Part 2; The Discovery

As I wondered through the halls of my cousin's large house, I thought about my school. I would be entering it for a third year attendance, even though I had never before set foot in the school.

My shoes made a hollow sound as I wondered down the immense hallway eating an apple. My gray sweater clung to my body making me feel warm in the abnormally cold house. The fabric of my jeans rubbed together making an odd sound, for I usually wore a much different type of clothing.

Two mall wires stuck out from my ears, connecting to a small machine that played music for me alone. My cousin, being normal, had introduced me to this new device, she called it an MP3 player, that I now went nowhere without.

My cousin's house, much like my own, had hallways that had not been explored in centuries. I found myself on the afternoon of her work, to take my curiosity and set it free.

I had a small bouncing ball in my hand that I found myself playing with. The small ball fell from my hands and fleeted to a dark and dusty corner. I made my way over to it and bent down to pick it up. I had one hand resting against the wall, and the other was holding the small ball. Suddenly, I fell to my side, and landed with a hard thump onto very dusty hard rock.

I stood up rubbing my arm that I had landed on and looked about. I saw nothing but a spiral staircase, which was winding up the dark hollow shaft. I pulled out a small lighter from my pocket and lit a torch. The whole room was alit with a furious light, yet I still could not see what was above me. I took a deep breath and broke the silence that my ears were so used to. I slowly made my way over to the rickety staircase and began to climb.

Slowly I walked the miserably long flight of stairs. After what seemed like hours, I finally came to the top, which was sealed by a door in the ceiling. I tried the lock, but to my luck it held fast. I cursed under my breath and pulled out a long slick stick that was my mothers. I muttered a few words and a light shot out from the end of the stick. I smiled and shoved the stick back into my pocket and pushed open the door with one hand.

Finally I broke through the barrier and into a tornado of dust. I began to cough and I dropped my torch, which was immediately extinguished. I looked around and found a window close to me. With some force, it opened and revealed the back of the castle. I peered out over many miles and in the distance, not to far away, there was a house, it looked vaguely familiar I remembered the house with the person with the bright hair.

I rushed back into the tower room and found an old telescope I set it out on the balcony. After several minutes of trying to figure out how to focus it, I succeeded. I pointed it at the direction of the house, and I could see a small black dot darting here and there. As I zoomed in closer on it, I found it to be a boy about my age, with platinum blonde hair. He sat upon a broom and was chasing after a small golden ball.

I sat there for what seemed like hours trying to figure out the objective of the game. The boy suddenly stopped playing and turned his attention to an older gentleman with the same colored hair, only longer. He nodded to his father and came to a landing on his broom, and went to the door. Before he went in, I could have sworn that he looked at me, and then went inside

I brought the telescope back inside and looked around for something. I began to look around and found the room to be an old study, obviously not used in many years. I found an old cupboard and wrenched the doors open. It took so much force to do so; my silver hair fell from its barrette.

The cupboard reveled to be a holding place for a small collection of brooms. I looked for one with the newest date on the handle, and then proceeded to close the cupboard and walk out onto the balcony. I found a small gate on the side and decided to walk down the stairs and onto the lawn.

I realized what I was intending to do I was going to fly. Instantly I placed the room between my legs and concentrated. I felt a small vibration start at my hand and then move to the rest of the broom. Before I knew it my feet weren't touching the ground and I was at least thirty feet from the ground.

I found it wildly exhilarating as I found myself forcing the broom higher and higher. Soon I was about 100 feet above the ground and I was flying away from the house and fast. Never in my life had I had such a grand time in the air. I became daring and began to dive at a very fast pace. Right before I hit the ground, I pulled up and made my way up a tree.

I was laughing so hard from the fun that I didn't realize just how loud I was.

I realized my first mistake for I was no longer on my cousin's land, but on the neighboring land of the boy. My second mistake was stopping and staring as the older man stepped out of his house and pointed his wand at me. Not knowing what to, I immediately went into a defensive position upon my broom. I bared my teeth at the man as he drew neared. When he was not but four or five feet away from me, I soured into the air and back to my tower. I dropped the broom in the doorway and sat down to regain my breath. My chest heaved up and down as I sat in the chair.

I heard my cousin's vehicle pull up in the driveway not but a few moments later. I pushed myself out of the chair and gingerly put the broom back in place. As I prepared to leave the room, I thought to myself, only a few days until school starts, keep yourself in one-piece old girl. As I was about to shut the door, I realized that I was probably the only one in the house who knew of this room. "Best keep it a secret." I whispered into the silence. I then turned and made my way downstairs for dinner.