"Great! Just great! I have to find my father, make new friends, learn
witchcraft in a school, not go to High School (well that's a plus), and
mourn for my mother! Life is just 'peachy'." I said sarcastically to who
ever just asked me if I was "fine". I mean don't they get it? I just lost
my mother to a psycho-murderer! Nothing is fine. It just makes me so
mad. I mean I'm 16 years old and then I get uprooted from the only home
I've ever known, because some asshole killed my mom. This is so not fair.
Well I got to go, some old guy with a really long grey beard and an
annoying twinkle in his eye just came in. I hate my life!
Bye bye
Jess
"Hello, Mr...." I said annoyed and yet surprisingly happy; no, not happy, just less depressed.
"Dumbledore." He replied.
"Hello Mr. Dumbledore. Why was it decided that I had to go to Hogwarts?"
"Well, Mrs. Parmelee..." he began.
"Jessica," I interrupted, "that's not my mom's real last name and I don't know who my dad is, so until I do, and find out more about myself, I don't have a last name."
"Ok, Miss Jessica, you are here because your mother appointed me your legal guardian. I have some questions, if you don't mind."
"Yeah."
"Did your mother tell you she was a witch?" he asked.
"Yes. I knew since I was small. She taught me about the wizarding world and tried to find out where my interests lay. Then when I turned 10 she started home schooling me in witchcraft as I went to a muggle school." I explained.
"Well, what did your mother find you liked best?"
"She found I was good at all subjects; History Transfiguration, DADA, Herbology, and potions. However I was best at potions. However, I also had astronomy, just for fun."
"Well that is great. Would you like to add a class or use the time to find out who you are?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Like Independent Study."
"Yes." He answered simply.
"Sure then." I replied.
"Ok, you will be in the 6th year. Sorry that school has already started, so you will be sorted tonight in my office and then I will give you your schedule tomorrow."
"Why don't we just do that now? I'm tired from the jet lag, and not hungry. I just want to go to bed."
Well, ok." Dumbledore said, and called for the Sorting Hat. Surprisingly when he put in my head, it started to talk.
"Well let me see here. Hmm... Hmm...., that's interesting." It muttered.
"What?" I asked it in my mind, it seemed natural to talk to it that way.
"Ah, it's interesting that you don't know who you are just yet. The house you should be in is closely related to your father." The Hat explained.
"And what house would that be?" I asked, excited to learn more about my father.
"SLITHERIN!" The Hat yelled, so loud that it seemed all the world could hear.
Bye bye
Jess
"Hello, Mr...." I said annoyed and yet surprisingly happy; no, not happy, just less depressed.
"Dumbledore." He replied.
"Hello Mr. Dumbledore. Why was it decided that I had to go to Hogwarts?"
"Well, Mrs. Parmelee..." he began.
"Jessica," I interrupted, "that's not my mom's real last name and I don't know who my dad is, so until I do, and find out more about myself, I don't have a last name."
"Ok, Miss Jessica, you are here because your mother appointed me your legal guardian. I have some questions, if you don't mind."
"Yeah."
"Did your mother tell you she was a witch?" he asked.
"Yes. I knew since I was small. She taught me about the wizarding world and tried to find out where my interests lay. Then when I turned 10 she started home schooling me in witchcraft as I went to a muggle school." I explained.
"Well, what did your mother find you liked best?"
"She found I was good at all subjects; History Transfiguration, DADA, Herbology, and potions. However I was best at potions. However, I also had astronomy, just for fun."
"Well that is great. Would you like to add a class or use the time to find out who you are?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Like Independent Study."
"Yes." He answered simply.
"Sure then." I replied.
"Ok, you will be in the 6th year. Sorry that school has already started, so you will be sorted tonight in my office and then I will give you your schedule tomorrow."
"Why don't we just do that now? I'm tired from the jet lag, and not hungry. I just want to go to bed."
Well, ok." Dumbledore said, and called for the Sorting Hat. Surprisingly when he put in my head, it started to talk.
"Well let me see here. Hmm... Hmm...., that's interesting." It muttered.
"What?" I asked it in my mind, it seemed natural to talk to it that way.
"Ah, it's interesting that you don't know who you are just yet. The house you should be in is closely related to your father." The Hat explained.
"And what house would that be?" I asked, excited to learn more about my father.
"SLITHERIN!" The Hat yelled, so loud that it seemed all the world could hear.