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A/N: Hello…umm…yeah
The Student: Truth
Morgan was pacing the living room floor. When her parents got home, they wouldn't be happy. She was only supposed to call them in an emergency…and then it had better be a good emergency. She took a deep, shaky breath and looked at the peculiar letter in her hand. An even stranger ticket had come enclosed with it. Platform 9 and 3/4. London. Seemed a bit awry.
A car door shut outside…then another…
Morgan stepped away from the door as her mother rushed through. Her father followed quickly behind and glared around the house. Their faces were flushed with worry and as soon as they saw Morgan by the entrance to the study, they held her in their arms.
"What's the matter?" her mother asked. She smiled down at her daughter and watched with disbelief as she held the envelope between them. Mrs. Frell grabbed at the letter, stone-faced. She turned and Mr. Frell walked slowly to her, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Do you know who this Professor Dumbledore is, Mom?" Morgan asked. A minute passed and still nothing. No movement. Mother wasn't happy.
"I wondered when you'd finally find one of these wretched things. No, I don't know who this is, but I refuse to let you go there!" Mrs. Frell yelled. Morgan laughed. She thought her mother was joking…until her father stepped forward.
"Dad?! But…I want to go! What if it's something fun! Like a camp! You can't make me stay here forever!"
"This is no joke, Hun. This is real. We picked up a tip from…someone…and we…confiscated a wand and magic books. Voodoo. Terrible things, Sweetie," he said soothingly. His head was turned away from his wife. He smiled and winked at his daughter before she burst out in protest and she nodded.
"Mom? You've known about these letters all along?!" Morgan yelled at her mother instead. She nodded, jaw clenched. Morgan fumed. She hated her parents for stuff like that! It was so…frustrating!
"I forbid you to speak, think, or dream about this…this Hogwarts!" she yelled. Mrs. Frell was nearly crying from shame. This was disgraceful to her for some reason.
"Yes, Mother," Morgan said, bowing her head.
Morgan's father tilted his head toward the study and mouthed the words "meet me in five." Morgan nodded and left her parents alone as Mr. Frell tried to calm his wife down. She clumped up the steps toward her room and beamed. Her dad had always been lenient and let her do things that Mom would kill him for. She once got to fly in a Tom Cat! This Hogwarts deal was something she wanted to do more than anything else!
A/N: Don't worry, it'll get to the school soon…two or three chapters from now…but remember, my chapters are short!
A/N: Hello…umm…yeah
The Student: Truth
Morgan was pacing the living room floor. When her parents got home, they wouldn't be happy. She was only supposed to call them in an emergency…and then it had better be a good emergency. She took a deep, shaky breath and looked at the peculiar letter in her hand. An even stranger ticket had come enclosed with it. Platform 9 and 3/4. London. Seemed a bit awry.
A car door shut outside…then another…
Morgan stepped away from the door as her mother rushed through. Her father followed quickly behind and glared around the house. Their faces were flushed with worry and as soon as they saw Morgan by the entrance to the study, they held her in their arms.
"What's the matter?" her mother asked. She smiled down at her daughter and watched with disbelief as she held the envelope between them. Mrs. Frell grabbed at the letter, stone-faced. She turned and Mr. Frell walked slowly to her, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Do you know who this Professor Dumbledore is, Mom?" Morgan asked. A minute passed and still nothing. No movement. Mother wasn't happy.
"I wondered when you'd finally find one of these wretched things. No, I don't know who this is, but I refuse to let you go there!" Mrs. Frell yelled. Morgan laughed. She thought her mother was joking…until her father stepped forward.
"Dad?! But…I want to go! What if it's something fun! Like a camp! You can't make me stay here forever!"
"This is no joke, Hun. This is real. We picked up a tip from…someone…and we…confiscated a wand and magic books. Voodoo. Terrible things, Sweetie," he said soothingly. His head was turned away from his wife. He smiled and winked at his daughter before she burst out in protest and she nodded.
"Mom? You've known about these letters all along?!" Morgan yelled at her mother instead. She nodded, jaw clenched. Morgan fumed. She hated her parents for stuff like that! It was so…frustrating!
"I forbid you to speak, think, or dream about this…this Hogwarts!" she yelled. Mrs. Frell was nearly crying from shame. This was disgraceful to her for some reason.
"Yes, Mother," Morgan said, bowing her head.
Morgan's father tilted his head toward the study and mouthed the words "meet me in five." Morgan nodded and left her parents alone as Mr. Frell tried to calm his wife down. She clumped up the steps toward her room and beamed. Her dad had always been lenient and let her do things that Mom would kill him for. She once got to fly in a Tom Cat! This Hogwarts deal was something she wanted to do more than anything else!
A/N: Don't worry, it'll get to the school soon…two or three chapters from now…but remember, my chapters are short!