"Another day of this miserable exsistence I call my life" you muttered to herself as you set your books down in first period which happened to be the worst... calculus. Mrs Fennerman, or Tripped-out-mMcFen as you called her, came in looking slightly disheveled and smelling distinctly of some foreign herb.
"Now, today class, we are going to be discussing a more advanced Pathagorean thereom developed by..."
And thats when you tuned out. It was like this everyday. Some new concept, notes, a quiz, homework... over and over again, never ceasing. Since you were on block schedual, you only had 4 blocks a day, which means each class was an hour and a half. Which basically meant you were there until you were 50. You stared around the classroom, but having no friends in that class, you ended up just staring at the clock on the wall.
Why is it moving so slow.. ahhhhh you thought. Okay... go faster ready... GO!...nothing... okay lets try it again You said and put her finger out in front of you (inconspicuously) and twirled it around clockwise while staring at the clock, making a feeble attempt at making the time go faster using "magic". Nada. Nothing. Wow.. am i really that desperate that i would turn to magic? I'm insane. This class is making me insane... SOMEONE TAKE ME OUT OF HERE you desperately thought to yourself sounding somewhat hysterical even to yourself.
Grudgingly the period passed, and you were let out...two more periods went by and you found yourself in the last class of the day watching yet another clock tick slowly by. Seeing as though you were in English class, and everyone else in your class was an incompetant moron, you decided to fool around with your pencil..."Ready... FLOAT!" you whispered to your pencil... nothing happened "COME ON! I know you can hear me..." you whispered again to your pencil looking for the slightest sign of movement while tingling your fingers menacingly hoping to scare it into jumping off the table.
"What the heck are you doing Aurora? Have you lost your mind?" came a voice next to you, one of your classmates, but certainly not a friend --Coal Duncan, the cream of the crop. Suddenly you realized that you were sitting in English class trying to make a pencil float...
"Uh no.. I was.. practicing for the new play.. I'm in theater you know"
"Oh... right" cough.
After a couple more moments, he turned back to pretending to listen to Mr Dunker and you turned back to your stubborn pencil and tried again.. "If you dont float I'm going to break you" you whipered fervently to it. Then you tingled your fingers and to your shock it twitched.. ever so slightly but rose a centimeter off your desk and then came straight down and dropped on the floor. Panicking you looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, which they didnt seem to and you stood up suddenly and said you had a headache and darted out of the room after grabbing your mysterious pencil.
Since you lived only 3 blocks from school you just darted out of the school not even bothering to check out or get any of your homework but flat out sprinting down Halliwell Drive and into your driveway and into the door faster than you had every gotten to or from school. Panting slightly you ran up to your room and jumped on your bed and stared at the pencil.."Okay, breathe, I was probably just imagining it. I just really wanted it to happen and my mind played a trick on me or this is all a dream. Yes a dream. No, okay. There's only one way to settle this" you said outloud, forgetting that talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity. You set the pencil down a couple feet away and sat on the very back of your bed, against the headboard and just stared at the pencil. "Okay pencil, prove I'm not as insane as I feel right now, float!" At first nothing happened. You were started to feel the tension in your chest lighten slightly at the thought of just imagining all of it when the pencil shot a foot in the air and just hovered there above your bed. You stared transfixed at the pencil and went over to feel under and over it just to make sure for some reason it wasnt dangling from strings somehow. Of course that would be impossible..no, floating is impossible. okay. im dreaming pinch Okay, not dreaming, check. THEN WHAT IS GOING ON
After asserting that the pencil was indeed floating, you tried to come up with reasons for why the hell it would be floating in the first place, because there was no way you did that and there was no such thing as magic. After around an hour you narrowed it down to either someone was playing an extremely elaborate joke on you, you really were as insane as your mother always said you were, or something extremely fishy was going on. Either way, no matter what the answer was, you decided to try it again. And this time, with ease, the pencil floated and stayed where it was and you tried doing something more complicated so you could rule out someone playing a joke on you. You told it to do a twirl in mid air, counterclockwise, which it did immediately. Although you were still very shocked, it was started to dwindle away and you started to feel more at ease with the whole thing.
Still though, this may be some extremely strange dream that i just cant seem to wake up from... you thought and you laid down on your bed, and after that exhausting day you figured your mind would be reeling or hours, but instead your felt your eyes drooping within 5 minutes and fell fast asleep.
When you woke up, you didnt even remember anything out of the ordinary happening the day before, And then it suddenly dawned on you and everything came flying back. You sat up boltright staring around and when you looked straight ahead you realized that the pencil from last night was still hovering a foot or so above the foot of your bed, and you thought it was because you never told it to land.
So in your head this time, rather than outloud, you ordered it to fall onto the bed, which it did. Since yesterday was neither a hoax, a timewarp and you werent going insane, you decided this was not only frightening but thrilling at the same time.
You also decided that, since today was Saturday, you would spend all day doing things with your mind to see what you could do. Over the rest of the day, you sent the pencil flying this way and that even all the way down the street and back.
Around 5 pm you moved on to bigger things such as your hair brush, and then your radio. Now you were attempting to make your television hover and it was going pretty well until your little brother stormed into your room, wearing a gladiator helmet and screaming something about how he wanted his ransom money in pure gold. Not only did this scare the crap out of you but it also made you lose concentration on the hovering TV and it fell to the ground crunching and shattering.
"HOW DID YOU DO THAT!" your little brother, Tristan, screamed.
"Uhh.. Do what!" you said stalling for time.
"Make that tv float!" "What are you talking about I was just holding it and you came in and I jumped on my bed and uh.."
"Oh well still." And he picked up the hair brush on the floor and lifted it to his mouth and pretended it was a microphone "Ladies and gentleman, in this corner the coolest boy in the world weighing in at 2 million pounds.. TRISTAN THE BOY WONDER! And in the other corner, Superfreak McGee and her television! DING DING DING!" Tristan was laughing so hard and you got so mad that you glared at him and the door and he flew out and the door slammed behind him and locked automatically.
This could get interesting... you thought to yourself, putting your arms behind your head and laying back on your bed.
Just as you were drifting off, your heard a loud thump on your door which could only mean one thing ...Tristan the boy wonder had returned. You unlocked the door and opened it revealing him standing there with a squirtgun and before you could think your mind started working fervishly and Tristan dropped the toy gun and stood on one leg hopping around and around with his finger on his nose singing row row row your boat. Your mind was more powerful than you thought.
With that you closed your door and locked it again and lifted whatever you did to your brother off of him and laid back down. This time you were immediately re-disturbed by a loud crash against your window.
When you opened it a beautiful tawny owl screeched and flew in, landing on your dresser clutching something in its beak and something else in its talons. There was an envelope and a dead bloody mouse. When you took the letter, it took off, leaving the rotting mouse corpse as a lovely departing gift for you on your dresser. You leviated it out your window and into the neighbors yard before closing the window and turning your attention to the letter.
On the front there was scribbled Aurora V. Borealis, 136 Halliwell Dr. Upstairs bedroom, Middle of the room.
Confused and a little alarmed you opened the letter cautiously.
Dear Aurora,
We, the Ministry of Magic, have been informed that there has been illegal underage magic, that has taken place in your home several times. The levitation spell, while not entirely dangerous, is still illegal to preform until you get your restricted magic license taken away and are given the unrestricted version when you are seventeen, which is of age as you should already be aware. The wand-finder seems to be malfunctioning because we can not detect a wand in your household, however this may be for other reasons. You have an upcoming trial on August 3rd where you will be tried for underage sorcery. The trial is to be taken place at 12:30 sharp, in courtroom six. Do not be tardy.
Thankyou,
Matilda Hopchick, Junior Undersecretary to Minister Cornelius Fudge
Sorcery? Ministry of Magic? Wands? Levitaion spells? WHAT IS GOING ON You had no idea what a wand was, because it certainly couldnt be a magic wand like in Cinderella.. could it? Well, I've certainly seen my fair share of strange goings-on in this house... so maybe it is plausible..are there more people like me, you thought, comprehension dawning on you. With this, you ran to the phone and called your best friend and told her to be at your house in less than 2 seconds or you were going to die. When she got there you screamed "AERIS!" and tackled her, then continued talking "Um, okay have you ever done something or seen something that cant be possible... but it happened anyway?"
"What are you getting at..."
"Okay, promise not to scream..."
"Okay, watch" And with that you made the cd player that she had taken with her, out of her hands and made it frloat all the way across the room and to your desk.
"...WHAT THE..." and she started to back away, this was what you were afraidof"WHAT ARE YOU!"
"Aeris please don't freak, i dont know whats going on, please dont be afraid..!"
"How did you find out... "
An hour later, Aeris was completely filled in about your powers and the letter and the hearing and such. Seeing as though you had no idea how to get to the 'Ministry of Magic' you settled for hoping they would contact you earlier.
Aeris started coming over everyday after school to witness your new powers or what you've done recently with them. Summer seemed to fly by as you discovered many more pwers that you had such as being able to create ice in your hand, but it always seemed to turn to slush really quickly so you were working on perfecting it. August 3rd rolled around and you were really nervous, seeing as though you didnt know what was going to happen and you had no idea how you were going to get anywhere, or what they were going to do to you if and when you didn't show up. The second 12:40 rolled around an owl crashed into your window and you went to recieve it, this time it was a redish brown barn owl and there was no dead rodents in its talons, thank God. You opened the letter that it was holding in its beak as it flew away.
Dear Aurora,
You have failed to show up for your disciplinary hearing which was to take place at 12:30 in courtroom six at the ministry of magic today, August 3rd. For lack of attending this important hearing, someone will be coming by shortly to escort you to Azkaban prison for a total of 2 weeks. First you will meet with Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.
Thankyou,
Matilda Hopchick, Junior Undersecretary to Minister Cornelius Fudge
Seconds after you finished reading there was a hard rapping your bedroom door. It couldnt have been your mother, because she was at work, and you brother was off at baseball practice or something. You didnt know who it could be, because Aeris wouldve just walzed right in, and never EVER knocked. Panicing you opened your window again and attempted to get out that way and aoid whoever was at your door... waiting. Just as you got one leg out your bedroom door was opened and two business-like men stepped in carrying two long rods of some sort. The one on the left who had brown mousy hair muttered something and you blacked out.
When you opened your eyes you were in an office of some type and before you had a chance to look around a mans voice spoke from across the room. "Ah, Miss Borealis, I see the criminal has awoken. Please hurry up and come to my desk so we can get a little conversation in until the guards come to take you away. By the way, I don't beleive we've met, I'm Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic."