Author's Note: Hello, Readers. I am currently in a mood for this story (weird right?) and so I am typing chapters as fast as possible. I think Bella is turning into my favorite character in this fic (well favorite OC at least). I keep writing A/Ns but what good is it? I mean I don't seem to have many readers. I got 2 reviews last I checked and one of them was a character request, but it still had a good review note. I had frosted flakes for breakfast… it's about 9:05 AM right now… in fact that's 100% correct but it's not gonna be in like 10 seconds or so_ or now… haha this is pointless… by the way, has anybody here ever had almond butter? IT IS SO MUCH BETTER FOR YOU THAN PEANUT BUTTER AND TASTES SO MUCH BETTER TOO! Okay dad just made me rake which inspired a new story… I typed the other stuff before then so now its 9:33 AM. The new story (no stealing ideas) is about the Bloor's hiring a servant girl. Charlie is on their side but he is still kinder than them and he is the only person that the girl works for that is nice to her. The two fall in love but Charlie is 'above her class' so say his aunts. He starts going into the ruin during the girl's breaks and hears her singing. Her voice is beautiful.
This story won't be for a while due to my billion other stories but anyway thought I'd mention that.
I finished 'The Red Pyramid' yesterday. IT WAS AWESOME! But now I'm out of Rick Riordan stories to read… new ones I mean… until fall when 'Son of Neptune' comes out… I've read all of his 'Juvenile Fiction' books… All 5 Percy Jackson books, the demigod files, The Lost Hero, and The Red Pyramid. Well I don't suppose you came here to hear about my in-social life did you? YOU DIDN'T? Sorry about that haha… I got carried away here with my life's story… gosh I should write a biography. XD it wouldn't be as interesting as my fanfictions though… you'd be better off reading a biography of Jenny Nimmo if you really wanted to read a biography haha. If you've read my other fanfics you might have noticed my Yewbeam craze, I am now having a Tilpin craze as well… Okay… here we go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bloor's Academy (the Bloor's do… or maybe Jenny Nimmo), or any of Nimmo's characters. I own Ivie, Bella, Sadie, Marcy, Lee, Ray, Dannielle, and this story line… that's all… sorry but Nimmo was needed to write he story in the first place so: THANK YOU JENNY NIMMO FOR BEING SUCH AN EXELLENT AUTHOR EVEN THOUGH I CAN POINT OUT SOME MISTAKES IN YOUR BOOKS AND WISH ZELDA, BINDI, BETH, UNA, AND NAREN HAD MORE IN THE STORY! Ehem… sorry…
Ivie's God-Mother
Ivie skipped the five o' clock meeting to decide what to wear for her… 6:00 'meeting'. She wore a pair of kaki pants (that she wore when it wasn't too hot and she wasn't wearing jeans), a green t-shirt, a green glittery headband to match, and black running shoes, along with a dark denim jacket.
Miss Chrystal was in the strings room when Ivie arrived. Ivie was about to step out thinking she had made a mistake when Miss Chrystal gently said
"Ivie Rowan?"
"Y-Yes ma'am?"
How does she know my name? It can't be due to Bella can it? Bella takes piano… not strings…
"Come on," she laughed
Ivie stepped closer hesitantly
"Um… I'm a little bit late for something Miss Chrystal… I'm in a bit of a rush…"
"I'm Titania Tilpin, my dear."
"But… isn't your name 'Chrystal'?"
"It's a false name, and I don't want you running off and telling anybody about me either. I notice you told Manfred already_"
"How_?"
"Witchery, my dear, but I don't need you telling anybody that my name is Titania Tilpin and I don't need you telling anybody about what we talk about, not even Manfred"
"Yes, ma'am… what exactly did you want to talk to me about?"
"You are a witch of a sort"
"I'm a sorceress"
"And a witch"
"But, if I don't know that… how would you?"
"Many witches are to protect and/or guide an endowed child, I am to guide you. I am_ and your parents know it_ and I have always been your god-mother from the moment you were born"
The door opened and Isabella stood in the doorway. Ivie hoped she hadn't heard anything important.
"…Isa… how… are… you… today… you should… er… be at supper shouldn't you?"
"How about you?" snapped Isabella
"I have permission"
"Huh," grunted Isabella. "Aren't you in drama Ivie? Miss Chrystal teaches music."
"Aren't you a pianist Bellsa? Miss Chrystal teaches strings"
"What are you doing here Ivie?" asked Bella
"Discussing Violins, what's your excuse?"
"Um…"
"My dear, you should get to dinner if you don't want detention" said Titania sweetly
"Yes, ma'am" Isabella left closing the door behind her.
Titania waited a moment and then said
"She is gone. Ivie I want you to start having dinner with me in my room in the east wing, and I can train you"
"The Bloor's won't allow it"
"Oh, I'll see to that, don't you worry"
"You won't hurt them will you?"
"No I'll send my son to get you permission"
"Your son…? Joshua… is he your son then?"
"Yes, of course"
"Right…"
"You may go now, Ivie."
"Yes, ma'am"
"Come here at the same time tomorrow and I shall lead you to my room"
"Yes, ma'am" Ivie was nearly out when Titania added
"I am not Lee or Isabella's god-mother. Only yours"
The door closed.
Is she telling the truth? I'll ask Amma when I get home this weekend.
