Disclaimer: They aren't mine…but I wish they were…
A/N: I can't really believe I'm writing this, but "I must obey the uuuurrrrrggggeeeeee!" *begins walking around like Frankenstein…or the Herbal Essence ads…which ever you think is weirder…
The Student: Invitation
Morgan sat in her kitchen. It was hot…mid July. Her parents were at work…they were always at work. Mother was the CEO for Nike and Father was an admiral in the United States Navy. She looked around the spacey dining room. Mahogany furniture, two chandeliers, fine China, a hand-made, hand- dyed Indian rug, rosemary wood floors. Life was successful for this family. They had a cook who was busily preparing Morgan a fruit plate for breakfast. The butler, Addison, was perfecting the dish and preparing a place for the girl out on the patio. Life was far too sweet.
Morgan sighed. She hated being to well provided for. Sure, she had a chauffeur to drive her around, a horse stable, a design studio for her art, and top-of-the-line designer clothes, but she didn't have anything to be proud of. She sighed again. Life was boring…
"Miss Morgan, your breakfast is awaiting you," Addison interrupted her thoughts. She nodded and stood up, walking obediently to the patio. The cook placed a glass of pineapple juice by her plate and nodded before walking back into his kitchen. Maude nudged Morgan's arm and she smiled.
"Hey, boy. I don't think you want a piece of fruit," she said to him. Addison had walked up again. He cleared his throat when the girl didn't notice his reappearance and her head shot up.
"Sorry, Addison."
"Quite alright, my dear. A letter has arrived for you, ma'am," he said, bowing. He handed a letter to her. It was a very strange letter indeed. Her address was written in green ink, her favorite color. On the back, it was sealed with an old fashioned stamp and some sort of coat of arms was above it.
"Hogwarts? Never heard of it. Addison, do you know who…this…is…Addison?" she asked. He had already gone, without making a sound. He always seemed to sneak off like that. She shook her head and opened the letter.
"Dear Miss Morgan Frell, you have been invited to attend Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…" she said allowed. Magic? She had practiced on her own somewhat with an old book she found in an even older bookstore. She had just been reading it…it had entertained her. But if her parents found out, she was dead. What would they think of this? Was it real?
"Addison?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Could you call my father and mother? Tell them it's urgent…"
If she had to tell them, she might as well do it then. She stared at the letter. Dumbledore. What a weird name. But then again…She was sixteen. Maybe this was her way out…
A/N: Warning: my stories have short chapters, but most people like them!
A/N: I can't really believe I'm writing this, but "I must obey the uuuurrrrrggggeeeeee!" *begins walking around like Frankenstein…or the Herbal Essence ads…which ever you think is weirder…
The Student: Invitation
Morgan sat in her kitchen. It was hot…mid July. Her parents were at work…they were always at work. Mother was the CEO for Nike and Father was an admiral in the United States Navy. She looked around the spacey dining room. Mahogany furniture, two chandeliers, fine China, a hand-made, hand- dyed Indian rug, rosemary wood floors. Life was successful for this family. They had a cook who was busily preparing Morgan a fruit plate for breakfast. The butler, Addison, was perfecting the dish and preparing a place for the girl out on the patio. Life was far too sweet.
Morgan sighed. She hated being to well provided for. Sure, she had a chauffeur to drive her around, a horse stable, a design studio for her art, and top-of-the-line designer clothes, but she didn't have anything to be proud of. She sighed again. Life was boring…
"Miss Morgan, your breakfast is awaiting you," Addison interrupted her thoughts. She nodded and stood up, walking obediently to the patio. The cook placed a glass of pineapple juice by her plate and nodded before walking back into his kitchen. Maude nudged Morgan's arm and she smiled.
"Hey, boy. I don't think you want a piece of fruit," she said to him. Addison had walked up again. He cleared his throat when the girl didn't notice his reappearance and her head shot up.
"Sorry, Addison."
"Quite alright, my dear. A letter has arrived for you, ma'am," he said, bowing. He handed a letter to her. It was a very strange letter indeed. Her address was written in green ink, her favorite color. On the back, it was sealed with an old fashioned stamp and some sort of coat of arms was above it.
"Hogwarts? Never heard of it. Addison, do you know who…this…is…Addison?" she asked. He had already gone, without making a sound. He always seemed to sneak off like that. She shook her head and opened the letter.
"Dear Miss Morgan Frell, you have been invited to attend Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…" she said allowed. Magic? She had practiced on her own somewhat with an old book she found in an even older bookstore. She had just been reading it…it had entertained her. But if her parents found out, she was dead. What would they think of this? Was it real?
"Addison?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Could you call my father and mother? Tell them it's urgent…"
If she had to tell them, she might as well do it then. She stared at the letter. Dumbledore. What a weird name. But then again…She was sixteen. Maybe this was her way out…
A/N: Warning: my stories have short chapters, but most people like them!