Feeling dazed Yasmine returned to her the house. She sat down at the kitchen table and thought about what had just happened. She couldn't believe it. She kept expecting to wake up and see that it had been a dream. Every few minutes she would pinch herself just to make sure.
She had been sitting there for several hours when Ms Blair finally came downstairs. She looked groggy and instantly crossed the box filled room to the coffemaker, one of the few appliances that had been unpacked.
"Hey Yaz, honey," she said brightly. "How'd you sleep. I thought it was a bit drafty. I think that judging from the weather today would be a good day to get some unpacking done. It's to rainy to go work on the..." She trailed off as she saw the look on Yasmine's face. "Yaz honey, are you OK?"
"Yeah mom, I'm OK, it's just that something really weird happened last night."
Once she had started she couldn't stop talking. The story came pouring out of her rapidly and her mothers expression changed from concerned to panicked in a matter of seconds.
"So you wrote him back? But honey that's dangerous. He could be stalker for all you know. And an owl? What kind of weirdo..."
"MOM!" Yasmine yelled. "Please calm down." She had known her mother would panic. She shouldn't have even brought it up. She shouldn't have written back. She didn't know what had possessed her to do so.
"Well," Sighed Ms Blair, "I guess its OK for know, but next time it happens you call the police."
The rest of the morning passed well. Yasmine unpacked the rest of her stuff and went out to rent some movies. Ms Blair tidied the kitchen and went to work. She spent the afternoon setting up her office and meeting the people. At about 5:00 a young secretary came in and introduced herself and Cookie. She said they had been receiving mail for her for the last few days and she left a stack of papers on the desk.
Ms Blair paged through them rapidly. Mostly there were bills, but there was also a strange, and large envelope addressed in emerald ink.
Dear Ms Blair (it read)
I received a letter from your daughter. It seems that you have some qualms about our school. I would like to speak to you. As I have some articles to buy for next years classes I will be in London next week. I would appreciate it if I could met with your family to further discuss the enrollment of Yasmine in our school. If you chose to do so I will be at the Leaky Cauldron an the 19th. If you cannot reach me please feel free to ring me at the number there which is 1-800-BOIL&BUBBLE
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Ms Blair took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. Her mind was rapidly working over what she had just seen. Slowly she sat up and reached for the phone.
She had been sitting there for several hours when Ms Blair finally came downstairs. She looked groggy and instantly crossed the box filled room to the coffemaker, one of the few appliances that had been unpacked.
"Hey Yaz, honey," she said brightly. "How'd you sleep. I thought it was a bit drafty. I think that judging from the weather today would be a good day to get some unpacking done. It's to rainy to go work on the..." She trailed off as she saw the look on Yasmine's face. "Yaz honey, are you OK?"
"Yeah mom, I'm OK, it's just that something really weird happened last night."
Once she had started she couldn't stop talking. The story came pouring out of her rapidly and her mothers expression changed from concerned to panicked in a matter of seconds.
"So you wrote him back? But honey that's dangerous. He could be stalker for all you know. And an owl? What kind of weirdo..."
"MOM!" Yasmine yelled. "Please calm down." She had known her mother would panic. She shouldn't have even brought it up. She shouldn't have written back. She didn't know what had possessed her to do so.
"Well," Sighed Ms Blair, "I guess its OK for know, but next time it happens you call the police."
The rest of the morning passed well. Yasmine unpacked the rest of her stuff and went out to rent some movies. Ms Blair tidied the kitchen and went to work. She spent the afternoon setting up her office and meeting the people. At about 5:00 a young secretary came in and introduced herself and Cookie. She said they had been receiving mail for her for the last few days and she left a stack of papers on the desk.
Ms Blair paged through them rapidly. Mostly there were bills, but there was also a strange, and large envelope addressed in emerald ink.
Dear Ms Blair (it read)
I received a letter from your daughter. It seems that you have some qualms about our school. I would like to speak to you. As I have some articles to buy for next years classes I will be in London next week. I would appreciate it if I could met with your family to further discuss the enrollment of Yasmine in our school. If you chose to do so I will be at the Leaky Cauldron an the 19th. If you cannot reach me please feel free to ring me at the number there which is 1-800-BOIL&BUBBLE
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Ms Blair took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. Her mind was rapidly working over what she had just seen. Slowly she sat up and reached for the phone.