Chapter 2 is out on the same day! Chapter 1 kind of ended abruptly so I made sure to get chapter 2 out as soon as possible and I actually finished typing it on the same day. Please enjoy.
Chapter 2
Hogwarts? What kind of silly name is that?
And it says things about me being accepted into a school for witches! God, if I were a witch then all the people who annoyed me would be toads, especially if they were the people who had called me mental or sick in the head. But… still that might explain some things.
I can change my hair, eyes, and the rest of me however I want. Strange things happen around me too. I even said when I was little that an Egyptian princess cursed me because I thought that was the best explanation there was. No wonder people call me mental…
It also said somebody called McGonagall is coming to see me. I knew the neighbors, especially the ones who live at number four, hate us but to resort to this…
"Can I see the letter?" Claire was peering over my shoulder. I handed it to her and watched her as she read. Sometime later she said,
"Well, that was certainly informing if not interesting."
Then the doorbell rang.
Claire got up off the stool shaped like a hand that she had been sitting on and went to answer the door.
In stepped a lady dressed in an emerald green business suit. She was oldish looking and, in some strange way, seemed a lot like a cat. (I have no idea where that came from.)
"Good morning." She said curtly. This lady seemed to be all about business. I couldn't tell weather or not I liked her.
"I am Professor McGonagall." The lady continued. "You must be Claire and Teresa Underhill. I have come to talk to you about Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." McGonagall turned to me.
"Teresa Underhill, you have magic. Not just any, mind you, but also you are a Metahorpheous-"
"Ok, so that huge word means I can look how I want to look, right?" I said, interrupting her. "Yup, I already knew about all that except I'm no witch. I can't turn boys into toads, make cards rain down from the sky, or whatever it is that they do."
McGonagall looked at me funny.
"I have come to tell you about magic, school, and also to help you gather supplies for school."
It was my turn to give a funny look.
"I never said I was going."
"Well you are, are you not?" McGonagall seemed a bit stressed.
"No."
"What?" McGonagall looked shocked.
"I don't want to go." I calmly said. "I hate boarding schools, orphans are sent to them until they find a family a lot you know. I refuse to go. All boarding schools I have been to have been catholic, and I got picked on a lot because I didn't fit in. Why won't it be the same at your school?" I was getting fed up with this woman and I wanted her gone.
"I am not saying that my school will be different than the others." Said McGonagall. "It would certainly be more interesting though. You will use magic wands and take classes in different categories of magic, learn the history of magic-"
"History?" I interrupted again. I have always loved History, but a lot of schools have Geography instead of History. Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Yes, History." McGonagall looked a bit impatient. "Now are we going and getting supplies or not?"
I looked over at Claire. She nodded. Oh well. I guess I had it coming for me. I looked in the envelope of the letter for a list of supplies and pulled it out.
I put on a tiny smile as I read the list. She could never get any of this stuff in London.
"Where first?" I asked, a smug smile on my face.