"Mum! Dad! You won't believe this!" Hermione burst into her quiet house.
She knew for sure her parents wouldn't believe it, she could barely
comprehend it herself.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" her father asked, lowering his newspaper to glance up at his daughter.
"Nothing's wrong!" she said, "but look at this..." She handed him the letter and skipped over to the sofa next to her mother. She studied her father's reaction carefully, unknowing of what he would say or do. He remained silent after finishing the letter and handing it to his wife. A look of utter disbelief was cemented onto his face.
She knew what he was thinking, her own mind worked a lot like his. 'Hermione a.... a witch?' she was sure he was saying to himself, 'How could it be?'
Before he could say anything, Hermione reminded him of all the strange things that happened to her. The letter said 'odd things can happen when the seemingly non-magical child is angry or scared,' like the time when Hermione's father examined her teeth (he was a dentist) and found a cavity. After a lecture about the dangers of eating sweets, he gathered up his drill and other dental supplies and turned to repair her tooth... but, which tooth was it? They all seemed fine when he tried to find the cavity again. It was like the cavity magically disappeared.
"Can I go to Hogwarts? Please!?" Hermione requested, after convincing her parents it wasn't a prank. "I know I'll be far away, but I really think it's the right thing for me."
Her mother sighed, then gave her daughter a small smile. "I think, Hermione, that you are old enough to make a choice like this on your own."
Hermione saw the indecision in her mother's eyes, and the lingering disbelief in her father's. Hermione knew exactly what she wanted to say... but couldn't say it. She wanted desperately to laugh and skip and say 'Of course! I would LOVE to go!' but what would her parents think? It would be like a slap in the face to them, Hermione thought. 'Thanks Mom and Dad for letting me choose what to do with my life; i choose to live far, far away from you...'
"Hermione..." Her mother said in a soft voice. "Whatever you choose, we will support you the whole way." Hermione let a smile settle on her awkward mouth, hugged her mother tightly, and then kissed her father on the cheek.
"I want to be a witch," Hermione said.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" her father asked, lowering his newspaper to glance up at his daughter.
"Nothing's wrong!" she said, "but look at this..." She handed him the letter and skipped over to the sofa next to her mother. She studied her father's reaction carefully, unknowing of what he would say or do. He remained silent after finishing the letter and handing it to his wife. A look of utter disbelief was cemented onto his face.
She knew what he was thinking, her own mind worked a lot like his. 'Hermione a.... a witch?' she was sure he was saying to himself, 'How could it be?'
Before he could say anything, Hermione reminded him of all the strange things that happened to her. The letter said 'odd things can happen when the seemingly non-magical child is angry or scared,' like the time when Hermione's father examined her teeth (he was a dentist) and found a cavity. After a lecture about the dangers of eating sweets, he gathered up his drill and other dental supplies and turned to repair her tooth... but, which tooth was it? They all seemed fine when he tried to find the cavity again. It was like the cavity magically disappeared.
"Can I go to Hogwarts? Please!?" Hermione requested, after convincing her parents it wasn't a prank. "I know I'll be far away, but I really think it's the right thing for me."
Her mother sighed, then gave her daughter a small smile. "I think, Hermione, that you are old enough to make a choice like this on your own."
Hermione saw the indecision in her mother's eyes, and the lingering disbelief in her father's. Hermione knew exactly what she wanted to say... but couldn't say it. She wanted desperately to laugh and skip and say 'Of course! I would LOVE to go!' but what would her parents think? It would be like a slap in the face to them, Hermione thought. 'Thanks Mom and Dad for letting me choose what to do with my life; i choose to live far, far away from you...'
"Hermione..." Her mother said in a soft voice. "Whatever you choose, we will support you the whole way." Hermione let a smile settle on her awkward mouth, hugged her mother tightly, and then kissed her father on the cheek.
"I want to be a witch," Hermione said.