Here is chapter 4, hope everyone enjoys!
"Hurry up Phoenix!" I shouted up the stairs.
"Whatever," he replied, the standard Phoenix comeback. After what seemed like hours, in ADHD terms at least, Phoenix appeared at the top of the stairs. His Batman t shirt hung loosely off his broad frame, and his usually messy hair now looked as if it may have been brushed. For once.
"I want to go," I said, crossing my arms. "I would like to buy my pet!" After managing to read four chapters of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, I finally gave up reading and started to tease Gerard with the toy mice that Phoenix got for him last Christmas. Phoenix was actually doing homework, which pleasantly surprised me as he would think of any excuse to get out of doing homework. During this time, if I listened carefully, I could hear the faint roar of the Weird Sisters. An awesome band, if an eleven year old may say so herself. I finally found out that the Weird Sisters were actually a wizard band rather than, what Phoenix called, a 'muggle' band. According to my foster parents, 'muggle' was a name for non-magic folk, but I still didn't really understand why others needed a name, but I just shrugged it off, it's not my problem.
After I had finished teasing Gerard, I went into the lounge and sat down in my favourite arm chair.
"Here she is. Do you understand everything that's happening?" Dahlia said. I wasn't too sure on most of the things that I have been told. So, being the curious eleven year old that I am, I decided to ask them the one question that has been rattling around my head for the longest.
"Am I really a witch? As I'm not so sure that I actually have magical blood."
"Sure you're a witch honey, we've known for years that you were. Especially after we were told who your f-"
"You are honey, that's all that matters," Eric interrupted, glaring at his wife.
"Can you tell me why you think I am a witch?" I asked, too terrified to ask Dahlia to carry on.
"Have you ever done anything which you couldn't explain?" Eric asked, his attention now on me. I vaguely remembered small details of 'wrong-doings' in other foster families that I had lived with. Like the time the roses died, when I didn't like the colour and when my tea turned to coffee when another family said that I wasn't allowed coffee.
"I … I think so."
"Well, that is magic. I can remember when I was a boy, I got upset when my train set stopped working and it just began working again. Magical, really. And the time when-"
"Eric, shh … We don't want to overload the poor girl. Olympia, do you remember the time when I cut your hair really short and you said that it 'magically' grew back?" I nodded. "Well, that was because you weren't happy with it. You were so angry and upset about your haircut, that it grew back through the sudden rush of emotion." With this as an example, I could think of many incidents in which my 'unintentional magic' had caused something unexplainable to happen.
So back to shouting at Phoenix. He skipped down the stairs, and pulled on his Vans. I was already ready in my red converses and black coat. For an eleven year old, I had a remarkably good taste in clothes and shoes. The reason for my petrifying music taste was because my entire foster family are rock fanatics. I followed suit, slowly falling in love with Nirvana, Motionless in White, The Defiled and Avril Lavigne. We all had our bags packed and we were all ready to go. We were going to stay at an inn so that Phoenix and I could get his books and the rest of the necessities that we needed.
"Are you both ready to go?" Dahlia said, leading the way out of the front door and into the car. Not much happened as we drove to London, apart from the awkward attempts at half-hearted conversation. Phoenix spent a lot of time just staring out of the window whilst I shuffled from side to side. That's the problem with being ADHD. After what was actually a long time, we all exited the car and entered a pub which was called the Leaky Cauldron. Before this, I noticed that the muggles' gazes went from the shop on the left of the Leaky Cauldron to the right of it. It was as if they couldn't see it and that only my family could see it. Weird. As we entered the pub, I noticed that a few people looked our way, but most only glanced then went back to their drink. Eric went up to the desk to rent a room whilst Dahlia, Phoenix and I waited. Another family with red hair joined us shortly after Eric left. I was introduced to them, Dahlia called them the Weasleys.
There were many people in the Weasley family, a few that I can recall are George and Fred, who are twins; Percy; and Ron. By far my favourites were Fred and George as they were incredibly funny. George seemed to be the shier twin, whereas Fred was slightly more outgoing and excitable than his older brother.
"-and this is Olympia." I heard Dahlia say to Mrs Weasley. I got smothered in a huge hug from Molly Weasley.
"It's great to meet you Olympia," she said, "It's good to see you as well Phoenix!" Molly finally let go of me, but only to embrace poor Phoenix. He is going to be in a bad mood later …
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