OH MY GOODNESS! It has been for-EVER since I've written more for this! Well, I hope you all enjoy, and as you should know, I don't own J.K. Rowling's fabulous series, just the characters you don't recognize.
Have fun reading, and please review!
Chapter Two: Lizzie
We arrived at the orphanage in about ten seconds, since me Mam can apparate. It looked old, and run-down. We walked towards the orphanage proudly, knowing that we could change someone's life. When we opened the door, a small bell rang. The woman at the front desk looked up. She had a small stature, and looked about ten years older than me Mam (Think about it. She's about the same age as Snape. Cuz they went to school together).
"Hello, Miss. How can I help you today?" she spoke in a soft, Irish voice.
"We're here to see a girl by the name of Elizabeth." My mother responded. The woman's eyes brightened.
"You're here to adopt her? Oh, she'll be thrilled! Come this way, you two. She's right down the hall."
We followed the woman down the hall, and she pointed to one of the doors.
"This is her room. Feel free to chat for a while, as long as you fill out the paperwork before you leave." She said with a smile. Then she headed back to the desk, and began to rummage through some papers.
I knocked on the door, and a small girl with freckles and dirty blonde hair opened it.
"Hello, I'm Lizzie." She said in a clear Irish voice.
"Hello there, Lizzie. I'm Mary Finnigan. And this is me son, Seamus. We're here to adopt you." My mother said excitedly. Lizzie's eyes widened, and she opened the door to us. We walked in.
"Did Dumbledore send you? Or Miss McGonagall?" she asked in a hopeful tone. I nodded. "Really? I'm going to Hogwarts? I'm actually going to Hogwarts?"
"Of course dear, that's why we're taking you in. We wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun." My Mam said with a smile. Then she turned to me. "Seamus, I'm going to go fill out those papers, how about you and Lizzie get to know each other?"
"Sure, Mam." I replied. She nodded, and walked out the door.
"So, you're a wizard?" Lizzie questioned me.
"Yep." I replied. She had plopped herself down on her bed, and I sat down in the chair next to it.
"And you go to Hogwarts too?" she continued.
"Yeah, but I'm a year ahead of you." I said. Lizzie put her hand under her pillow, and took out a Hogwarts letter. I smiled.
"What is it like, Seamus?" she said curiously. I smiled.
"Well, I've only been there one year, but it's pretty amazing. The Great Hall has this ceiling that's enchanted so you can always see the weather through it, and the staircases move, and the paintings talk to you, and each other, and everything is just…"
"Magical." She finished for me.
"Lizzie, have you ever performed magic before?" I asked her. She smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah. It started when I was seven. My dad told me to bring him one of his work papers, and I accidentally made it turn into a butterfly. Me parents didn't really think I was normal after that."
"Well, me Dad didn't know I was a wizard, and he didn't know that me Mam was a witch either. Then he saw her putting some of my clothes away with her wand and he didn't think we were normal either."
"Well, I guess we have that in common." Lizzie giggled.
"So, which house do you think you'll get in?" I ask her.
"I hope I'm in Gryffindor, they sound the best. Which are you in?"
"Gryffindor, in fact." I say smiling. Her eyes brighten.
"Really? Do you think I could be a Gryffindor Seamus? I can be brave!" She says excitedly. This is when I notice that there are books scattered around the room, and now, they are all floating in midair.
"Lizzie, did you do that?" I ask her, pointing to the books. She turns around to look at them.
"I, I didn't mean to…" she says apologetically.
"No problem Lizzie, it's actually bloody brilliant!" I exclaim, sounding a lot like Ron and Harry. She giggles, and we hear a knock on the door. All of the books fall to the ground as my mother's head peeks in.
"Time to go, Lizzie. Do you have your things?" she asks. Lizzie grabs a small bag, and puts a hat on her head.
"I'm ready to go, Miss Finnigan." She answers.
"Just call me Mam." My mother replies, and Lizzie's eyes, already bright with excitement, grow even more bright (if possible) and she throws her arms around us.
"Thank you Mam, and you too Seamus. Thank you so much."
