A/N: I don't own any characters who pop up in this story that have already popped up in Ms. Rowling's head. ^__^
ONE
The Flying Tissues
Julia was a decent looking thirteen-year-old girl. She had long light brown hair and shimmering green eyes. She lived in Maryland, not far from Washington, D.C. Her house was pretty in a small quaint sort of way, and it was right down the street from the local movie theater and ice cream parlor.
Julia was sitting in eighth grade math class that fateful day. She was solving an algebraic equation on her homework when the lunch bell rang. She stood and gathered her things, taking her time. Her best friend Kitty was standing at the door waving at her, trying to get Julia to hurry up. Julia looked up and waved good-bye to a few friends before joining Kitty at the door.
"What took you so long? You're always so slow!" Kitty remarked.
"Thanks so much, Kitty" Julia replied. "I do try my best to annoy you," she smirked and laughed a bit at her friend. Kitty sighed heavily and walked faster, pretending to try to lose her. "Ha ha, funny. You know I never mean it, Kit," Julia quickened her pace to catch up with her friend. "I need to get my lunch, come on" She grabbed Kitty by the arm and pulled her along.
"I know!" Kitty chirped and happily followed, arm-first. They soon got to their lockers, which were right next to one another. They pulled out their lunch bags and walked to the lunchroom. Julia sat down at the table and Kitty plopped down next to her. They ate lunch loudly; talking to friends they hadn't seen all day. Lunch seemed to fly by and after the meal Julia went with her friends to English class. The teacher was nice enough, though on occasion she was known to get cranky as most English teachers do.
The class she had just taught hadn't behaved as well as they could have (if you catch my drift) and Mrs. Montgomery wasn't in the best of moods. The class started well enough and they got down to business. They were soon hard at work taking a test on the reading they had done the night before. Julia was scribbling furiously when her pen ran out. Darn it she thought, wishing she had gotten out a spare. She turned around and saw that Kitty had an extra pen on her desk.
"Psst! Kit! Can I use your pen?" Julia hadn't meant any harm, yet Mrs. Montgomery obviously thought that she had.
"I said no talking! That's the fifth time I've had to say something to this class!" She hurled a half-empty tissue box, which was headed straight for Julia. Julia's arms flew up in front of her face, in defensive mode. She winced, shutting her eyes tight. A gasp came from the class and Julia thought it was because she had been hit with the box, but had it hit her at all? She opened her eyes to see the box of tissues floating in the air. Julia's eyes widened, what on earth was that box floating for? How was it staying up like that? Was it her? Was she doing it? She decided to try something, and pointed at the floor. The tissues followed her gaze to the ground. Julia pointed to Mrs. Montgomery's desk; it shot up and landed where it was supposed to be seated.
The eyes of every person in that room were on Julia, especially those of Kitty. "Um… I need to see the nurse!" Julia invented an excuse and no one objected. Kitty said that she would walk Julia down, and no one objected to that either.
"Julia!" Kitty was hurrying to catch up with her friend who was now walking fast and staring at the ground, holding her stomach. "I know you aren't sick, and I think I can explain things a little." She said it quietly as not to be overheard as she pulled Julia into the girl's bathroom and locked the door behind them. "Julia, you have magical powers." Kitty said bluntly.
"Oh sure! And I'm sure you know this because you do too! What just happened in there wasn't normal, I don't know what it was, but it wasn't right!" Julia glared at her friend and tears began to build up in her eyes. "You can't tell me that was normal!"
"Hush!" Kitty whispered furiously. "Do you want the Ministry of Magic to have to erase everyone's memories? They'll already have to do it to our English class! As for me, I have no magic whatsoever. My dad does though, not my mom. He works at the Ministry of Magic."
"The what? What do you mean? Are you messing with me, this is not a good time to play around. Didn't you just see what…"
"I saw exactly what happened," Kitty cut in. "And that's exactly why you should believe me! I see it often enough at home to know when it happens!" She whispering softer now, trying to calm her down. Though Julia was very calm as it was, just slightly confused. "Come with me, my parents will sign you out. We'll say we have a family engagement planned or something." Julia looked at her friend. This was weird as it was without asking questions that would have to be whispered across the stall. They stood up and left the bathroom, heading for the phone. As Kitty called her parents, Julia sat on the bench and thought about what had just happened. All of the wizards and sorceresses she had read about in books had known they had magic, or at least had shown signs of magical powers since they were little kids. She had known Kitty her entire life, and during that time she had never had anything like what had just happened occur before. Surely, if Kitty knew magic when she saw it, she would have noticed something odd before? How could I have lived my whole life without a single ounce, a single speck of knowing anything about having magic? I've lived next to her for the past ten years! Wouldn't her father have noticed something?
Julia looked up. "My dad will be here in a few minutes," Kitty told her. "We should get our stuff in the meantime." Julia nodded and walked by Kit's side to their lockers. She loaded her stuff into her backpack, all of her stuff, and went back to the front of the school. When they got there, not only was Kitty's dad there, but also a dazed looking secretary and several men and women in long flowing robes. All the robes were different colors and the wizards, for what else could they be, strode quickly to a classroom. There seemed to be one sorcerer for every room. Did all young girls find out they possessed magical powers in this fashion? Somehow, Julia didn't think so; she turned to Mr. Davis, Kitty's father and opened her mouth as if to speak a question. Before she could utter a sound, he answered her questions for her.
"We'll be leaving now. Your parents have already been notified. All these are precautions; we don't want the muggles to be spreading anything that would expose us. For heavens sake, it could be another fiasco of 1962! Thankfully, I doubt that will happen. We need to make sure you really do have powers so we will be taking you home to ask you some questions, Julia." His voice was stern, unlike what Julia had heard of it before. Usually, he was a pretty funny guy who happened to ware dark shades and a trench coat. Julia had always thought he was a cool dude who really liked Elvis. Now, he would be interrogating her and asking her personal questions. She took one look at the secretary behind the desk, who was still wearing a rather dazed look, and decided that she would rather be asked a few questions.
ONE
The Flying Tissues
Julia was a decent looking thirteen-year-old girl. She had long light brown hair and shimmering green eyes. She lived in Maryland, not far from Washington, D.C. Her house was pretty in a small quaint sort of way, and it was right down the street from the local movie theater and ice cream parlor.
Julia was sitting in eighth grade math class that fateful day. She was solving an algebraic equation on her homework when the lunch bell rang. She stood and gathered her things, taking her time. Her best friend Kitty was standing at the door waving at her, trying to get Julia to hurry up. Julia looked up and waved good-bye to a few friends before joining Kitty at the door.
"What took you so long? You're always so slow!" Kitty remarked.
"Thanks so much, Kitty" Julia replied. "I do try my best to annoy you," she smirked and laughed a bit at her friend. Kitty sighed heavily and walked faster, pretending to try to lose her. "Ha ha, funny. You know I never mean it, Kit," Julia quickened her pace to catch up with her friend. "I need to get my lunch, come on" She grabbed Kitty by the arm and pulled her along.
"I know!" Kitty chirped and happily followed, arm-first. They soon got to their lockers, which were right next to one another. They pulled out their lunch bags and walked to the lunchroom. Julia sat down at the table and Kitty plopped down next to her. They ate lunch loudly; talking to friends they hadn't seen all day. Lunch seemed to fly by and after the meal Julia went with her friends to English class. The teacher was nice enough, though on occasion she was known to get cranky as most English teachers do.
The class she had just taught hadn't behaved as well as they could have (if you catch my drift) and Mrs. Montgomery wasn't in the best of moods. The class started well enough and they got down to business. They were soon hard at work taking a test on the reading they had done the night before. Julia was scribbling furiously when her pen ran out. Darn it she thought, wishing she had gotten out a spare. She turned around and saw that Kitty had an extra pen on her desk.
"Psst! Kit! Can I use your pen?" Julia hadn't meant any harm, yet Mrs. Montgomery obviously thought that she had.
"I said no talking! That's the fifth time I've had to say something to this class!" She hurled a half-empty tissue box, which was headed straight for Julia. Julia's arms flew up in front of her face, in defensive mode. She winced, shutting her eyes tight. A gasp came from the class and Julia thought it was because she had been hit with the box, but had it hit her at all? She opened her eyes to see the box of tissues floating in the air. Julia's eyes widened, what on earth was that box floating for? How was it staying up like that? Was it her? Was she doing it? She decided to try something, and pointed at the floor. The tissues followed her gaze to the ground. Julia pointed to Mrs. Montgomery's desk; it shot up and landed where it was supposed to be seated.
The eyes of every person in that room were on Julia, especially those of Kitty. "Um… I need to see the nurse!" Julia invented an excuse and no one objected. Kitty said that she would walk Julia down, and no one objected to that either.
"Julia!" Kitty was hurrying to catch up with her friend who was now walking fast and staring at the ground, holding her stomach. "I know you aren't sick, and I think I can explain things a little." She said it quietly as not to be overheard as she pulled Julia into the girl's bathroom and locked the door behind them. "Julia, you have magical powers." Kitty said bluntly.
"Oh sure! And I'm sure you know this because you do too! What just happened in there wasn't normal, I don't know what it was, but it wasn't right!" Julia glared at her friend and tears began to build up in her eyes. "You can't tell me that was normal!"
"Hush!" Kitty whispered furiously. "Do you want the Ministry of Magic to have to erase everyone's memories? They'll already have to do it to our English class! As for me, I have no magic whatsoever. My dad does though, not my mom. He works at the Ministry of Magic."
"The what? What do you mean? Are you messing with me, this is not a good time to play around. Didn't you just see what…"
"I saw exactly what happened," Kitty cut in. "And that's exactly why you should believe me! I see it often enough at home to know when it happens!" She whispering softer now, trying to calm her down. Though Julia was very calm as it was, just slightly confused. "Come with me, my parents will sign you out. We'll say we have a family engagement planned or something." Julia looked at her friend. This was weird as it was without asking questions that would have to be whispered across the stall. They stood up and left the bathroom, heading for the phone. As Kitty called her parents, Julia sat on the bench and thought about what had just happened. All of the wizards and sorceresses she had read about in books had known they had magic, or at least had shown signs of magical powers since they were little kids. She had known Kitty her entire life, and during that time she had never had anything like what had just happened occur before. Surely, if Kitty knew magic when she saw it, she would have noticed something odd before? How could I have lived my whole life without a single ounce, a single speck of knowing anything about having magic? I've lived next to her for the past ten years! Wouldn't her father have noticed something?
Julia looked up. "My dad will be here in a few minutes," Kitty told her. "We should get our stuff in the meantime." Julia nodded and walked by Kit's side to their lockers. She loaded her stuff into her backpack, all of her stuff, and went back to the front of the school. When they got there, not only was Kitty's dad there, but also a dazed looking secretary and several men and women in long flowing robes. All the robes were different colors and the wizards, for what else could they be, strode quickly to a classroom. There seemed to be one sorcerer for every room. Did all young girls find out they possessed magical powers in this fashion? Somehow, Julia didn't think so; she turned to Mr. Davis, Kitty's father and opened her mouth as if to speak a question. Before she could utter a sound, he answered her questions for her.
"We'll be leaving now. Your parents have already been notified. All these are precautions; we don't want the muggles to be spreading anything that would expose us. For heavens sake, it could be another fiasco of 1962! Thankfully, I doubt that will happen. We need to make sure you really do have powers so we will be taking you home to ask you some questions, Julia." His voice was stern, unlike what Julia had heard of it before. Usually, he was a pretty funny guy who happened to ware dark shades and a trench coat. Julia had always thought he was a cool dude who really liked Elvis. Now, he would be interrogating her and asking her personal questions. She took one look at the secretary behind the desk, who was still wearing a rather dazed look, and decided that she would rather be asked a few questions.