Curiosity and Denial
Walking into the bathroom, right before bagpipe lesson, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a dark, human-shaped shadow, apparently lounging against the wall. Whirling around, I let out a gasp. There was a stranger standing in my bathroom! A dark, handsome boy at that, but that thought didn't stay long. I happened to have a few other things on my mind concerning this boy.
"Wha – what – who are you? How did you get in my bathroom! And WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Sorry, finding a stranger in my bathroom set my nerves on edge.
"Shh!" The boy grinned. "You called me, of course. And Professor Dumbledore let me come, considering the 'situation' you're in."
At this point, shock and confusion exceeded my anger, a feat difficult to achieve. "Wha – wait a sec. Professor Dumbledore? But those books are fiction. And copyrighted!"
The boy chuckled quietly at me, making me seethe with anger. "Okay, hear me out. You need to go to bagpipe lessons (who plays bagpipes, anyway?), then when you come home, I'll fill you in on everything."
I glared at him. "I hate my curiosity. And you! You've made me go to extremes." And before he could stop me, I stuck my finger down my throat and vomited into the toilet.
Stay here! I mouthed to him, then hobbled out into the hallway.
"Mom!" I called weakly. "I'm think I'm sick. I was fine before, but I've just thrown up."
"Oh, honey!" She ran to check my temperature, which fortunately had risen in the shock I had just received. "You're hot. I'll call you bagpipes teacher. Why don't you go lie down? I'll bring a bucket up to you."
"No, that's okay, mom. I'll bring the bucket. Tell Davy not to bother me. I want to be left alone." Davy was my nickname for my brother, David
"Okay, sweetie." And she bustled off to call my bagpipe teacher. Meanwhile, I rinsed my mouth out.
The cute boy looked impressed. "Wow," he said. "I know of only a few people who would do that just to satisfy their curiosity, and one of them is me. I think we'll get along well, Sanya Isis Calladorr." He offered his hand, but I merely glowered at it. I detest puking, and said so.
"The info better be good, or I'll beat you to a bloody pulp." I grabbed a bucket and motioned for him to follow me.
"Come on, but be quiet. Someone who's just thrown up doesn't run upstairs." So he followed me – quietly – upstairs, into my room, and under the curtain that separated my cave-like bed from the rest of my room.
I pointed to a rat's nest worth of blankets and pillows, and said, "If anyone comes, hide in all of that. It's clean, and I'll deal with the people. Probably pretend to throw up on them." I allowed a hint of a smile before I snapped at him. "Now spill."
The boy was gazing around the books that covered my walls and the floor. "Bloody hell, you have almost as many books as Moony. What? Oh, the information." He said 'information' in such a superior tone that I wanted to smack him. He must have seen this look on my face, because he hurried on.
"As I told you before, you called me. No, no, let me talk. It's my turn. You're probably thinking, 'What in the world is this guy talking about?' but it's true. You called me, believe it or not, by thinking about me. A great deal of thinking about me. So when I told Professor Dumbledore about the summonings I'd had, he looked into your background. And he found that you were – " The boy stopped suddenly. "I mean, he found that you had had no training at all. For three years! You are fourteen, right?" I nodded. "Good. Anyway, he found out that the school in your part of the world had completely shut down. You could have gone to Massachusetts, but Salem doesn't look beyond it's own nose.
"So he allowed me to come and fetch you, on the conditions that I tell you and your parents the truth, and that I tutor you." He flashed his pearly-whites at me. "Shouldn't be hard, if you're as good in magic as in ordinary school."
I'm sorry if at this point I sound as if I were slightly lacking in the noggin', but my mind was reeling. Wouldn't yours be?
"Huh?"
The boy rolled his eyes at me. "Don't you understand? I thought it would be obvious by now. Sanya, you're a witch!"