Disclaimer: Not a whole lot is mine. Actually, almost nothing. Basically,
if you recognize it, it's not mine. Unless it's like the plot or something,
in which case I can't say that I stole that, as I thought of this in the
middle of the night.
Chapter Quote:
We're not like Podunk. I showed up without shoes because I forgot them
--Kelly Clarkson
It was a normal breakfast, and as the owls swooped in, there was a pleasant murmur of chatter. Professor Flitwick had always loved the sleepy Tuesday mornings, as students of varying ages came and went at varying times. There wasn't a lot of noise, as most had forgotten it was no longer the weekend and were still half asleep, wishing they had skipped that last game of virtual quidditch (A Weasley Twins invention, you bought little figures, used your wand to program them and you and your friends could play no matter what the weather) or had saved that discussion on who was the best looking for the morning. In any case, half the students didn't even know what they were putting in their mouths.
There was an small scuffling at Gryffindor table, some third years were leaning over to look at one girls letter. She just shook her head, and put it in her pocket. The other girls looked very disappointed that they did not get to know the contents of said letter, and he assumed it must be from some secret (or not as secret as they would hope) admirer. Ah, it was so much fun to be young.
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She took the letter out for the millionth time that day. The seal on it was the strangest seal she had ever seen, like fire or something with hands pushing it into the shape of a raven. The parchment was heavy, but felt silky smooth to the touch, and seemed blacker than black. All of the other girls who hadn't got mail scrambled over to get a better look, the particularly nosey ones insisting to know who it was from, but she not knowing herself she just shook her head and put it in her pocket. Later, if it was worth sharing, she would tell them. She could open it now, after all it was only history of magic.
She looked around the room at the dozing students, then up at the ghost teacher who was droning on about the Goblin Rebellions. Again. She snuck the strange looking letter out and carefully opened it as to not break the seal, and pulled the letter out. It was very short, only a few sentences. The parchment was the same dark smooth type as the envelope. Stationary, how quaint. She made her own stationary, and it never matched. She bent down, resting the letter on her lap.
Dear Hank, (A letter from family then, she thought, since only her family called her that)
How was last summer? Did you enjoy the Garnet? If you want, you can go meet Matthew again. I can arrange it all.
Yours Truly,
Tom.
She was confused for a second, then it sank in. She gave what she hoped was an ear splitting scream, threw the letter down and fainted. Just before the darkness came totally she saw an eerie face swim in and out of my vision. "I can arrange it all", it said, then laughed and laughed.
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A/N was that to horrible? Do you want me to write more? Do you care about what that letter was about? Oh, part of this fic is based on actual fact (I know, shocking thing) so I will be paraphrasing some of the stuff we had to say about, and putting some stories in and yeah. So that's that then. Now go and review...
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Chapter Quote:
We're not like Podunk. I showed up without shoes because I forgot them
--Kelly Clarkson
It was a normal breakfast, and as the owls swooped in, there was a pleasant murmur of chatter. Professor Flitwick had always loved the sleepy Tuesday mornings, as students of varying ages came and went at varying times. There wasn't a lot of noise, as most had forgotten it was no longer the weekend and were still half asleep, wishing they had skipped that last game of virtual quidditch (A Weasley Twins invention, you bought little figures, used your wand to program them and you and your friends could play no matter what the weather) or had saved that discussion on who was the best looking for the morning. In any case, half the students didn't even know what they were putting in their mouths.
There was an small scuffling at Gryffindor table, some third years were leaning over to look at one girls letter. She just shook her head, and put it in her pocket. The other girls looked very disappointed that they did not get to know the contents of said letter, and he assumed it must be from some secret (or not as secret as they would hope) admirer. Ah, it was so much fun to be young.
~*~
She took the letter out for the millionth time that day. The seal on it was the strangest seal she had ever seen, like fire or something with hands pushing it into the shape of a raven. The parchment was heavy, but felt silky smooth to the touch, and seemed blacker than black. All of the other girls who hadn't got mail scrambled over to get a better look, the particularly nosey ones insisting to know who it was from, but she not knowing herself she just shook her head and put it in her pocket. Later, if it was worth sharing, she would tell them. She could open it now, after all it was only history of magic.
She looked around the room at the dozing students, then up at the ghost teacher who was droning on about the Goblin Rebellions. Again. She snuck the strange looking letter out and carefully opened it as to not break the seal, and pulled the letter out. It was very short, only a few sentences. The parchment was the same dark smooth type as the envelope. Stationary, how quaint. She made her own stationary, and it never matched. She bent down, resting the letter on her lap.
Dear Hank, (A letter from family then, she thought, since only her family called her that)
How was last summer? Did you enjoy the Garnet? If you want, you can go meet Matthew again. I can arrange it all.
Yours Truly,
Tom.
She was confused for a second, then it sank in. She gave what she hoped was an ear splitting scream, threw the letter down and fainted. Just before the darkness came totally she saw an eerie face swim in and out of my vision. "I can arrange it all", it said, then laughed and laughed.
~*~
A/N was that to horrible? Do you want me to write more? Do you care about what that letter was about? Oh, part of this fic is based on actual fact (I know, shocking thing) so I will be paraphrasing some of the stuff we had to say about, and putting some stories in and yeah. So that's that then. Now go and review...
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