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A/N: Hello…if you like Lord of the Rings and are older than 13 (but I don't really care), check out my other story, Time…you'll like it, I think!
The Student: Meet Me In Five
Morgan knew that when her dad said "meet me in five," it meant exactly five minutes, so she lay on her bed, counting down the last thirty seconds. She sat, thinking for a moment. This was so exciting! More exciting than anything she'd ever done…and she had done a lot. Despite her behavior of late, Morgan was a trouble-maker. She always caused mischief and Addison, although he was very mannerly, usually helped in some way. The only reason she ever really got in trouble was because her mother was overly protective.
Maude sat down at the foot of the bed and fell asleep. Morgan looked at him and shook her head. Glancing back down at her watch, she realized she was late by about fifteen seconds. Rushing down the steps as quietly as she could, Morgan dashed into the study and closed the door. Her father was already there, glaring down at her. She looked at her shoes.
"You are late."
"Sorry, sir," she whimpered. Very slowly, he reached his hands out and then, suddenly, he tickled her sides. Morgan squeaked and Mr. Frell laughed. They smiled at each other and he nodded.
"Come here a sec, Mor," he said, walking to the desk. She followed him and watched him open her mother's locked file cabinet. He produced from it a large envelope. Dumping it onto the desktop, Morgan could see that about twenty of those letters had been hidden from her.
"I instructed Addison to give the last one to you. You see, Mor, your grandmother was a witch. She married Grand Dad and kept it a secret for his sake. I found out when I was about eleven. I got a letter too and my father ripped it up. He was just like your mom, only with a belt in his hand," Mr. Frell explained. Morgan sat, awestruck. She had no idea!
"Wow," was just about all she could muster up. Her dad chuckled.
"I thought so. In any case, I want you to go to this Hogwarts school. I think you belong there…not here," he said finally. Morgan nodded and gave him a huge hug. He reached into his own file cabinet, reached in a got out an old and dusty wand. Then, he grabbed his check book and wrote a note for five thousand dollars. Even his daughter couldn't spend that much on her own.
"Thank you, Dad!" she whispered. Mom walked by outside the doors and walked up the stairs. She would be taking a long nap soon.
"No prob, kiddo. Listen, I've booked you a flight to London. You've been there before. Go to precisely where the ticket tells you! Don't go to platform nine or ten…go to three quarters! I'm sure you'll get it!" he told her. She knew her father was perfectly capable of getting her a flight in less than five minutes, but she didn't understand the urgency. The letter said school didn't start until the first of September.
"Why're you acting so serious, Dad? School doesn't start for another month and a half!" Morgan said to him. He nodded and looked at Addison who was standing in the corner of the room. Morgan hadn't noticed until now. He really was sneaky!
"Addison is going to take you there to get your supplies and introduce you to the wizard world. Hun, he's a wizard. Addison Adertumbel. He's going to take you there tonight. Go pack your things. No electrical stuff…it won't work on the school grounds," her dad said seriously. Morgan's adrenaline was pumping. She ran from the room, tip-toed up the stairs, and leaped into her room. There, she found Addison already packing her things.
"How did you get in here?!" she yelled at him. He laughed and whipped a wand from under his penguin jacket. Morgan's clothes were immediately packed and ready to go after he said a few words. They sounded like Latin.
"You'll find out in due time, Morgan. Now, let's go, shall we?" he said. It was the middle of the day! How could they leave? Wouldn't her mother notice her walked out the door with a suitcase?
"Umm…how, Addison?" she inquired. He reached for a pocket and in his hand was a small pouch. He took some powder from inside and blew it on the fireplace (yes, this was how big her house was…every bedroom had a fireplace…scary huh?)…it turned a bright green and Morgan clapped sarcastically. How were they supposed to travel through a chimney?
"Floo Powder. Now, step inside, keep your hands close and clearly say Adertumbel residence," he instructed. Morgan believed her butler, but looked hesitantly at the brick encasement.
"I don't know about thi—" she said. Addison cut her off by pushing her in. She yelled, but remembered his words and said his home loudly. It felt as if she were on a roller coaster. One that spun a lot. All of a sudden, it stopped and she fell from the cool fire. She stood and brushed her hands off on her pants. Addison's house was amazing! But she didn't really have time to think about it…
"Coming through!" she heard a familiar voice yell. She dodged a flying suitcase and watched Addison step out of the flame. He sighed and smiled at her.
"This is incredible!" she told him. The house seemed to have no electricity. A coat of arms was in the corner of the room and a candelabrum stood in each of the remaining three walls. He flicked his wand and lit a small antique chandelier above their heads. A very tiny something or other zipped across the room. Morgan noticed that Addison's bed was in a small alcove. She looked at him with sadness. She felt guilty.
"It's modest, but you will live here for the next month or so. There are some children around your age down the road. The Weaslys. Trouble makers, the twins are," he said, busily tidying up the couch for himself to sleep on. Morgan stopped him.
"I'll sleep on the couch. Where are we exactly?" she asked, remembering that Addison was English. He laughed.
"This is London! Just south of the city! I thought you would have guessed that already!" he guffawed. Morgan sat down on the couch and laughed. This was unbelievable! Actually, no it wasn't…it was just absolutely fantastic!
"Strange…" she said to herself. All within three hours, she had become a witch. Then, she remembered her dad's wand. She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and stared at it. Addison nodded at it.
"That's your grandmum's. You could try to use if it you want," he said, unpacking her things. Morgan waved it and said a spell she had found in that ancient book at home. Nothing happened. She tried once or twice more and Addison sat beside her, finally done getting everything situated.
"It should have worked. You are family to the owner, after all," he told her. Morgan shook her head.
"Here, you try," she told him. He sighed, took it and with one word made a bouquet of flowers appear. He handed it back to her.
"Works fine for me," he replied. Morgan realized how relaxed he was now. It felt more casual and she liked that. It made her more comfortable. She had never liked being treated like "princess."
She was soon back to thinking about witchcraft. She tried again with the wand a few times and set it down on a small coffee table.
"It's useless. I can't do it with a wand, but I can do it without one! How much sense does that make?" she asked Addison sarcastically. He stared at her, open-mouthed. She laughed and couldn't help but smile.
"Did I hear you correctly? You can use magic without a wand?" he asked, flabbergasted. Morgan nodded and the butler dropped the plate in his hand. She stopped grinning and stood up protectively.
"Is there something bad about that?"
"No! It just means…well, you're a different kind of witch, that's all," he said, quickly returning to his setting the table for an afternoon snack. Morgan walked up to him, hands on her hips, and he ignored her.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. It's just…you're a…you're a warlock, I think. They're so rare anymore…One hasn't been seen for over a century and a half!" he exploded. Morgan grabbed his arm and told him to calm down. He nearly dropped another plate.
"What do you mean?"
"A warlock! How do I describe it? Umm…you know how some muggles are called psychic?" he made an attempt.
"Muggle?"
"Non-magic people like your mother. They don't know about the wizarding world."
"Yeah?"
"Well, you're the equivalent of that…sort of…I can't describe it!" he yelled. Addison was frustrated at himself. He knew the creature dictionary was around somewhere…aha!
"What's that?"
"Here it is! Warlock: a witch or wizard who can manipulate magic without a wand or magic words. They use sheer will to control magic. That's you!" Addison exclaimed. They were silent a moment and Morgan let the idea sink in. This really was bizarre. And she couldn't wait to be taught all about it!
A/N: Crappy ending, yes, but I couldn't think of anything else to end with unless I decided to drone on and on forever and a day (I'm doing that right now, aren't I?)
A/N: Hello…if you like Lord of the Rings and are older than 13 (but I don't really care), check out my other story, Time…you'll like it, I think!
The Student: Meet Me In Five
Morgan knew that when her dad said "meet me in five," it meant exactly five minutes, so she lay on her bed, counting down the last thirty seconds. She sat, thinking for a moment. This was so exciting! More exciting than anything she'd ever done…and she had done a lot. Despite her behavior of late, Morgan was a trouble-maker. She always caused mischief and Addison, although he was very mannerly, usually helped in some way. The only reason she ever really got in trouble was because her mother was overly protective.
Maude sat down at the foot of the bed and fell asleep. Morgan looked at him and shook her head. Glancing back down at her watch, she realized she was late by about fifteen seconds. Rushing down the steps as quietly as she could, Morgan dashed into the study and closed the door. Her father was already there, glaring down at her. She looked at her shoes.
"You are late."
"Sorry, sir," she whimpered. Very slowly, he reached his hands out and then, suddenly, he tickled her sides. Morgan squeaked and Mr. Frell laughed. They smiled at each other and he nodded.
"Come here a sec, Mor," he said, walking to the desk. She followed him and watched him open her mother's locked file cabinet. He produced from it a large envelope. Dumping it onto the desktop, Morgan could see that about twenty of those letters had been hidden from her.
"I instructed Addison to give the last one to you. You see, Mor, your grandmother was a witch. She married Grand Dad and kept it a secret for his sake. I found out when I was about eleven. I got a letter too and my father ripped it up. He was just like your mom, only with a belt in his hand," Mr. Frell explained. Morgan sat, awestruck. She had no idea!
"Wow," was just about all she could muster up. Her dad chuckled.
"I thought so. In any case, I want you to go to this Hogwarts school. I think you belong there…not here," he said finally. Morgan nodded and gave him a huge hug. He reached into his own file cabinet, reached in a got out an old and dusty wand. Then, he grabbed his check book and wrote a note for five thousand dollars. Even his daughter couldn't spend that much on her own.
"Thank you, Dad!" she whispered. Mom walked by outside the doors and walked up the stairs. She would be taking a long nap soon.
"No prob, kiddo. Listen, I've booked you a flight to London. You've been there before. Go to precisely where the ticket tells you! Don't go to platform nine or ten…go to three quarters! I'm sure you'll get it!" he told her. She knew her father was perfectly capable of getting her a flight in less than five minutes, but she didn't understand the urgency. The letter said school didn't start until the first of September.
"Why're you acting so serious, Dad? School doesn't start for another month and a half!" Morgan said to him. He nodded and looked at Addison who was standing in the corner of the room. Morgan hadn't noticed until now. He really was sneaky!
"Addison is going to take you there to get your supplies and introduce you to the wizard world. Hun, he's a wizard. Addison Adertumbel. He's going to take you there tonight. Go pack your things. No electrical stuff…it won't work on the school grounds," her dad said seriously. Morgan's adrenaline was pumping. She ran from the room, tip-toed up the stairs, and leaped into her room. There, she found Addison already packing her things.
"How did you get in here?!" she yelled at him. He laughed and whipped a wand from under his penguin jacket. Morgan's clothes were immediately packed and ready to go after he said a few words. They sounded like Latin.
"You'll find out in due time, Morgan. Now, let's go, shall we?" he said. It was the middle of the day! How could they leave? Wouldn't her mother notice her walked out the door with a suitcase?
"Umm…how, Addison?" she inquired. He reached for a pocket and in his hand was a small pouch. He took some powder from inside and blew it on the fireplace (yes, this was how big her house was…every bedroom had a fireplace…scary huh?)…it turned a bright green and Morgan clapped sarcastically. How were they supposed to travel through a chimney?
"Floo Powder. Now, step inside, keep your hands close and clearly say Adertumbel residence," he instructed. Morgan believed her butler, but looked hesitantly at the brick encasement.
"I don't know about thi—" she said. Addison cut her off by pushing her in. She yelled, but remembered his words and said his home loudly. It felt as if she were on a roller coaster. One that spun a lot. All of a sudden, it stopped and she fell from the cool fire. She stood and brushed her hands off on her pants. Addison's house was amazing! But she didn't really have time to think about it…
"Coming through!" she heard a familiar voice yell. She dodged a flying suitcase and watched Addison step out of the flame. He sighed and smiled at her.
"This is incredible!" she told him. The house seemed to have no electricity. A coat of arms was in the corner of the room and a candelabrum stood in each of the remaining three walls. He flicked his wand and lit a small antique chandelier above their heads. A very tiny something or other zipped across the room. Morgan noticed that Addison's bed was in a small alcove. She looked at him with sadness. She felt guilty.
"It's modest, but you will live here for the next month or so. There are some children around your age down the road. The Weaslys. Trouble makers, the twins are," he said, busily tidying up the couch for himself to sleep on. Morgan stopped him.
"I'll sleep on the couch. Where are we exactly?" she asked, remembering that Addison was English. He laughed.
"This is London! Just south of the city! I thought you would have guessed that already!" he guffawed. Morgan sat down on the couch and laughed. This was unbelievable! Actually, no it wasn't…it was just absolutely fantastic!
"Strange…" she said to herself. All within three hours, she had become a witch. Then, she remembered her dad's wand. She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and stared at it. Addison nodded at it.
"That's your grandmum's. You could try to use if it you want," he said, unpacking her things. Morgan waved it and said a spell she had found in that ancient book at home. Nothing happened. She tried once or twice more and Addison sat beside her, finally done getting everything situated.
"It should have worked. You are family to the owner, after all," he told her. Morgan shook her head.
"Here, you try," she told him. He sighed, took it and with one word made a bouquet of flowers appear. He handed it back to her.
"Works fine for me," he replied. Morgan realized how relaxed he was now. It felt more casual and she liked that. It made her more comfortable. She had never liked being treated like "princess."
She was soon back to thinking about witchcraft. She tried again with the wand a few times and set it down on a small coffee table.
"It's useless. I can't do it with a wand, but I can do it without one! How much sense does that make?" she asked Addison sarcastically. He stared at her, open-mouthed. She laughed and couldn't help but smile.
"Did I hear you correctly? You can use magic without a wand?" he asked, flabbergasted. Morgan nodded and the butler dropped the plate in his hand. She stopped grinning and stood up protectively.
"Is there something bad about that?"
"No! It just means…well, you're a different kind of witch, that's all," he said, quickly returning to his setting the table for an afternoon snack. Morgan walked up to him, hands on her hips, and he ignored her.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. It's just…you're a…you're a warlock, I think. They're so rare anymore…One hasn't been seen for over a century and a half!" he exploded. Morgan grabbed his arm and told him to calm down. He nearly dropped another plate.
"What do you mean?"
"A warlock! How do I describe it? Umm…you know how some muggles are called psychic?" he made an attempt.
"Muggle?"
"Non-magic people like your mother. They don't know about the wizarding world."
"Yeah?"
"Well, you're the equivalent of that…sort of…I can't describe it!" he yelled. Addison was frustrated at himself. He knew the creature dictionary was around somewhere…aha!
"What's that?"
"Here it is! Warlock: a witch or wizard who can manipulate magic without a wand or magic words. They use sheer will to control magic. That's you!" Addison exclaimed. They were silent a moment and Morgan let the idea sink in. This really was bizarre. And she couldn't wait to be taught all about it!
A/N: Crappy ending, yes, but I couldn't think of anything else to end with unless I decided to drone on and on forever and a day (I'm doing that right now, aren't I?)