XXXIX. Champagne
It was New Year's Eve when the owl arrived.
Marlene put down her champagne glass (filled with water, because nobody would let her drink alcohol) and untied the letter from the owl's foot. "Who's it from, Marley?" her mother asked.
"Professor McGonagall." Marlene scanned the letter, and then she froze.
Dear Miss McKinnon,
We have confirmed that you are in possession of amortentia...
"Ten!" chanted her family. "Nine! Eight!"
…you will not be expelled…
"Seven! Six! Five!"
...one and only warning…
"Four! Three! Two!"
...detention….
"ONE! Happy New Year!"
Marlene crumpled the letter in her fist.