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for that matter because I may have direct or underlying charmed themes.
Don't sue me ok?
(A/N) In the girl's name the "s" is pronounced like a "c" so it would sound like Isa (Ice-a)
Once upon a Midnight
A long November day sat ahead of little Isa Windor. That come to think of it, wasn't quite so little anymore. She sat at her open window letting the gentle breeze caress her peachy skin. Long dark hair fanned out and away from her deep sapphire blue eyes. Eyes that could seemed to have such a power, that they could tame the wildest storm.
Two days, two days left until her fourteenth birthday and she could hardly wait. She would be attending the American Academy, with every other American in the magical society. She was so excited. Her brother Wyatt was already there and getting ready to complete his second year there. The door creaked open and Isa's mother Brigette stepped in. Her mother was not at all in looks to Isa. Her mother was fair skinned, with very like hair, like her brother. Her eyes were electric green with blue rims. Isa was like her father. The father that she never ever got to see. He was always away on some type of mission. Whether he was still in the states or he was in North Africa, she never knew. He was one of the workers at the American Ministry that couldn't speak of anything they did.
"Isa, you've been in your room all day long. Don't you want to come out and wait for your father? He's coming home today."
"Yes, but for how long is going to be home this time," said Isa glancing at her mother.
"I don't know sweetie, you know that. I can't ever tell you how long he's going to be home."
Isa turned her head and looked back out of the window. Her mother turned and left the room, her beautiful robes swishing lightly on the stone floor. Her father was coming home. The last time that her mother said that he wound up only being home for about a day or two. She stood from the window and left her room shortly after her mother.
"I am really glad to see you come out of that room. You have to be excited, you've been accepted to the Academy. After the Academy then maybe you can go to the Salem Institute."
"Mom, it's a little early to be thinking about after the Academy isn't it?"
"Certainly not, we have to start saving up now. And you need to start studying now if you want to be good."
Isa shook her head and left for the study. Her favorite room in the whole house, and their house was huge. The biggest that her father and mother could afford. The study was almost like a solarium. Tall windows that stretched almost to the ceiling, Isa pulled a satin cord and heavy velvet drapes blocked the sun and she sat in an easy chair and clicked on the light. She pulled a large leather book off of the shelf close to the chair and opened it in her lap. It was a photo album of her family. Pictures from when her and Wyatt were little, a picture of them now, pictures of the father that would be coming home today.
A few hours later, Isa heard the distinct sound of an apperation. She stood from her chair and walked into the kitchen to find Lawrence, her father. He was standing in his work robes, plain black with the American Ministry Crest on the front of his cloak. The crest was of two unicorns, horn to horn, with stars appearing around it and the American colors surrounding it. He looked kind of worried. Isa knew that look well, because her face looked exactly the same when she was worried about something.
"Is there something wrong daddy?" asked Isa as she stepped to hug him.
"No darling, what would make you think there was something wrong?"
"You have the worried look," said Isa stepping back and looking at him.
"When does Wyatt come home for break Brigette?" asked Lawrence.
"Wyatt comes home in about two weeks Lawry, why?"
Isa's father steered her mother out of the room and into another and closed the door. Isa walked to the fridge and got herself a soda and sat down on the patio.
About an hour later Isa found her mother bustling about packing things magically. At the moment, she was putting all of their dishes in large trunks.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" asked Isa putting her can in recyclable bin.
"Isa, honey, there is no easy way to tell you this. We need to move honey; it has to do with daddy job. It always has to do with daddy's job."
It felt as though someone had just dumped a bucket of ice straight down her throat and she looked at her mother in shock.
"Don't ask why, because you know that we aren't allowed to know. It's always that way."
So she turned from her mother and went into the foyer and turned up the grand staircase to fourth floor that her room was on. She flung open the door and found that her mother had already packed up her things. Everything was put away except for a black pair of robes. This meant that they were bringing Wyatt home a two weeks early. That he would be home tomorrow.
At dinner, it was for the most part silent. Isa decided to break the silence.
"Daddy, where are we moving to?"
He seemed to think for a while before answering her.
"We're moving to Europe. England to be exact, I need to transfer to their ministry. I can't explain it to you my dear, you just have to happy with that answer."
Isa nodded, that was enough for her. She was about to move to a strange place, with strange people, and she wasn't going to get to go to the American Academy. Isa frowned, and went to bed right after dinner.
*** When Isa woke the next morning, her brother was already home. Wyatt was 16 years old and tall, to her. He had all of the looks of his mother. He had the light hair, the electric green eyes, and all of the sweetness too. Her house didn't even look like her house when she stepped downstairs. Everything was gone. It had already been sent away. She sat down and had a cheery breakfast with her brother and mother and father. Once breakfast was over they Winsdors prepared themselves for travel, by floo.
Isa rolled out of a fireplace and stared into a moderate sized room. It must have been the living room. It was cheerful and cozy; their furniture was all set up already. Only, it wasn't black anymore, it was cream colored, to match the walls. She moved out of the way as her brother rolled in and looked around with her.
"Well little sister, it looks like we're going to be staying in a home that looks like something straight out of a fifties movie."
"I second that," said Isa with a smile.
She walked and took a look at the front door. It was a double front door with stained glass around the edges. There was a table in the hallway with a vase of flowers in them. Off to the left was the fireplace that she'd rolled out of, the living room. Straight ahead, as she wandered about, was the dining room and an immediate left through another door was the kitchen. To the right of the dining room was the sunroom.
"Let's check out the upstairs shall we?" asked Wyatt coming into the sunroom behind her.
Isa nodded and followed him back out into the hallway and then turned left and went up a flight of steps. There were three bedroom and three bathrooms. Each was large, but the master was the largest.
"It's really nice that we have three bathrooms now instead of just one," said Isa.
"Yeah, now I will actually be able to get a shower without having to wait for you to get out of our bathroom."
They ventured back downstairs and found that they had guests already.
"Howdy-do," said Isa walking over to the man in official looking robes and went to shake he hand.
She smiled as he shook her hand and in turn shook Wyatt's.
"You must be Isa and Wyatt Windor, am I correct in saying so?" asked the man in a thick English accent.
"That be us," said Isa smiling. "What can we do ya for?"
The man raised his eyebrows, then went on.
"I am going to be a colleague of your father's and I came to welcome you. It seems that you have settled in nicely. Your letters should be arriving any moment now, but I must be going."
He disapperated with a "pop" and Isa looked at Wyatt and the mouthed at each other. "Letters?"
*~ So what do ya think? It's my new one. No flames please, just really constructive criticism R&R pwease! Thankies!!!
*~ Lady Potter
(A/N) In the girl's name the "s" is pronounced like a "c" so it would sound like Isa (Ice-a)
Once upon a Midnight
A long November day sat ahead of little Isa Windor. That come to think of it, wasn't quite so little anymore. She sat at her open window letting the gentle breeze caress her peachy skin. Long dark hair fanned out and away from her deep sapphire blue eyes. Eyes that could seemed to have such a power, that they could tame the wildest storm.
Two days, two days left until her fourteenth birthday and she could hardly wait. She would be attending the American Academy, with every other American in the magical society. She was so excited. Her brother Wyatt was already there and getting ready to complete his second year there. The door creaked open and Isa's mother Brigette stepped in. Her mother was not at all in looks to Isa. Her mother was fair skinned, with very like hair, like her brother. Her eyes were electric green with blue rims. Isa was like her father. The father that she never ever got to see. He was always away on some type of mission. Whether he was still in the states or he was in North Africa, she never knew. He was one of the workers at the American Ministry that couldn't speak of anything they did.
"Isa, you've been in your room all day long. Don't you want to come out and wait for your father? He's coming home today."
"Yes, but for how long is going to be home this time," said Isa glancing at her mother.
"I don't know sweetie, you know that. I can't ever tell you how long he's going to be home."
Isa turned her head and looked back out of the window. Her mother turned and left the room, her beautiful robes swishing lightly on the stone floor. Her father was coming home. The last time that her mother said that he wound up only being home for about a day or two. She stood from the window and left her room shortly after her mother.
"I am really glad to see you come out of that room. You have to be excited, you've been accepted to the Academy. After the Academy then maybe you can go to the Salem Institute."
"Mom, it's a little early to be thinking about after the Academy isn't it?"
"Certainly not, we have to start saving up now. And you need to start studying now if you want to be good."
Isa shook her head and left for the study. Her favorite room in the whole house, and their house was huge. The biggest that her father and mother could afford. The study was almost like a solarium. Tall windows that stretched almost to the ceiling, Isa pulled a satin cord and heavy velvet drapes blocked the sun and she sat in an easy chair and clicked on the light. She pulled a large leather book off of the shelf close to the chair and opened it in her lap. It was a photo album of her family. Pictures from when her and Wyatt were little, a picture of them now, pictures of the father that would be coming home today.
A few hours later, Isa heard the distinct sound of an apperation. She stood from her chair and walked into the kitchen to find Lawrence, her father. He was standing in his work robes, plain black with the American Ministry Crest on the front of his cloak. The crest was of two unicorns, horn to horn, with stars appearing around it and the American colors surrounding it. He looked kind of worried. Isa knew that look well, because her face looked exactly the same when she was worried about something.
"Is there something wrong daddy?" asked Isa as she stepped to hug him.
"No darling, what would make you think there was something wrong?"
"You have the worried look," said Isa stepping back and looking at him.
"When does Wyatt come home for break Brigette?" asked Lawrence.
"Wyatt comes home in about two weeks Lawry, why?"
Isa's father steered her mother out of the room and into another and closed the door. Isa walked to the fridge and got herself a soda and sat down on the patio.
About an hour later Isa found her mother bustling about packing things magically. At the moment, she was putting all of their dishes in large trunks.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" asked Isa putting her can in recyclable bin.
"Isa, honey, there is no easy way to tell you this. We need to move honey; it has to do with daddy job. It always has to do with daddy's job."
It felt as though someone had just dumped a bucket of ice straight down her throat and she looked at her mother in shock.
"Don't ask why, because you know that we aren't allowed to know. It's always that way."
So she turned from her mother and went into the foyer and turned up the grand staircase to fourth floor that her room was on. She flung open the door and found that her mother had already packed up her things. Everything was put away except for a black pair of robes. This meant that they were bringing Wyatt home a two weeks early. That he would be home tomorrow.
At dinner, it was for the most part silent. Isa decided to break the silence.
"Daddy, where are we moving to?"
He seemed to think for a while before answering her.
"We're moving to Europe. England to be exact, I need to transfer to their ministry. I can't explain it to you my dear, you just have to happy with that answer."
Isa nodded, that was enough for her. She was about to move to a strange place, with strange people, and she wasn't going to get to go to the American Academy. Isa frowned, and went to bed right after dinner.
*** When Isa woke the next morning, her brother was already home. Wyatt was 16 years old and tall, to her. He had all of the looks of his mother. He had the light hair, the electric green eyes, and all of the sweetness too. Her house didn't even look like her house when she stepped downstairs. Everything was gone. It had already been sent away. She sat down and had a cheery breakfast with her brother and mother and father. Once breakfast was over they Winsdors prepared themselves for travel, by floo.
Isa rolled out of a fireplace and stared into a moderate sized room. It must have been the living room. It was cheerful and cozy; their furniture was all set up already. Only, it wasn't black anymore, it was cream colored, to match the walls. She moved out of the way as her brother rolled in and looked around with her.
"Well little sister, it looks like we're going to be staying in a home that looks like something straight out of a fifties movie."
"I second that," said Isa with a smile.
She walked and took a look at the front door. It was a double front door with stained glass around the edges. There was a table in the hallway with a vase of flowers in them. Off to the left was the fireplace that she'd rolled out of, the living room. Straight ahead, as she wandered about, was the dining room and an immediate left through another door was the kitchen. To the right of the dining room was the sunroom.
"Let's check out the upstairs shall we?" asked Wyatt coming into the sunroom behind her.
Isa nodded and followed him back out into the hallway and then turned left and went up a flight of steps. There were three bedroom and three bathrooms. Each was large, but the master was the largest.
"It's really nice that we have three bathrooms now instead of just one," said Isa.
"Yeah, now I will actually be able to get a shower without having to wait for you to get out of our bathroom."
They ventured back downstairs and found that they had guests already.
"Howdy-do," said Isa walking over to the man in official looking robes and went to shake he hand.
She smiled as he shook her hand and in turn shook Wyatt's.
"You must be Isa and Wyatt Windor, am I correct in saying so?" asked the man in a thick English accent.
"That be us," said Isa smiling. "What can we do ya for?"
The man raised his eyebrows, then went on.
"I am going to be a colleague of your father's and I came to welcome you. It seems that you have settled in nicely. Your letters should be arriving any moment now, but I must be going."
He disapperated with a "pop" and Isa looked at Wyatt and the mouthed at each other. "Letters?"
*~ So what do ya think? It's my new one. No flames please, just really constructive criticism R&R pwease! Thankies!!!
*~ Lady Potter