"She's not going, Eileen and that's final!" Pierre DuGall said. Eileen shook her head and said, "No, Pierre. She will go. It's her destiny. You cannot refuse her such an opportunity. As you know, I went there as well and had no problems." Pierre leaned back against the wall, crossed his arms, and said, "No problems, huh? You came back waving a stick around, saying nonsense words, and weird things started happening. I'm not having my only child turn into one of.....well.....one of you!"
Eileen flinched. That was a rather harsh thing for her husband to say to her. True, she knew he disapproved of magic but there was nothing he could do to change that. Eileen DuGall was a witch who had graduated from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He married her anyway, but had spent his life trying to get her to stop using magic. It bothered him greatly.
Pierre was a Muggle, a person with no magical abilities. He thought that having his wife waving a wand around was very weird indeed. It bothered him more now that their only child had received an acceptance letter to that school his wife had attended. Little did he know that Eileen had secretly been teaching their daughter a little magic, so that she wouldn't be completely confused at the school.
Eileen raised her eyebrows and said, "My dear, that was rude, but I shall choose to ignore it. Maleficent will go to Hogwarts and you will not stop her. And that, my dear, is final!" She turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Outside, a young girl sat on a chair in the hallway. She had thick, black hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes were a dark green, the color of an emerald. Her skin was very, very pale, which made her hair and eyes even more striking. She looked up at her mother and asked quietly, "Why were you and father arguing?" Eileen said, "He did not want you to go to the school. But I have convinced him that it will be a good experience for you." Maleficent said, "He refused to let me go, didn't he?" Eileen nodded, knowing that she could not fool her daughter. "He doesn't like it but he will let you go. Now go pack your things. We leave in the morning," Eileen said.
Maleficent returned to her room and began to pack her things into her trunk. She had known all of her life that her father hated anything to do with magic. He had spent a long time working with her to make her into a musician like himself. He was a violinist and had been working with Maleficent to make her a singer. She was very good but her heart didn't lie in music, as his did. She liked to sing for fun and didn't want to do it as a career. As she closed her trunk, someone knocked on her bedroom door. "Come in," she said.
Pierre entered his daughter's room. He held something in his hand. "Maleficent, you must know that I don't approve of this school that you'll be attending. But, while you're there don't neglect your music. Here is something for you to take with you to work on," he said. He handed her what was in his hand. It was a book of songs. "You can work on these while you're there," he said. Then he turned and left the room. Maleficent added the book to her other things in her trunk. Honestly she didn't plan on working on songs while she was there. She crawled into bed, hoping that the night would pass quickly.
"Wake up, Maleficent. It's time to get up," a vioce said. Maleficent rubbed her eyes. Her mother was gently shaking her awake. Maleficent sat up. "Is it time to go, mother?" she asked. Eileen said, "Almost. Get dressed. We'll eat a short breakfast and be gone." Maleficent shot out of bed and hurriedly got ready. She dashed down the stairs and wolfed down the oatmeal that her mother had fixed for her. Eileen laughed a bit as Maleficent pushed the bowl away and said, "Okay. I'm ready. When do we go?" Eileen said, "Right now." Maleficent dashed up to her room to get her trunk.
Pierre sat in the living room, reading the morning paper. Eileen entered the room and said, "Are you sure you don't want to go with us?" He replied, "No. I prefer to stay home." Eileen nodded. She heard her daughter dragging her trunk down the stairs. She turned and left the room and helped Maleficent carry her trunk to the car.
The ride to King's Cross was short. At the station, Eileen helped Maleficent carry her trunk through the barrier to the train at Platform 9 3/4. They loaded the trunk onto the train. Eileen smiled and said, "Have a good year and send us an owl if you need anything." Maleficent said, "Okay. See you in June!" Maleficent got on the train and found a seat by the window. She waved to her mother out the window. Then the train shook and began moving. The journey to Hogwarts had begun.
Eileen flinched. That was a rather harsh thing for her husband to say to her. True, she knew he disapproved of magic but there was nothing he could do to change that. Eileen DuGall was a witch who had graduated from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He married her anyway, but had spent his life trying to get her to stop using magic. It bothered him greatly.
Pierre was a Muggle, a person with no magical abilities. He thought that having his wife waving a wand around was very weird indeed. It bothered him more now that their only child had received an acceptance letter to that school his wife had attended. Little did he know that Eileen had secretly been teaching their daughter a little magic, so that she wouldn't be completely confused at the school.
Eileen raised her eyebrows and said, "My dear, that was rude, but I shall choose to ignore it. Maleficent will go to Hogwarts and you will not stop her. And that, my dear, is final!" She turned and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Outside, a young girl sat on a chair in the hallway. She had thick, black hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes were a dark green, the color of an emerald. Her skin was very, very pale, which made her hair and eyes even more striking. She looked up at her mother and asked quietly, "Why were you and father arguing?" Eileen said, "He did not want you to go to the school. But I have convinced him that it will be a good experience for you." Maleficent said, "He refused to let me go, didn't he?" Eileen nodded, knowing that she could not fool her daughter. "He doesn't like it but he will let you go. Now go pack your things. We leave in the morning," Eileen said.
Maleficent returned to her room and began to pack her things into her trunk. She had known all of her life that her father hated anything to do with magic. He had spent a long time working with her to make her into a musician like himself. He was a violinist and had been working with Maleficent to make her a singer. She was very good but her heart didn't lie in music, as his did. She liked to sing for fun and didn't want to do it as a career. As she closed her trunk, someone knocked on her bedroom door. "Come in," she said.
Pierre entered his daughter's room. He held something in his hand. "Maleficent, you must know that I don't approve of this school that you'll be attending. But, while you're there don't neglect your music. Here is something for you to take with you to work on," he said. He handed her what was in his hand. It was a book of songs. "You can work on these while you're there," he said. Then he turned and left the room. Maleficent added the book to her other things in her trunk. Honestly she didn't plan on working on songs while she was there. She crawled into bed, hoping that the night would pass quickly.
"Wake up, Maleficent. It's time to get up," a vioce said. Maleficent rubbed her eyes. Her mother was gently shaking her awake. Maleficent sat up. "Is it time to go, mother?" she asked. Eileen said, "Almost. Get dressed. We'll eat a short breakfast and be gone." Maleficent shot out of bed and hurriedly got ready. She dashed down the stairs and wolfed down the oatmeal that her mother had fixed for her. Eileen laughed a bit as Maleficent pushed the bowl away and said, "Okay. I'm ready. When do we go?" Eileen said, "Right now." Maleficent dashed up to her room to get her trunk.
Pierre sat in the living room, reading the morning paper. Eileen entered the room and said, "Are you sure you don't want to go with us?" He replied, "No. I prefer to stay home." Eileen nodded. She heard her daughter dragging her trunk down the stairs. She turned and left the room and helped Maleficent carry her trunk to the car.
The ride to King's Cross was short. At the station, Eileen helped Maleficent carry her trunk through the barrier to the train at Platform 9 3/4. They loaded the trunk onto the train. Eileen smiled and said, "Have a good year and send us an owl if you need anything." Maleficent said, "Okay. See you in June!" Maleficent got on the train and found a seat by the window. She waved to her mother out the window. Then the train shook and began moving. The journey to Hogwarts had begun.