Disclaimer: I don't own The Giver, I just own Breena
Breena purposely took the long way to school. After making sure to say hi to the
gardening crews and telling the laborers to keep up the good work she jumped onto the
rail of the bridge and continued her walk, still thinking about that morning when she'd sat
down to the morning telling of dreams. Something she didn't really enjoy because it
gave her mom an opportunity to point out the way things were supposed to work and give
Breena the look. Still, this was one thing she couldn't get out of.
"I had a very unusual dream. I was waving a stick around and saying funny words that didn't mean anything, and I was flying!" Breena laughed, remembering how funny the dream had seemed to her.
"Why do you suppose you were flying in this dream, 12?" Lily asked, wanting to have a metaphorical and philosophical discussion
"Because I'm going to unravel the secret of flight some day and laugh at those still bound by gravity." Breena told her taking another bite of her breakfast
"People don't fly." Lily stated
"I know." Breena replied
"It's physically impossible."
"I know."
"You have such a great vocabulary, if you took the time to use it then perhaps you wouldn't be dreaming of using nonsense words."
"I liked those nonsense words."
As Lily went to take a bite of her breakfast something very strange happened. Instead of the fork piercing into the food it bent. Lily tried it again and again the fork bent until the tips were touching the handle, then it bounced back when she lifted it up. Lily tried it out with her hands and she and Breena realized that the fork had somehow been turned into rubber.
Breena thought it was the greatest thing while Lily kept mumbling how that just wasn't possible. Breena pointed out that if it wasn't possible than it couldn't have happened. With that Lily had sent her off to school.
When Breena was walking on the bridge's rail she saw it. There was something in the sky. She recognized it as one of the same comfort objects the sibling of one of the people in her playgroup had. It was called an owl, only this one was real! Breena was so stunned that she fell into the water and climbed onto the grass soaking wet.
"It was probably just my imagination." She thought, but then when she looked up the same owl was staring at her face to face with a little note in its beak. Carefully, hesitantly, she took the note from the owl's beak. As soon as she did the owl took off.
"Thank you!" Breena yelled after it, not really sure what else she could say
The envelope was odd looking. It was written in green ink and was addressed to: Miss.B, no last name, the Community, 3rd house on the left. But what was even weirder was the actual letter. Breena opened up the envelope to read,
Dear Miss (no last name),
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
To say Breena was again stunned would be an understatement. What was Hogwarts? And witchcraft and wizardry? One way to find out, Breena made up her mind as she hid the letter inside her tunic. She thought about it all the way to school, during lessons, then on the way home she thought of something which caused her to be distressed. How was she supposed to get to Hogwarts? She didn't even know where that was! That evening when she was supposed to be studying Breena read the rest of the letter. What was a wand? Why weren't new students allowed to bring brooms? Why would they want to? How was she supposed to get these books on the list, she hadn't even known they exsisted! So many questions, Breena couldn't wait to have them answered. That was assuming they ever were.
