Chapter One – Eila Evendora Clough
Eila was an empty little soul. She was born somewhere in Ireland. Her parents abandoned her her when she was only two. She had been a foster child for nine years, moved from house to house almost every month, until she was shipped off to London, England, where she was put in an orphanage run by Mrs. Cole. By that time in her life, she was broken, limb-to-limb, on the inside. She had no friends and no family. All she had, was a small, plump, siamese cat that called Gigi. That cat was her best friend. She just sat in the corner of her room, and read books that she found to Gigi.
One unusually cold, summer day, a man with an exceptionaly long beard, rapped on the doorway of the orphanage. He wore a very bright set of navy blue robes with a matching hat. Mrs. Cole raised her eyebrows and invited him to sit down by her desk. She asked, "Who might you be, sir?"
"I am the headmaster of a boarding school called Hogwarts. My name is Albus Dumbledore. You do remember me, don't you?"
"Ah, yes. You are the fellow who came and took that…what was his name?"
"Riddle. Tom Riddle."
"Yes, yes. That Riddle boy to your…err….school."
"That is correct."
"And which one of the runts…I mean children…are you going to take now?" she asked, in a rude manor.
Dumbledore replied kindly, "Eila
Evendora Clough. I believe that she is eleven?"
"Yes, she is.
She has caused many problems here. Weird problems,
like…like…levitating. She's a freak. You can have her."
"Thank you, ma'am." Replied Dumbledore, ignoring Mrs. Cole's rudeness, "I'd like to speak to Miss Clough privatly, if you don't mind."
"Yes…well…here she is…" said Mrs. Cole, opening a wooden door from her office. The door led to a large room with mismatched furniture in it. Eila was sitting on a strangley colored orange couch that had a lot of its stuffing coming out of it. Her cat was sitting on her lap while Eila read aloud a large book called The Tales of Beedle and Bard. On the end table next to the couch was a large pile of classic novels such as Charles Dickenson. Eila had brilliantly green eyes and long black hair that was tied into a ponytail. She had many unleveled bangs hanging covering her eyes. Her skin was a sortof golden-honey brown. Sort of oliveish. Dumbledore smiled politley as he sat down next to Eila. Eila marked her place in the book and looked up at Dumbledore and asked curiosuly, "Who are you? Nice hat."
"Thank you. My name is Albus Dumbledore."
"Are you planning to take me home?" she asked hopefully.
"No, but I am here to take you to a place where I guarentee that you belong."
Eila smiled hearteningly.
"Has anything…strange happened? Something that you couldn't explain?"
"Well…I did make Gigi float and hit the ceiling once. And I made this one kid turn bright purple. I'm not sure how, but it was kind of cool…sir." She replied quietly.
"Excellent. Pack your things and we'll be off soon. I have another trip to make. I will explain on the way." Eila jumped out of her seat, and grabbed her battered trunk. She had all of her belonging in it, but she oepened it and tried her best to stuff the pile of books in it. She followed Dumbledore outside the door, dragging her trunk and a cat cage(obviously with a Gigi in it).
