Peter wouldn't let me tell Ian or Jake, though. Maybe they hadn't gotten the letter, he said. I didn't know if I believed that, but I trusted him enough to make myself believe it.
A week later, Ian and Jake flew home. I ended up staying for a few more days. Aunt Mari was glad I had found people like me. And apparently, the headmaster had called her and said that I'd be going to school with Peter's family.
I spent the rest of the summer at Peter's house.
A week before the last week of August, I flew to Aunt Mari's to say good bye and get all my belongings. I left there two days later.
I flew to London with Peter's family right away. We spent our days there at an inn right in the magical community. After lots of persuation on both of our parts, Peter's parents let me and him room together.
We went shopping the next day. I got everything from robes to a wand. Peter's parents were so nice they bought us each an owl, too.
Peter and I spent the rest of the days wandering around. We had ice cream a lot; the parlor was awesome. There was also a pub there called The Leaky Cauldron. We liked to hang out there and watch all the people.
September 1st came all too quickly.
We drove to King's Cross, the London train station. Peter's parents told us how to get onto Platform 9 3/4. It was odd, I have to say. We had to push our own trolleys through the barrier.
Waiting for us was a huge red train. Weird, I know. Peter and I snagged ourselves an empty compartment and tossed our stuff in them. Three boys showed up with these trunks right when the train was going to leave. I let them hang out with us.
It turned out great, too. The guys were named James, Sirius and Remus. Totally off names. Must be an English thing, I guess.
The guys were just like Ian and Jake. They played tricks on people all the time--the only difference was that they were from wizard families so it was like 'magic' tricks.
After hearing boring announcements come on over the speaker on the ceiling near the door, James did this weird thing with his wand and said something. Suddenly, there was nothing coming from the speaker. I grinned at James and he winked back--yup, definitely cute, definitely a new buddy. Not that I was planning on cheating on Peter or anything like that.
About half an hour later, this kid waltzes into our compartment.
"Whaddya think you're doin?" I asked, standing up and crossing my arms, letting my American accent fly through. James told me later that I looked really scary with the sun coming through the smallish window at the mid-top of the wall and sort of making my dark red hair glow. I wish I had seen it; lots of people think I'm a girly-girl who's all nicey-nice. Which I am not.
"I, uh, I'm just sorta here. And now I'm gone." He raced out of our compartment and slammed the door shut. The five of us burst out laughing as I sat down again.
I asked James if he knew that kid. He told me he did; it was a guy named Max, most likely in our year, who was the great-great nephew of Dumbledore (the headmaster) or something.
I figured that he musta been a suck up to get into our school.
A week later, Ian and Jake flew home. I ended up staying for a few more days. Aunt Mari was glad I had found people like me. And apparently, the headmaster had called her and said that I'd be going to school with Peter's family.
I spent the rest of the summer at Peter's house.
A week before the last week of August, I flew to Aunt Mari's to say good bye and get all my belongings. I left there two days later.
I flew to London with Peter's family right away. We spent our days there at an inn right in the magical community. After lots of persuation on both of our parts, Peter's parents let me and him room together.
We went shopping the next day. I got everything from robes to a wand. Peter's parents were so nice they bought us each an owl, too.
Peter and I spent the rest of the days wandering around. We had ice cream a lot; the parlor was awesome. There was also a pub there called The Leaky Cauldron. We liked to hang out there and watch all the people.
September 1st came all too quickly.
We drove to King's Cross, the London train station. Peter's parents told us how to get onto Platform 9 3/4. It was odd, I have to say. We had to push our own trolleys through the barrier.
Waiting for us was a huge red train. Weird, I know. Peter and I snagged ourselves an empty compartment and tossed our stuff in them. Three boys showed up with these trunks right when the train was going to leave. I let them hang out with us.
It turned out great, too. The guys were named James, Sirius and Remus. Totally off names. Must be an English thing, I guess.
The guys were just like Ian and Jake. They played tricks on people all the time--the only difference was that they were from wizard families so it was like 'magic' tricks.
After hearing boring announcements come on over the speaker on the ceiling near the door, James did this weird thing with his wand and said something. Suddenly, there was nothing coming from the speaker. I grinned at James and he winked back--yup, definitely cute, definitely a new buddy. Not that I was planning on cheating on Peter or anything like that.
About half an hour later, this kid waltzes into our compartment.
"Whaddya think you're doin?" I asked, standing up and crossing my arms, letting my American accent fly through. James told me later that I looked really scary with the sun coming through the smallish window at the mid-top of the wall and sort of making my dark red hair glow. I wish I had seen it; lots of people think I'm a girly-girl who's all nicey-nice. Which I am not.
"I, uh, I'm just sorta here. And now I'm gone." He raced out of our compartment and slammed the door shut. The five of us burst out laughing as I sat down again.
I asked James if he knew that kid. He told me he did; it was a guy named Max, most likely in our year, who was the great-great nephew of Dumbledore (the headmaster) or something.
I figured that he musta been a suck up to get into our school.
