Part 2
One Week LaterShe stepped into the colossal mansion and peered around. The drab, dull colors gave the appearance of gloom. It seemed to match up with the personality of the old woman who she was to spend the rest of her minor years with, before the titanic fortune her parents left behind on their way to death was unleashed to her. How depressing. Well, people change she thought to herself as she adjusted herself for the grumpy old coot that she was sure inhabited these halls. She wandered around looking for life among the deserted halls. As she passed a door she heard a faded voice call to her.
"Come in dear." She turned around and curiously walked into the door. What she saw made her gasp in astonishment. In the room sat a withered old woman on an old-fashioned couch. Next to her sat an odd looking creature and a silver tray. The thing was, the tray was floating! "Well, Tatyana (tat YAH nah), don't stand there like a fly catcher, come here, and sit down. You're acting like you've never seen magic before."
"Magic isn't real, everyone knows that." Tatyana said warily as she came to sit down next to her great-aunt Helena. "But that is very clever of you, pulling my leg like that. Besides, my name is Tati."
"What do you mean magic isn't real. Stop playing pretend. You're seven now Tatyana. It's time you grow up, to befit the noble pure-blood family you are." She looked up and saw the genuine look of disbelief on her face. "You mean to say that my nephew and that ridiculous wife of his never took the time to tell you about your heritage?"
"My parents never spoke more than three sentences to me at a time. They were always…busy." Tatyana looked down, remembering her life of loneliness. "So if that's what you're asking, then yes. I still don't believe in magic, however."
"You silly girl. When I say something you should believe me. That is the way it works. I suppose you want proof." She waited for Tatyana to nod. "Very well, just like my nephew, the old good for nothing boy." She muttered. With that she whipped out her wand and pointed it at Tatyana's short, butchered hair. Tatyana startled, wondering what her aunt was going to do with that fearsome stick. Helena muttered a few unintelligible words that sounded like nonsense. Suddenly Tatyana felt as if there were a million bugs climbing around her scalp.
She touched her hair. It was down to her waist again. Tatyana stared in awe at her great-aunt. "Oh, my God, So it's real. My hair's back. I HAD CUT MY HAIR MYSELF. Oh shit."
"Really, such language. Children now a-days are so… so… well, so crude. Of course magic is real. That's what I've been telling you this whole time. Really, I'd gotten the impression that you were quick." Tatyana didn't hear any of this. She was still stuck on the fact that she was a witch.
"So that's why I can fly." She exclaimed suddenly. Helena looked surprised at the sudden outburst.
"Yes, I expect that is the reason you can fly." She said wryly over her tea, "You show great potential. We need to get you a tutor to teach you about your heritage. It's time you took your place among the elite in our world. You need to know everything by the time you're eleven. There is so much to do."
"Why eleven?" Tatyana asked. Helena smiled
"That, my dear, is when you'll go to Hogwarts."
