During the weekend of my birthday, June 13th (which was on a friday that year), only Peter could come over. Ian and Jake both had family vacations planned.
So Peter came over. We spent the whole time on Aunt Mari's estate, mostly on the estate or in the garden house. Finally, the Tuesday that Jake and Ian were supposed to fly in, Peter kissed me. It was short and sweet, and out under the Weeping Willow sitting behind the garden house. That's when we sort of became boyfriend-girlfriend.
We tried to keep it from Ian and Jake, eleven-year-olds that we were. Finally, they caught us hugging (of all things! At least it wasn't more.) under the Willow around the end of June. They weren't mad; Ian was just mad that peter had gotten to me first. It's funny how guys think, isn't it? I've always thought so.
A few days later, we were all supposed to fly to Ian's in Seattle. But I had to stay back. All four of us were majorly bummed.
I had to stay back because I got a letter. Weird, I know. But it was from England. I had almost forgotten my previous life there, because my accent was almost gone and I had spent the majority of my life in America.
Anyway, the letter wasn't just from England, it was from a school there. A wizard school.
You can tell I was surprised. So were Aunt Mari and Uncle Bobby. Suddenly I was enrolled in a school so far away from what had grown to be home.
And I had to break it to the guys. Somehow.
We had a wizard over for dinner the night after I got the letter. He was apparently the headmaster of the school--Hogwarts. He explained that I had been 'transferred' according to the CSA records. Sure, everyone would wonder. I was the whole time!
The headmaster was going to come back the last week of August and take me to London.
Now, let me tell you. I haven't been to London in more than five years.
Then I would get my school supplies. The list had come with the letter, and it was full of weird stuff. Instead of leaving out the door, this time the guy just disappeared. It was really cool.
It was the middle of July before I got to see the guys again. I begged Aunt Mari to let me fly over to Peter's house in New York, where they were by now.
I didn't tell them anything at first. We just hung out like we usually did. Then, a couple days later, Peter found me crying in my room. After ten minutes, he knew everything. He hugged me so long I thought our arms would fall off.
But he wasn't surprised. He told me that he had gotten the letter, too. His mom and dad were wizards who had moved here from England. I was totally shocked.
So Peter came over. We spent the whole time on Aunt Mari's estate, mostly on the estate or in the garden house. Finally, the Tuesday that Jake and Ian were supposed to fly in, Peter kissed me. It was short and sweet, and out under the Weeping Willow sitting behind the garden house. That's when we sort of became boyfriend-girlfriend.
We tried to keep it from Ian and Jake, eleven-year-olds that we were. Finally, they caught us hugging (of all things! At least it wasn't more.) under the Willow around the end of June. They weren't mad; Ian was just mad that peter had gotten to me first. It's funny how guys think, isn't it? I've always thought so.
A few days later, we were all supposed to fly to Ian's in Seattle. But I had to stay back. All four of us were majorly bummed.
I had to stay back because I got a letter. Weird, I know. But it was from England. I had almost forgotten my previous life there, because my accent was almost gone and I had spent the majority of my life in America.
Anyway, the letter wasn't just from England, it was from a school there. A wizard school.
You can tell I was surprised. So were Aunt Mari and Uncle Bobby. Suddenly I was enrolled in a school so far away from what had grown to be home.
And I had to break it to the guys. Somehow.
We had a wizard over for dinner the night after I got the letter. He was apparently the headmaster of the school--Hogwarts. He explained that I had been 'transferred' according to the CSA records. Sure, everyone would wonder. I was the whole time!
The headmaster was going to come back the last week of August and take me to London.
Now, let me tell you. I haven't been to London in more than five years.
Then I would get my school supplies. The list had come with the letter, and it was full of weird stuff. Instead of leaving out the door, this time the guy just disappeared. It was really cool.
It was the middle of July before I got to see the guys again. I begged Aunt Mari to let me fly over to Peter's house in New York, where they were by now.
I didn't tell them anything at first. We just hung out like we usually did. Then, a couple days later, Peter found me crying in my room. After ten minutes, he knew everything. He hugged me so long I thought our arms would fall off.
But he wasn't surprised. He told me that he had gotten the letter, too. His mom and dad were wizards who had moved here from England. I was totally shocked.
