Beyond the Shattered Glass
| Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowlings does nimwits. I wish I did, and am utterly
obsessed with this magnificent book series, but alas, I do not. |
|OOC note: Oh yes.. and as I havent finished the 5th book (( CURSE shareing -.-;)) You may read
this without fear of spoilers. I know none of this is really possible in the books so dont flame.
's just a bit of fun on my part. So read on.|
Ami Wenchal awoke one lovely day, squinting in the morning light shineing in her eyes. Her mother's cat, which in her opinion was evil, mewed annoyingly outside her door. Ami pulled her covers irritably over her pretty little face. August 21st. Shed have to get ready for school soon. She attended Malificum Acadamy of Magic. She pulled off her covers, rubbing her aqua optics and stretching in her midnight blue, silver moon-and-star PJs. She was of course, excited about her third year in the lovely school, located in rural Montana. But at the same time she had this nagging in the back of her head that something was going to happen. Something good mind you, but something that would entirely change her young life. The thirteen-year-old plodded downstairs, ignoreing her parents looks. They had -er.. not liked the fact their only daughter was a witch. She tucked a stray lock of red-brown hair behind her ear as she made herself a peice of toast, nibbleing on it only for a moment before an owl tumbled through a nearby open window. She grinned, takeing the letter and giveing it a stroke, offering it a peice of her crust. She examined the parchment envelope a moment. It had an odd seal on it. Not Malificum's seal for sure. She opened it slowly and two peices of parchment fell out. She picked one up, expecting some kind of explination while the owl took flight, knocking over the sugar bowl. It stated:
Mrs. Ami Wenchal,
You have been transfered to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from Malificum Acadamy of Magic. Transportation to the school, located in Ireland, will be provided by the school. Enclosed is your school requirement list. Mr. Aurther Weasly will pick you up at 6:00pm on September 1st.
Sincerly,
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ami just sat there, eyes wide, staring at the letter. What the...???! What did they mean transfered?! She happened to like Malificum thank you!! What was going on here?! She slammed the letter on the table, causeing both her parents to look back at her from the living room, where they had been so contently watching Good Morning America. She scanned over the school requirement list. Did these idiots ask HER opinion on this matter?! Of COURSE not!!! This was soooo not fair! What if she didnt want to go to this stupid Hogwarts place.. even though she had read it was supposidly a wicked school. She sighed. She really didnt know what to think. She folded her arms, abandoning her toast and sulking off to pout. She supposed shed tell her friend, Catherine Reeves, when they used floo powder to pick up their supplies in Diagon Alley. She sighed. This ment they would be seperated. Not a pleasant thought for Ami. She flopped onto her bed, glareing at her ceiling as if this whole thing was the plaster's fault. rolled onto her stomach and promptly screamed into her pillow until she turned a lovely shade of scarlet in the face. Shed say it again : This. Was. Not. Fair.
| Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowlings does nimwits. I wish I did, and am utterly
obsessed with this magnificent book series, but alas, I do not. |
|OOC note: Oh yes.. and as I havent finished the 5th book (( CURSE shareing -.-;)) You may read
this without fear of spoilers. I know none of this is really possible in the books so dont flame.
's just a bit of fun on my part. So read on.|
Ami Wenchal awoke one lovely day, squinting in the morning light shineing in her eyes. Her mother's cat, which in her opinion was evil, mewed annoyingly outside her door. Ami pulled her covers irritably over her pretty little face. August 21st. Shed have to get ready for school soon. She attended Malificum Acadamy of Magic. She pulled off her covers, rubbing her aqua optics and stretching in her midnight blue, silver moon-and-star PJs. She was of course, excited about her third year in the lovely school, located in rural Montana. But at the same time she had this nagging in the back of her head that something was going to happen. Something good mind you, but something that would entirely change her young life. The thirteen-year-old plodded downstairs, ignoreing her parents looks. They had -er.. not liked the fact their only daughter was a witch. She tucked a stray lock of red-brown hair behind her ear as she made herself a peice of toast, nibbleing on it only for a moment before an owl tumbled through a nearby open window. She grinned, takeing the letter and giveing it a stroke, offering it a peice of her crust. She examined the parchment envelope a moment. It had an odd seal on it. Not Malificum's seal for sure. She opened it slowly and two peices of parchment fell out. She picked one up, expecting some kind of explination while the owl took flight, knocking over the sugar bowl. It stated:
Mrs. Ami Wenchal,
You have been transfered to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from Malificum Acadamy of Magic. Transportation to the school, located in Ireland, will be provided by the school. Enclosed is your school requirement list. Mr. Aurther Weasly will pick you up at 6:00pm on September 1st.
Sincerly,
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ami just sat there, eyes wide, staring at the letter. What the...???! What did they mean transfered?! She happened to like Malificum thank you!! What was going on here?! She slammed the letter on the table, causeing both her parents to look back at her from the living room, where they had been so contently watching Good Morning America. She scanned over the school requirement list. Did these idiots ask HER opinion on this matter?! Of COURSE not!!! This was soooo not fair! What if she didnt want to go to this stupid Hogwarts place.. even though she had read it was supposidly a wicked school. She sighed. She really didnt know what to think. She folded her arms, abandoning her toast and sulking off to pout. She supposed shed tell her friend, Catherine Reeves, when they used floo powder to pick up their supplies in Diagon Alley. She sighed. This ment they would be seperated. Not a pleasant thought for Ami. She flopped onto her bed, glareing at her ceiling as if this whole thing was the plaster's fault. rolled onto her stomach and promptly screamed into her pillow until she turned a lovely shade of scarlet in the face. Shed say it again : This. Was. Not. Fair.