A/N: Short little chapter. I may put more 'Katie's past' chapters up for my
own amusement, but here it is. The end.
December and the beginning of January went by quickly, yet seemed to drag on forever on some days. Katie went on a few awkward dates with Justin, neither of them seeming to be attracted to each other, Katie just using it as a way to get out of the house.
But that night, a few things changed.
Katie sat on the couch, tuning out her parents as the lectured her. Emma and Mitchell slow to realize it.
"So we've decided you will attend Beauxbatons for the reminder of your schooling." Emma finished.
At this Katie snapped to attention. "WHAT? There is no way in HELL I am going to that dreadful school!"
"Of course you are. We've made arrangements with Madame Maxime (sp?). You are to start classes with the fourth years next month." Her father added.
"Mum! I'm a fifth year!"
"We know this, but from your grades at Hogwarts, you would meet Beauxbatons' requires easier if you were to start in a lower level for awhile." Emma said calmly.
"I'm not going. You CAN'T make me." Katie was not one to throw tantrums, unlike Sylvia, but this was absurd. Instead she stormed out of the room, up the stairs, and slammed her door so hard, it sounded as if it may come off the hinges.
An owl was waiting for her in her room. Addressed from Hogwarts. She opened the letter, only to find her records to be given to her new Headmistress. A small note from Dumbledore at the end wished her good luck at her new school.
"This is a living nightmare." Katie mumbled.
She probably sat in her room, door locked for two hours. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs at her parents. Finally, after regaining composure, she went back down stairs to address her parents.
"Ahem." She interrupted their conversation, which was obviously about her.
"Yes dear?" her mother, asked half expecting a Sylvia-style tantrum.
"Do hear me out, before you say anything." She said quietly, and paused. "Mum, Dad. I really want to go back to Hogwarts. If I can't go back, I don't know what I'll do, and if I have to go to that snobby prat school it'll be even worse. Pleeeeease don't send me." She begged.
"Well, we'll have to talk to Dumbledore, but I suppose we could get things worked out. Under one condition though. If you ARE you go back to Hogwarts, you are to leave for school tomorrow." As her father spoke, it seemed it had been planned.
"Tomorrow? Are you mad?" she stopped her self. "I mean, all right." Barely believing her own words, much less expecting her parents to.. She awaited their response.
"It's settled then. Run along and get your school things together."
She nodded, a bit shocked and surprised. She had just agreed to go back to school.. tomorrow.
Was she ready yet?
December and the beginning of January went by quickly, yet seemed to drag on forever on some days. Katie went on a few awkward dates with Justin, neither of them seeming to be attracted to each other, Katie just using it as a way to get out of the house.
But that night, a few things changed.
Katie sat on the couch, tuning out her parents as the lectured her. Emma and Mitchell slow to realize it.
"So we've decided you will attend Beauxbatons for the reminder of your schooling." Emma finished.
At this Katie snapped to attention. "WHAT? There is no way in HELL I am going to that dreadful school!"
"Of course you are. We've made arrangements with Madame Maxime (sp?). You are to start classes with the fourth years next month." Her father added.
"Mum! I'm a fifth year!"
"We know this, but from your grades at Hogwarts, you would meet Beauxbatons' requires easier if you were to start in a lower level for awhile." Emma said calmly.
"I'm not going. You CAN'T make me." Katie was not one to throw tantrums, unlike Sylvia, but this was absurd. Instead she stormed out of the room, up the stairs, and slammed her door so hard, it sounded as if it may come off the hinges.
An owl was waiting for her in her room. Addressed from Hogwarts. She opened the letter, only to find her records to be given to her new Headmistress. A small note from Dumbledore at the end wished her good luck at her new school.
"This is a living nightmare." Katie mumbled.
She probably sat in her room, door locked for two hours. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs at her parents. Finally, after regaining composure, she went back down stairs to address her parents.
"Ahem." She interrupted their conversation, which was obviously about her.
"Yes dear?" her mother, asked half expecting a Sylvia-style tantrum.
"Do hear me out, before you say anything." She said quietly, and paused. "Mum, Dad. I really want to go back to Hogwarts. If I can't go back, I don't know what I'll do, and if I have to go to that snobby prat school it'll be even worse. Pleeeeease don't send me." She begged.
"Well, we'll have to talk to Dumbledore, but I suppose we could get things worked out. Under one condition though. If you ARE you go back to Hogwarts, you are to leave for school tomorrow." As her father spoke, it seemed it had been planned.
"Tomorrow? Are you mad?" she stopped her self. "I mean, all right." Barely believing her own words, much less expecting her parents to.. She awaited their response.
"It's settled then. Run along and get your school things together."
She nodded, a bit shocked and surprised. She had just agreed to go back to school.. tomorrow.
Was she ready yet?