CHAPTER I- MEATBALLS
I can remember the days when I lived in the sweet country cottage in our rural cabin in the rural Scottish hills. I remember when I used to run across the emerald green grass and go to the crisp lake and meet up with Lucy, my younger sister, and her friends. We would play in the water all day. We would catch fish, have skipping stone competitions, and wrestle in the water. Then we would play with our pet lamb, Mary, and play with her until mom made us our favorite dinner of Spaghetti and meatballs.
Most wizards complained that our home was too Muggle-like. The only ones who didn't complain were the Richard's and the Proctor's, the two families that lived in our part of the county (I can't remember its name). Even though the discrimination hurt us and it still hurts me, I think my family was the perfect wizard family. My parents, Jean and Scott, were the greatest in their profession- Pyroligy, the study of dragons. Even though most dragons lived in Romania, they would always travel by Floo powder or portkey to get to their job. Sorry I got off topic. Now where was I? Oh yeah . "God, that horntail was in a bad mood", said dad one day after getting back from work. "She can't get over the fact that her husband died years ago."
"Oh, come on", said mother. "I think it's a sad story. Would make a great book, don't you think?"
"Yeah!" I exclaimed. "I'll start right now!" I was huge into writing novels. I wrote three full sized novels by that time (around 1984, when I was fourteen). I loved writing them. Even though I couldn't get them published since I was too young, I would still write (I was going to publish them when I grew up). I then went over to my room to start writing when I heard a big boom. The whole house was then silent as a graveyard in the middle of nowhere at midnight. Then I heard the boom again. Then I heard a chant from up the mountains.
"Boom, boom, boom!" yelled the chanters. "Boom, boom, boom! The Blackstones are coming! The Blackstones are coming! Boom, boom, boom!"
"TROLLS!" yelled my dad. "GRAB YOUR WANDS AND GO" We then did as we were told and ran out of the house. Once I got out of the house, I knew why he told us to go out. There were at lease a hundred trolls on top of the mountain coming down for us. In the front of them, there was a huge, black troll with spikes all over his back. Right next to him was a reddish troll with only one eye.
"What should we do next, master?" said the red troll in his sickly voice,
"What we came here to do", said the black troll. "KILL THEM!" We then ran away as fast as we could. Then heard the booming getting closer. And closer. And closer. I then turned around and saw a mountain troll right in front of me.
"What are you goin' tu do, mate?" said the troll. "Scream?"
"TROLLAMENDUS!" I then yelled. Trollamendus was a spell I learned that was supposed to disable trolls for as long as a day. But since I was only fourteen and I couldn't make powerful enough spells, it was useless. He then tried to slam the club on my, but I rolled away and dodged. I regret dodging, since when I did, the dust blinded my mom and then the troll slammed the club on my mom. I then screamed, but I then saw something even worse. My sister was running to the house to save Mary, and my dad was trying to get her out of the way. He kept doing Trollamendus, but he hit one right in front of him and the troll not only fell on top of him, but on Lucy and the house. I then couldn't believe my eyes so I feinted. That was the last time I ever saw Scotland.
I can remember the days when I lived in the sweet country cottage in our rural cabin in the rural Scottish hills. I remember when I used to run across the emerald green grass and go to the crisp lake and meet up with Lucy, my younger sister, and her friends. We would play in the water all day. We would catch fish, have skipping stone competitions, and wrestle in the water. Then we would play with our pet lamb, Mary, and play with her until mom made us our favorite dinner of Spaghetti and meatballs.
Most wizards complained that our home was too Muggle-like. The only ones who didn't complain were the Richard's and the Proctor's, the two families that lived in our part of the county (I can't remember its name). Even though the discrimination hurt us and it still hurts me, I think my family was the perfect wizard family. My parents, Jean and Scott, were the greatest in their profession- Pyroligy, the study of dragons. Even though most dragons lived in Romania, they would always travel by Floo powder or portkey to get to their job. Sorry I got off topic. Now where was I? Oh yeah . "God, that horntail was in a bad mood", said dad one day after getting back from work. "She can't get over the fact that her husband died years ago."
"Oh, come on", said mother. "I think it's a sad story. Would make a great book, don't you think?"
"Yeah!" I exclaimed. "I'll start right now!" I was huge into writing novels. I wrote three full sized novels by that time (around 1984, when I was fourteen). I loved writing them. Even though I couldn't get them published since I was too young, I would still write (I was going to publish them when I grew up). I then went over to my room to start writing when I heard a big boom. The whole house was then silent as a graveyard in the middle of nowhere at midnight. Then I heard the boom again. Then I heard a chant from up the mountains.
"Boom, boom, boom!" yelled the chanters. "Boom, boom, boom! The Blackstones are coming! The Blackstones are coming! Boom, boom, boom!"
"TROLLS!" yelled my dad. "GRAB YOUR WANDS AND GO" We then did as we were told and ran out of the house. Once I got out of the house, I knew why he told us to go out. There were at lease a hundred trolls on top of the mountain coming down for us. In the front of them, there was a huge, black troll with spikes all over his back. Right next to him was a reddish troll with only one eye.
"What should we do next, master?" said the red troll in his sickly voice,
"What we came here to do", said the black troll. "KILL THEM!" We then ran away as fast as we could. Then heard the booming getting closer. And closer. And closer. I then turned around and saw a mountain troll right in front of me.
"What are you goin' tu do, mate?" said the troll. "Scream?"
"TROLLAMENDUS!" I then yelled. Trollamendus was a spell I learned that was supposed to disable trolls for as long as a day. But since I was only fourteen and I couldn't make powerful enough spells, it was useless. He then tried to slam the club on my, but I rolled away and dodged. I regret dodging, since when I did, the dust blinded my mom and then the troll slammed the club on my mom. I then screamed, but I then saw something even worse. My sister was running to the house to save Mary, and my dad was trying to get her out of the way. He kept doing Trollamendus, but he hit one right in front of him and the troll not only fell on top of him, but on Lucy and the house. I then couldn't believe my eyes so I feinted. That was the last time I ever saw Scotland.