Chapter One
A young girl sat down on a worn, leather armchair. Parts were so worn from are running her arm along it, that stuffing from inside of it, were billowing out. It seemed daily that her mother would have to cast a spell upon its material.
She couldn't help but wonder when her father would arrive. By the enticing smells drifting from the kitchen, dinner would be soon. The girl's light green eyes absorbed the sun's rays. Her eyes traced the outside landscape. Small blueberry bushes were scattered out in the field. A quacking Aspen swayed in the wind. Leafs gently fell from it's large branches.
"Emma! S' time for dinner!" the girls mom called from the kitchen. Emma took one last look outside, and was reluctant to see her father walking up the driveway. His gray hair blowing in the wind. "A storm must be coming." thought Emma.
The door creaked as Emma's father came inside. By the smirk on his face, Emma could tell his day had been bad.
"What's wrong daddy?" Emma asked him as he came and sat down next to her. He didn't say anything until Emma looked pleadingly into his eyes.
"I was fired! The 'hole business had gone crazy. They think that that they can just start fire'n everyone!" drafts of dust swirled in the sunlight. Emma felt bad about her father losing his job. She already knew that his company was nuts! But she wasn't expecting this kind of news to come home. She hoped that it wouldn't affect the household too much.
Emma's mother came into the room. Right away, Emma's mom caught on to a tension in the room.
"What's happened?" she asked. Looking her husband directly in the eyes. He just looked down.
Her father was looking desperately for a good job. There was none available. Not until a letter came in the mail.
Dear Mr. Denary,
We are in need of a new Potions teacher. We have recognized your
Skills in potions, and are wanting to know if you would like the job
Potions teacher at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Send your response with this owl.
Professor Moral,
Head Master.
Emma looked at the tan owl. She stroked its feathers softly. She looked at her father to see what he was thinking. A sudden thought sprang in mind.
"Maybe you'll end up being my teacher!" Emma said with an eager voice.
Emma had been expecting her letter too Hogwarts to come soon. She hoped she would get into Ravenclaw. The rest of family had been in Gryffindor. She hoped so much not to be in that house. She hoped that her father would accept the job. One day she would be at Hogwarts. She would be the greatest Witch.
To Be Continued…