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Elisabeth and Draco took there seats, opposite from each other. he said. I have no idea where to start. There is so much to explain, so many questions to be answered.. but I guess it's best to just jump in. Elisabeth didn't respond. All right.. well to answer your first question, a muggle is a person who is not a witch or wizard. And Hogsmeade is a wizarding village. Because of various charms and spells, unless you are a witch or wizard, you cannot see it. That is why, my dear, you must be a witch. He took a deep breath. Elisabeth remained silent, yet attentive. So... it looks like we have some pieces of this puzzle to arrange, eh? I am assuming that being Christian and Wiccan is referring to some kinds of muggle faith. However, all of us are born as witches and wizards. This is not a chosen faith, it just simply IS. Of course, you have to be taught how to use your power, but you are born with it just the same. Elisabeth just sat there with a deer in headlights expression. We try very hard to hide our little subculture from muggles, so sitting one down and explaining all this to them is not a common practice. However, we have already established that you can't possibly be muggle. I am assuming that your parents weren't witches, otherwise we wouldn't be in this situation. Elisabeth spoke for the first time. Well....both of my parents died when I was a baby, so I can't really answer that. But I can assure you that my adoptive were most certainly normal......uh .....I mean muggle.
Draco looked as if a light bulb had just gone off inside his head, then his expression turned solemn. Oh, I am very sorry about your parents. However, that may answer a lot. Of course, it's entirely possible for your parents to be muggle and you still be born a witch.
They both sat in silence for a few minutes, none of them knowing where to go from there. Elisabeth spoke again. Look, this is all very overwhelming and I am still not entirely sure that I believe a word of it. However, even if it is true and I did believe it, what am I supposed to do about it? I don't know anything about being a witch.
Draco pondered this for a moment. Haven't things ever happened that you couldn't explain? he asked. Things that seemed almost as if you MADE them happen?
Elisabeth started to say no, but stopped. She remembered one time when she was driving on the interstate. The weather was terrible and traffic was bad. She was very scared and wished with all her might that the downpour would stop, and it did. Almost immediately the rain had stopped and the sun was out. It was like it had never been raining at all. It was strange, but she dismissed it. After all, it wasn't like she had any control over the weather, right? But then what about the other times? Dozens of things that she had dismissed as simple coincidences and dumb luck until that moment ran through her mind. Draco didn't need her to speak for him to know the answer to his question. He just simply sat back and nodded knowingly. Elisabeth didn't know what to say.
A witch needs to be trained how to control and use her power properly, Draco said. As for myself, I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry, a very presitgious school that is very near here. When a witch or wizard turns 11 they get a letter from the school that has chosen them. All of the schools keep a very close watch on prospective students, even those that have been born into muggle families. That is why it is very curious that you have no idea about any of this. You never got any kind of letter? Elisabeth shook her head. he said. There must have been some sort of mix up. What a shame.. you need to learn how to use your powers, but you are past the age of enrollment to any school. Just what is your age, out of curiosity? He paused. I am 21, Elisabeth replied. Draco smiled. We are the same age. Anyway, back to what I was saying. Of course, I am sure that with the consent of The Ministry of Magic, I could pull some strings. I could contact my old Headmaster and arrange for some private tutoring.
Elisabeth slid out of the booth and stood up. Look, I am very grateful for..whatever it is you are trying to do. I find all of this to be incredibly unbelievable, but you seem sincere. However, I have my own house and job and life back in the States. I can't risk it all for some flighty idea that I might be a witch.
Draco stood up as well. I understand this is quite a shock, but please. There is an incredible world that is open to you, you just need to accept it. After tutoring you could get a job in this world. I suppose you could say I have been.. privileged. He sneered with great contempt at his own remark. I have inherited a rather large manor and sum of money. I could house and support you while you were being tutored. I would be glad to. I have more space and money than I will ever need. I am not trying to brag, just stating fact.
Elisabeth chose to ignore the sincerity of his voice. Instead, she became very angry. Look, I am sure that you are used to sweeping in and charming every girl you choose and promising them the world, but I am neither desperate nor stupid. I am perfectly capable of supporting myself! She started towards the door, but Draco ran around in front of her, blocking her way. Stop, please. It's not like that. His eyes once again stared deeply into hers. You obviously have great power, I am just trying to help you. Please don't turn away from this. He glanced towards the window. The sun was just starting to slip under the horizon. It's getting dark. Why don't you come back to the manor for the night?
All at once the anger turned to outrage. Oh, just come back to the manor with you? What kind of a girl do you think I am? I just met you! I don't know what kind of person you are. For all I know you could be a crazed rapist and killer, and the fact that you claim to be a wiazrd doesn't help any. No thanks, I think I will take my chances and catch a bus back to London.
You can't, said Draco. The fury in Elisabeth's eyes was apparent. And just why can't I? she shouted.
the kindly innkeeper interrupted, the buses that come anywhere near here have stopped running and it's too far to walk to the nearest village by yourself. I would put you up here, but I am afraid that there aren't any vacancies left for tonight. The innkeeper smiled. However, you can trust this young man. I wouldn't let you go if I thought you were in any danger, but you are in good hands with Draco.'
Elisabeth suddenly realized how exhausted she was. she sighed. I can't believe I am doing this. She narrowed her eyes at Draco. But don't try anything funny. I took a self defense class in college and I can make sure you won't ever have to worry about children.
Draco just laughed, which only made Elisabeth glare harder. Draco grabbed a rather elaborate looking broom that was leaning against the wall. He pulled out what appeared to be some sort of wand out of his cloak, pointed it at the broom, and muttered some incoherent words that seemed to be in latin. The broomstick expanded before her very eyes. He looked back at Elisabeth, his gray eyes meeting her wide, blue ones. She seemed completely stunned, but remained silent. My dear, he said gesturing towards the broom, I believe this is our ride. You'll get on behind me. It's perfectly safe, I assure you. Just hold on to me tightly. Pretend like we are riding.. ahh what do those muggles call it? Oh yes, a motorbike. It's a lot like that, only in the air. She followed him outside and did as she was told. She really couldn't believe that she was doing this. She MUST be going insane. She hesitated, but decided that it was better to be uncomfortably close to a stranger than plummet to her death, so she wrapped her arms around him tightly. She would be lying to herself if she tried to say she didn't enjoy it. Still, he was a stranger. A very good looking stranger. She smiled to herself. She was too lost in thought to notice that they had taken off, and when she came to she realized that they were very far from the ground. Frightened, she immediately tighted her grip around him. Are you all right? he asked.
Y-Yes, I am fine. She replied. It's just a terrible time to remember that I'm deathly afraid of heights.
Draco just laughed and they glided the rest of the way in silence through the night sky.