morino had shown interest in veritaserum (Add as last ingredient. Adding before last ingredient would change the nature of the potion) Though she would probably have to raise the price due to the lack of certain ingredients. She should eventually be able to experiment with some of the things in the elemental nations to find decent substitutes.

Some of the medical ninjas have shown interest in her all purpose antidotes so she stocked those too (Drink in one large gulp. Do not eat or drink anything until one hour has past). The prices were much higher due to the lack of bezoars in the area.

She also put out several small tubs of bruise paste (Wash area clean then wipe on just enough until bruise fades). She had seen people spar and some of those punches looked like they would hurt.

It was summer here and she was debating whether or not the should sell cough potions or sneeze brews for allergies but decided against it.

The developing solution ought to be a hit though (replace regular developing solution with magic developing solution and half the time). Several people had already gawked at the moving paintings she had used to decorate the store (She made sure to use her more friendly and business oriented Uncles as well as the portrait of her grandmother who had numerous portraits at various locations in london.) Whats more the ingredients were abundant and the only thing the locals needed to make the solution was just a touch of magic.

On the other side of the shop she had some magical sweets. Mina knows that there will be naysayers. People who think that her powers come from the cultists and other evil sources. She has read about the witch hunts and the red scare from her muggleborn friends. She knows that hysteria is always a possibility and it only takes one person in the village to destroy her chances in Konoha. But the other sources of strange powers in this place always come from questionable sources and are used for questionable things.

So she sells trivial things. Little bits of magic so frivolous that no one would think that it came from demons or evil gods. Chocolate frogs. Canary cremes. Bertie and Botts every flavor beans (she includes a guide.) Ice mice. Pepper Imps. The classic charmed candies from honey dukes.

She puts a few pieces of charmed paper inside the shop so that she could keep potential thieves at bay until she could set up a rune ward. It would record the people that enter the store and show where they go on the premises. It wasn't very detailed but it was still useful. She would have to find someway to thank Mister Black for showing her how to make the map. Hopefully she could do that when she figures out how the floo works.

Mina adds one final detail outside and the store is in business.

In front of the purple shop hangs a sign in golden letters.

Oribanda Mina

Proprietress of

The Flying Blackbird

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