It's short, I know. There's more to come. CSF
Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Harry Potter.
"A perfect score? Surely you're not joking, sweetheart. I've heard Professor Torres is a tough grader…"
"No, mother, I'm not joking. She told me it was the best exam she's seen all year. In fact, all decade."
My father grasped me by the shoulder. "She's telling the truth, Eileen. I spoke with Minerva just yesterday and she congratulated me on having such a bright daughter. Of course, I assumed that you were just bright in general, darling, but a perfect score-"
"And in Defence Against the Dark Arts, too!" my mother interrupted excitedly. "I'll tell you, that's exactly what they look for in Aurors, some kind of overachievement. I wouldn't be surprised if Alastor-"
"This calls for a toast. I'll get the glasses." My father literally jumped from his seat at the dining room table and ran for the kitchen. I was smiling so much, my cheeks began to hurt.
"So what now, Wren? Has Professor Torres considered some kind of advancement?"
"She said that next year, she'll probably start me with the Level Three book instead of Level Two. I might even take a class with third years. But she has to check with Professor Dumbledore first."
My mother beamed. "That's just amazing, dear. I hope their letter arrives before we leave for vacation. We are so proud of you."
My father returned with three crystal glasses, each filled with some kind of pale, golden liquid. He set down two at the table and raised the third. My mother and I copied him, holding our glasses high in the air and laughing when he cleared his throat.
"To Wren," he declared. "May you always find a way to overachieve. Congratulations, darling. We love you."