I slumped in a chair, breathing fast, heart thumping, as if it was going to jump right out of my chest.
"Now, now, Skye, your bro'er is gonna be fine!" the man merely chuckled. I gave a sort of scared glance before returning to stare at the oversized dog.
"Now, I needa explain 'bout the wizardin' world ter you, go' it?" he asked. I nodded slowly and slowly slid against the back of the chair, head resting, heart still thumping.
"But firs' off, I'm Rubues Hagrid. Gamekeeper a' 'Ogwarts. Now, would you like a cuppa tea?" he added. I nodded slowly again, and rested my eyes. I could see the last glance I saw of my brother, of everyone leaning over me, of Dumbledore bringing me to the awkward house. Outside, the sun was resting gently on the luscious, green grounds of Hogwarts. I opened my eyes and Hagrid handed me my tea. I gulped it down in one.
"You keep drinkin' like tha' an' you're gonna ge' yourself a case of hiccups!" I couldn't care less if I had hiccups. The only thing that was troubling me, was if my brother got out of that house... if he got out of it alive...
"Now, ter star' the explanation!" said Hagrid, getting comfortable in his seat. I straightened up so I could take every bit of Hagrid's speech in, every single thing, all I needed to know about my brother's point of view...
Two hours later, packed with everything and anything I need to know about the Wizarding World. Yikes, I can't believe Muggles can ignore this stuff.
"Now, the real question is... are you one o' us?" asked Hagrid tentatively. A what? A witch? How was I supposed to know?
"Um... one of what, sorry?" I asked, uncertainly.
"A witch, o' course!" chuckled Hagrid,
"I mean, if your bro'er's one, your probably boun' to be one, too!" I looked at Hagrid unsurely, wondering if he was serious.
"Here, wave this an' say - no! Don' point it a' me! Point it at, er, those flowers! And say, 'Wingardium Leviosa!" I took the pink umbrella from Hagrid and, (feeling quite stupid) I said:
"Wingardium Leviosa. There, did somethi—" I was cut through my sentence by the flowers, without anything supporting them in sight, flying around in midair.
"RUN! MUTATED FLOWERS!" I screamed. I ran around the hut, panicking, wondering why I was even panicking. Then something hit me, a feeling I never had felt before, a feeling of power, a feeling of final understanding, the feeling of... magic.
"Woah! Skye, calm down! This is wonderful! You're a –"
"Witch." I finished. Hagrid beamed at me. He hurried over and put me into a rib-breaking hug. I felt the sensation and celebration burst inside of me, the happiest I had ever felt. I was a witch.
"Well, that does i' then! You're being shipped off ter 'Ogwarts!" chuckled Hagrid. The music died down a little in my heart.
"Hogwarts? Isn't that a school of –"
"Magic! Yes! You'll learn how ter do all sorts of stuff! Trust me, it'll be OK! We've got ter go ter Diagon Alley to ge' your things, though. Although, we should tell Dumbledore, an' then –" I felt an odd reminder of Mrs Weasley, zooming down the road of speech when all of a sudden, the cabin's door burst open. There stood Harry, Mr Weasley, Ron and Hermione (the girl with bushy hair). Harry ran forwards and hugged me. I hugged him back, feeling so happy all at once that I wanted to squeal. I would be leaving the orphanage forever.