I will not stop writing They Call me Poison, this is just an idea that I've had the general idea of for a while, and upon finding no story of the same-ish nature, I decide to write and post it. If big words confuse you, open another tab to go to an online dictionary. I made this one real hard to understand because this is a genius child.
"Rodger?" I called out timidly, peering around the large door that led into his office.
"Yes Waka, what is it?" Rodgers old voice answered kindly, inviting me into the expansive office.
"I got a letter", I replied, sliding the unopened yellowing envelope onto the desk in front of him. "I didn't want to open it, just incase it had a biological weapon or something of that sort in it."
Rodgers eyes squinted as he smiled at me, taking the envelope from the wood.
"Thank you Waka, that's very thoughtful of you", Rodger lifted the envelope to his face and examined it carefully. "How was it delivered?"
"By a tyto alba", I replied nervously.
He just 'hm'-ed and handed me the letter.
"It seems fine to open to me."
I nodded at him and walked back to the door so I could return to my room in the orphanage. My parents had left me on the steps of Whammy's Orphanage as soon as I was released from the hospital. Rodger and Watari say they don't know why, but I think it's because of my eyes. They are red and there is a yellowish tinge to the sclera. I think they also gave me my ability, to see the numbers floating above their heads.
I stopped mentioning it though when they started taking me to the psychiatrist. The psychiatrist had a really low number above his head, and on my last visit to him, the number hit zero and he died. I was only five at the time.
Now I am ten, turning eleven in late September.
I entered my room and shut the door behind me carefully. I walked over to my bed and sat down on it, pushing some of my CDs out of the way.
I opened the letter slowly and pulled out the first piece of paper. I skipped over the titles at the top of the page and straight to the body of the letter.
Dear Ms. Waka,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list if all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We will send a professor to explain the situation thoroughly.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
I frowned at the contents of the letter before pulling out the afore mentioned list.
Uniform
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes(black)
One plain pointed hat(black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves(dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak(black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
By Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Albert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
By Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
By Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
By Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
I put the paper down and frowned even further. Did Mello make this as a prank? I slipped off of my bed and skipped over to my door, opening it and running out into the hallway, closing the door behind me as I left.
I found Mello and Matt in the Movie Room, where we kept the television and videogame consoles.
"Mello, did you think it was a funny joke?" I asked, pushing on his back lightly with my foot to catch his attention.
"What?" He asked, turning his head away from watching Matt play a game, chocolate hanging out of his mouth.
"The letter", I replied, crossing my arms.
He just shrugged and turned back to the screen, meaning he either did it, or he just didn't care at the moment. I was guessing the later. I sighed and went back to my room dejectedly.
I opened the door and screamed. Standing next to my bed was a man with dwarfism (I would later learn he was actually a dwarf).
"Who are you?" I whimpered, taking a step backward and into the hall.
"I am Professor Flitwick, the professor for charms class at Hogwarts", He replied, smiling at me kindly.
"RODGER!" I shouted, running down the hallway and right into the man I was screaming for.
"What is it Waka?" He asked, gripping my shoulders and looking into my frightened eyes; well, where my frightened eyes would have been if my hair wasn't covering them.
"There's a strange man in my bedroom!" I rushed, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the open door.
Rodger followed me to my room, where the man still was.
"Who are you?" Rodger, asked, pushing me behind him quickly.
"I am Professor Flitwick", he repeated. He picked up the letter on my bed and handed it to Rodger. "This should explain."
I glanced at the gathered crowd of kids, who probably showed up after hearing my scream. I looked back to Rodger who had finished reading the letter.
"Let us move into my office for some more privacy", Rodger suggested as the professor picked up the second part of the letter.
"Yes, let's", the man replied, and we all headed to Rodger's office after he told everyone to return to their activities.
Professor Flitwick explained to us that the school would teach me what I needed to know to survive in the wizarding world, and I could decline if I wished to. He then moved on to explain how to exchange English currency for Wizard currency at Gringrotts Bank, and how to enter Diagon Alley- the wizarding strip mall where I was to get all my supplies.
"So dear, would you like to go to Hogwarts?" He asked me, placing his small hands in his lap.
I thought about it for a moment.
"Yes, I would like to expand horizons", I replied, my mouth twitching a bit at the corners.
We then made plans with the professor on when I was going to go shopping in Diagon Alley and where I was to meet him in Kings Cross Station in London on the first of September. We were shopping in two days, and then four days from then, we were to meet at the barrier between nine and ten.
The shopping went by uneventfully. I got a pandion haliaetus instead of a member of the striginae or tytonidae family.
And the following four days were just as uneventful.
GENIUS KID
I was completely astonished. My professor pushed me through the barrier and now I had to board the train. I took a large backpack and Eska-my pet- with me as carry-on.
I walked down the isle, long before the train was meant to depart. And even though it was at that time, most of the compartments were full. I found one that had only two boys in it and opened it timidly.
"Do you think I could accompany you on the trip to Hogwarts?" I asked nervously, my legs close together, my shoulders hunched and feet turned inward.
"Uh, sure", they both replied.
"Thank you", I said before entering and shutting the door behind me.
I took a seat next to the dark haired one and set my backpack on my lap, hooking my hands on the top to keep it there.
"I'm Ron Weasley", the red head spoke up, trying to break the awkward silence that took over the cabin.
"I am Waka", I replied, giving a shy smile.
"And I'm Harry Potter", the dark haired boy piped up, then seemed to wait for something.
"Where are you from?" Ron asked quickly, seeming shocked that I didn't really have a reaction.
"Winchester, and yourselves?" I replied, beginning to feel a bit more comfortable talking to them.
"Uh… the Burrow", Ron replied, not really knowing how to.
"I'm from London", Harry replied. "Do you not know my name like everyone else?"
"I know it now. Why would everyone else know it too?"
"You don't know who Harry Potter is!" Ron shouted, his mouth open.
"Should I know?" I asked, shrinking back into the seat.
"I didn't know either until a couple days ago", Harry got in before Ron launched into a story about 'You-Know-Who' and how Harry killed him when he was a baby because the spell backfired or something of that sort.
"Interesting", I mumbled to myself before glancing at their numbers. They were long, nothing to worry about there.
A girl burst into the compartment.
"I'm looking for a toad, Neville's lost it", she drawled rudely, not even stopping for pleasantries. "Have you seen one? I'm Hermione Granger by the way."
"I'm Ron Weasley."
"I am Waka."
"I'm Harry Potter."
She gasped and sat down next Ron.
"Are you really? I've read all about you!" She leaned in and studied him like an experiment.
"Great?" Harry replied, unsuredly.
She went onto a rant about Hogwarts before insulting Ron's freckles and leaving.
"I don't like her", I let slip and Ron was quick to agree, Harry soon after.