"Hogwarts? What's that?" I asked, surprised.
"Beats me," said Jessica.
"SO OPEN IT!" yelled Matt.
Laughter followed, and although you couldn't see it, you could certainly feel the anticipation. I slowly took out the paper, and read out loud:
Dear Miss Daina Gingras,
It brings us great pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here you will receive your magical education. Please send your acceptance letter, or rejectional letter no later than July 1, 2221.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Caculan
My magical education? Was this some kind of joke? Was everyone in my family magical or just me? These frightening thoughts whizzed through my mind, and undoubtedly, everyone else's. There was a nervous silence while everyone looked at each other.
"We'd better show mum and dad, hadn't we?" said Beth, always calm and dignified.
"You're right Beth, its probably just junk mail, anyway," I almost whispered.
Everyone scrambled out of the pond, their curiosity overpowering their desires to stay at the pond. There were a few squabbles over jeans and dresses, but then we were off down the driveway. As we walked silently, I noticed another piece of paper behind the odd letter. Folded up was a small note scribbled out very messily, and a few spellings were wrong.
Helo, Daina. I am your magicel guardian. U miht not beleve any of this, but its tru. I will bring u to Diagon Alley on June 2. Plese weight for mi bi the pond at noone. Bring no one else.
Kara Kristinetine
I laughed when I read this, simply because of all the misspellings. But I was beginning to believe this. Some of the things I was able to do… getting ready so quickly, running, sports, everything. And my red hair. Everyone else in my family has brown hair, but I have startling red hair. Rereading the strange note again, I realized that it said to meet her on July 2. Tomorrow!
Catching up with my siblings, I pretended nothing was wrong. So did everyone else. The house came into view in just a few minutes. We walked to the office and knocked on the door. We heard some talking and then the nice lady from down the road, Mrs. Kingston, opened the door slowly.
"Children, your Father is operating on Princess, my poodle. Your mother is indoors with Lysel, now run along."
Giggling, we made our way to the main house and opened the door. My Mother had put Lysel on the kitchen counter, and was bandaging her knee.
"Mom," I started, "This came in the mail today."
My Mother looked at the letter, but unlike us, she had no confusion in her expression.
She looked from me to Matt to Jessica to Beth to Timmy to Liz to Lysel, sniffling on the
counter.
"Could you excuse us, kids? Daina and I need to talk," said my Mother looking at me.
One by one they filed out, Beth carrying Lysel, who was watching me curiously.
When they were all out, my Mother went to the tea kettle and turned on the heat, for tea. I sighed, this was going to be a long talk if she was making tea. I sat down on the stool, as did my Mom. Mom looked at me, as though sizing me up.
"Your grandmother is a witch also. It seems to be in the blood, from my side."
"So its true," I gasped. "Does that mean that you're a witch?"
Mom shook her head sadly. "No, it seems it skipped over me. But you have it. We knew just after we took you home from the hospital. You were amazingly intelligent and active. But strangest of all, you could talk at 5 days old. But you didn't talk to us until you were at least a year old. No, you would converse with animals. We found you, telling a snake and a lion about your personality."
"A lion?! Lions don't live around here!!" I gasped.
"Yes, it was very strange indeed. When you turned 5, you were so caring towards animals, and indeed, anything that needed your help. But when we got a call from your teacher explaining that you were discussing Einstein's seventh theory of MC = EW2 with the class guinea pig, we got concerned. While your Father and I drove to pick you up, I told him our secret. He seemed shocked, but fine with it. After you were home, I called the Ministry of Magic-"
"The Ministry of what?" I interrupted.
"The Ministry of Magic, they keep the laws in the wizarding world, and make sure muggles don't know about them."
"What's… what's a muggle?" I said with a difficulty.
"Well, in most cases it's a person with no magical blood in their veins."
"Oh, I see, go on" I said slowly.
"So I called the Ministry of Magic, and told them all about you. Within 25 seconds a man wearing wizard robes appeared at the door. He explained to us that he was going to take away your gift. Just for 14 years, that is. So we gave you to him. The man looked at you lovingly, and whispered two words before raising his wand and casting a spell on you."
"What was that word," I whispered.
"He simply said "I'm sorry" " said my Mother. On the way out he gave us his business card. It said Ron Weasley on it. But– now that you know, I'm sure you have your gift back."
At this point we heard screams and shouts coming from the window. Running out, I saw all my brothers and sisters strewn across the ground. They had been listening in of the old barrel. In spite of the situation, I could not help but smile.
"Beats me," said Jessica.
"SO OPEN IT!" yelled Matt.
Laughter followed, and although you couldn't see it, you could certainly feel the anticipation. I slowly took out the paper, and read out loud:
Dear Miss Daina Gingras,
It brings us great pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here you will receive your magical education. Please send your acceptance letter, or rejectional letter no later than July 1, 2221.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Caculan
My magical education? Was this some kind of joke? Was everyone in my family magical or just me? These frightening thoughts whizzed through my mind, and undoubtedly, everyone else's. There was a nervous silence while everyone looked at each other.
"We'd better show mum and dad, hadn't we?" said Beth, always calm and dignified.
"You're right Beth, its probably just junk mail, anyway," I almost whispered.
Everyone scrambled out of the pond, their curiosity overpowering their desires to stay at the pond. There were a few squabbles over jeans and dresses, but then we were off down the driveway. As we walked silently, I noticed another piece of paper behind the odd letter. Folded up was a small note scribbled out very messily, and a few spellings were wrong.
Helo, Daina. I am your magicel guardian. U miht not beleve any of this, but its tru. I will bring u to Diagon Alley on June 2. Plese weight for mi bi the pond at noone. Bring no one else.
Kara Kristinetine
I laughed when I read this, simply because of all the misspellings. But I was beginning to believe this. Some of the things I was able to do… getting ready so quickly, running, sports, everything. And my red hair. Everyone else in my family has brown hair, but I have startling red hair. Rereading the strange note again, I realized that it said to meet her on July 2. Tomorrow!
Catching up with my siblings, I pretended nothing was wrong. So did everyone else. The house came into view in just a few minutes. We walked to the office and knocked on the door. We heard some talking and then the nice lady from down the road, Mrs. Kingston, opened the door slowly.
"Children, your Father is operating on Princess, my poodle. Your mother is indoors with Lysel, now run along."
Giggling, we made our way to the main house and opened the door. My Mother had put Lysel on the kitchen counter, and was bandaging her knee.
"Mom," I started, "This came in the mail today."
My Mother looked at the letter, but unlike us, she had no confusion in her expression.
She looked from me to Matt to Jessica to Beth to Timmy to Liz to Lysel, sniffling on the
counter.
"Could you excuse us, kids? Daina and I need to talk," said my Mother looking at me.
One by one they filed out, Beth carrying Lysel, who was watching me curiously.
When they were all out, my Mother went to the tea kettle and turned on the heat, for tea. I sighed, this was going to be a long talk if she was making tea. I sat down on the stool, as did my Mom. Mom looked at me, as though sizing me up.
"Your grandmother is a witch also. It seems to be in the blood, from my side."
"So its true," I gasped. "Does that mean that you're a witch?"
Mom shook her head sadly. "No, it seems it skipped over me. But you have it. We knew just after we took you home from the hospital. You were amazingly intelligent and active. But strangest of all, you could talk at 5 days old. But you didn't talk to us until you were at least a year old. No, you would converse with animals. We found you, telling a snake and a lion about your personality."
"A lion?! Lions don't live around here!!" I gasped.
"Yes, it was very strange indeed. When you turned 5, you were so caring towards animals, and indeed, anything that needed your help. But when we got a call from your teacher explaining that you were discussing Einstein's seventh theory of MC = EW2 with the class guinea pig, we got concerned. While your Father and I drove to pick you up, I told him our secret. He seemed shocked, but fine with it. After you were home, I called the Ministry of Magic-"
"The Ministry of what?" I interrupted.
"The Ministry of Magic, they keep the laws in the wizarding world, and make sure muggles don't know about them."
"What's… what's a muggle?" I said with a difficulty.
"Well, in most cases it's a person with no magical blood in their veins."
"Oh, I see, go on" I said slowly.
"So I called the Ministry of Magic, and told them all about you. Within 25 seconds a man wearing wizard robes appeared at the door. He explained to us that he was going to take away your gift. Just for 14 years, that is. So we gave you to him. The man looked at you lovingly, and whispered two words before raising his wand and casting a spell on you."
"What was that word," I whispered.
"He simply said "I'm sorry" " said my Mother. On the way out he gave us his business card. It said Ron Weasley on it. But– now that you know, I'm sure you have your gift back."
At this point we heard screams and shouts coming from the window. Running out, I saw all my brothers and sisters strewn across the ground. They had been listening in of the old barrel. In spite of the situation, I could not help but smile.