The sun, having no regard for the solid blue curtains in the windows, interrupted the slumber of Adeline Targ. Knowing she could not turn the earth for a few more hours of rest, reluctantly moved from her warm bed. Before she could ever prep for her typical and mischievous flight downstairs her mother ceased all attempts.
"Adeline Marie Targ! If I catch you sliding down that railing, you will find yourself having the worst summer of your whole life!"
"I hardly consider 11 years a life," Adeline muttered to herself while descending the stairs in the normal and boring way of walking.
"Don't think I can't hear you, dear Del", her mother Suvan teased. Adeline, or by her mothers nickname Del, slugged to her chair, curled her legs to her chin and avoided the far too bright windows surrounding her. "Del it's nine, what are you going to do when real school starts and you are forced to not only be awake but also to comprehend and interact earlier than now?" Suvan tried her best to speak slowly for Del's sake.
Quick to think of a witty remark, "most people don't call it real school. I can see weird, different, unusual, usually they just say wizardry school, alas never real comes as a typical adjective." Adeline, like her mother, had a talent with words."Besides I haven't been accepted anywhere yet. Not that it bothers me, because that elite school, Lavinsion, sounds like they would make me disappear in 2 seconds."
"They put up with me, much to their disliking." Suvan smiled and remembered her school days. Focusing back on her daughter, Suvan could see Adeline was lost in thoughts as well. There was no doubt these thoughts were of her friends. "They aren't like us hon, you know it's better this way. They aren't like us." No matter how many times this point was repeated it never stuck in the mind of Adeline.
"People said that during the Civil War, look how that turned out." Adeline stared out one of the numerous kitchen windows.
"You know far too much for your age! Adeline, you know how much trouble it is covering everything up. Every time you had a mishap in school because you wanted a laugh, I had to cover with memory charms. I promise magic friends are just as fun as muggle friends."
"You know I hate that word. Sarah and Ashley thought I was joking when I told them the lie about boarding school. I hated lying to them." Adeline never had taken change very well, and she was notorious at causing chaos just for a laugh. Suvan looked out the window she was standing in front of and stirred the pancake batter. Complexity filled Suvan's face.
"Del do you have any friends in England?"
"Seeing as how it's half way across the world, no mom I don't."
"Hmm. That's weird, besides I don't know who you talk to online."
Adeline simply muttered the names of her best friends. Suvan calmly opened the window before her and stepped back. Adeline gasped at the small owl that flew through the window. "WHY IS THERE AN OWL THERE?!" Suvan took the envelope from the bird and explained to Adeline the nature of the owl while finding a bowl of water. England was a far trip for an owl.
"England uses owls for messages. We use those stupid ugly crows, they have the owls, Germany is a pigeon, Ireland uses a finch, Canada is a robin, the point is this one is from England. I would know," Suvan was the American representative for the International Wizardry Network; this prevents one wizard country from warring another.
"This means you're going on another business trip?" Adeline seemed transfixed by the owl, "you know the Brits aren't very smart. Owls sleep during the day any enemy could recognize one delivering a message during the day."
"Del it's a complex system you'll be learning more about." Suvan tossed the letter to Del and started planning with no regard to the pancakes sure to burn within seconds.
Dear
Adeline Marie Targ
We are pleased to inform you that you have been
accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find
enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins
September 1. We await your response, the owl will remain until you
answer, by no later than July 31, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
requests a private meeting June 30.
Yours sincerely
Minerva
McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Adeline's head was spinning when her mother brought her back to reality. "Del we have shopping to do and I suggest something besides pajamas."
