Prissy Fever
Chapter 1: Finding Out
Email: basketball_angel72002@yahoo.com BsktBllBabe77@aol.com Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Cordelia/Oliver Disclaimer: All BtVS/Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. All HP characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Distribution: Just ask me. A/N: Yes, she's actually a witch! Can you believe it! Find out who 'she' is in a minute. In the BtVS realm they are in the summer before their junior year (sixteen years old).
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Cordelia lay in her room one night after a long day with her friends. It was almost time for bed. A small owl fluttered to her balcony window and pecked it's beak on the glass. She looked up and saw the owl there. It was small and gray with tiny little amber eyes.
Cordy rolled her eyes and sighed as she got to her feet once more and walked over to the balcony. She flung the doors open as she stepped outside to see the owl with a note attached to its small leg.
"Must be someone needing help. Why do they always come to me?" she muttered to herself. She detached the letter and looked at it. "Hmm" she said once more. Her eyes glittered into the night as she looked at the owl.
The young teenager looked at the letter once more before opening it. When she finally read it, she looked stunned and fell back onto a wicker chair. Her mouth fell open and eyes widened. Her breathing almost became irregular but she managed to regulate it again.
"There's no way" she mumbled. Her father came up to check on her.
"Knock knock" he said sarcastically as he entered her room, peering in to see where she was. "Darling, what's wrong?" he asked seeming concerned. She looked at him with her jaw still hanging open and her chest heaving up and down. He took a glance at what she was holding and saw a piece of parchment and an owl beside her.
"What's that?" he asked. Still, no answer. Cordelia's father went over to her and grabbed the letter out of her hand and read it aloud. "Dear Ms. Cordelia Chase, Sorry for the late notice, you have been invited to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He paused for a minute and looked down at his daughter.
He read on, "You will begin your sixth year and will be taught five years worth of magick at nights and on weekends. We will appreciate your answer when you get this owl. Thank you. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster."
His daughter looked up at him. "Come with me" her father grabbed her out of the chair and dragged her downstairs to where her mother was sitting in the living room. Cordelia sat on the sofa with no words coming out of her mouth.
"What kind of witchcraft have you done to be accepted in this kind of school? If this Rosenberg character has been teaching you some of her magic tricks you will never see her again" her father snapped at her.
"She hasn't, daddy. I don't know how I got in. I've never done anything magickal in my life!" Cordelia tried to defend herself.
"What is all of this, Jeffery?" Cordelia's mother spoke.
"Anne, honey, our daughter has just been accepted into a Wizarding school" he said with a fake smile on his face. Anne knew something the other two didn't. "What is it?"
"It's nothing, dear" she said quickly trying to hide something.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Cordelia sat closer to her mother trying to comfort her.
"I haven't been truthful about everything, Jeffery" Anne finally said after a few minutes silence.
"What?" he tried not to snap, but that's how it came out.
"See, I didn't go to school in New York.exactly" she got up and began to pace as Cordelia's father sat down in her place.
"What do you mean you didn't go to school in New York 'exactly'?" he questioned.
"I kind of went somewhere in London, England."
"Oh! So you went with Giles?" Cordelia asked.
"Giles?" her mother asked.
"Our school librarian. He's British."
"Not exactly. I went to Hogwarts. Odd name, I know."
"You were a witch?" Cordelia exclaimed at the same time her father did.
"Not were, still am."
"Oh god" Cordelia mumbled.
"I was relieved when you didn't get accepted when you were eleven. I didn't want you to know so soon. You're half blood. And.you're going to that school" her mother stood up against her father.
"But" her father tried to protest.
"No. She's going" her voice was firm and clear.
Cordelia looked up again at her parents, speechless. "We'll leave tomorrow, Cordy. I'll take you where you need to go and teach you as much as you need no know. We need to pack, well I need to, you will get everything you need for Hogwarts in London" with that her mother walked up the stairs and to her room to pack.
Chapter 1: Finding Out
Email: basketball_angel72002@yahoo.com BsktBllBabe77@aol.com Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Cordelia/Oliver Disclaimer: All BtVS/Angel characters belong to Joss Whedon. All HP characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Distribution: Just ask me. A/N: Yes, she's actually a witch! Can you believe it! Find out who 'she' is in a minute. In the BtVS realm they are in the summer before their junior year (sixteen years old).
FIC ---
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Cordelia lay in her room one night after a long day with her friends. It was almost time for bed. A small owl fluttered to her balcony window and pecked it's beak on the glass. She looked up and saw the owl there. It was small and gray with tiny little amber eyes.
Cordy rolled her eyes and sighed as she got to her feet once more and walked over to the balcony. She flung the doors open as she stepped outside to see the owl with a note attached to its small leg.
"Must be someone needing help. Why do they always come to me?" she muttered to herself. She detached the letter and looked at it. "Hmm" she said once more. Her eyes glittered into the night as she looked at the owl.
The young teenager looked at the letter once more before opening it. When she finally read it, she looked stunned and fell back onto a wicker chair. Her mouth fell open and eyes widened. Her breathing almost became irregular but she managed to regulate it again.
"There's no way" she mumbled. Her father came up to check on her.
"Knock knock" he said sarcastically as he entered her room, peering in to see where she was. "Darling, what's wrong?" he asked seeming concerned. She looked at him with her jaw still hanging open and her chest heaving up and down. He took a glance at what she was holding and saw a piece of parchment and an owl beside her.
"What's that?" he asked. Still, no answer. Cordelia's father went over to her and grabbed the letter out of her hand and read it aloud. "Dear Ms. Cordelia Chase, Sorry for the late notice, you have been invited to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He paused for a minute and looked down at his daughter.
He read on, "You will begin your sixth year and will be taught five years worth of magick at nights and on weekends. We will appreciate your answer when you get this owl. Thank you. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster."
His daughter looked up at him. "Come with me" her father grabbed her out of the chair and dragged her downstairs to where her mother was sitting in the living room. Cordelia sat on the sofa with no words coming out of her mouth.
"What kind of witchcraft have you done to be accepted in this kind of school? If this Rosenberg character has been teaching you some of her magic tricks you will never see her again" her father snapped at her.
"She hasn't, daddy. I don't know how I got in. I've never done anything magickal in my life!" Cordelia tried to defend herself.
"What is all of this, Jeffery?" Cordelia's mother spoke.
"Anne, honey, our daughter has just been accepted into a Wizarding school" he said with a fake smile on his face. Anne knew something the other two didn't. "What is it?"
"It's nothing, dear" she said quickly trying to hide something.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Cordelia sat closer to her mother trying to comfort her.
"I haven't been truthful about everything, Jeffery" Anne finally said after a few minutes silence.
"What?" he tried not to snap, but that's how it came out.
"See, I didn't go to school in New York.exactly" she got up and began to pace as Cordelia's father sat down in her place.
"What do you mean you didn't go to school in New York 'exactly'?" he questioned.
"I kind of went somewhere in London, England."
"Oh! So you went with Giles?" Cordelia asked.
"Giles?" her mother asked.
"Our school librarian. He's British."
"Not exactly. I went to Hogwarts. Odd name, I know."
"You were a witch?" Cordelia exclaimed at the same time her father did.
"Not were, still am."
"Oh god" Cordelia mumbled.
"I was relieved when you didn't get accepted when you were eleven. I didn't want you to know so soon. You're half blood. And.you're going to that school" her mother stood up against her father.
"But" her father tried to protest.
"No. She's going" her voice was firm and clear.
Cordelia looked up again at her parents, speechless. "We'll leave tomorrow, Cordy. I'll take you where you need to go and teach you as much as you need no know. We need to pack, well I need to, you will get everything you need for Hogwarts in London" with that her mother walked up the stairs and to her room to pack.