**Mure's Notice Type Thing/Disclaimer** The only thing I own in this fic is
myself, as I am roleplaying myself. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling,
who has finally written a book that I will enjoy until the end of my life.
Thank you, Mrs. Rowling.
"Okay, bye," I hung up the phone and walked wearily to my bedroom. Opening the door and closing it with a snap, I turned on my Nintendo and played Zelda until 1:34am. I finally realized that I couldn't make it past Milk Road until I had a goodnight's sleep, so I retired to bed. Ironically, I was rudely awaken by a crash in the kitchen. Mummbling, I dragged myself out of bed with difficulity and went to the door. Before my hand touched the knob, there was another noise, this time it was the shattering of glass. Fully awake now, I snatched up a teddy bear that was laying by the heater and, noiselessly, crept out of the bedroom and into the living room.
I peeked into the kitchen and started with rounded eyes.
There stood Professor Dumbledore himself, stooping over to pick up half a bag of lemon drops that was scattered all over the floor. I rubbed my eyes several times, and almost banged my head against the wall. I edged out a bit and could catch a glimpse of a thick, yellow envelope clutched in his right fist. It looked farmiliar, and I wanted to see if there was any green ink on it, but he soon dissappeared into the curtain-cast shadows of the sunroom.
I quietly dashed into the kitchen and clamped my hands on the edge of the sunroom door, then stuck out my head far enough to catch what he was doing. I saw him look around and dissappear into the bedroom that was headed off by the sunroom. He emerged a few seconds later, shaking his head. For a wizard of his ability, I thought he might have noticed me sneaking around, let alone the sit of bedrooms and bathrooms that lined the hallway that connected the den. I met the eyes of a glitter of green ink on the envelope and as he moved around in the light (that distraced me while watching his half-moon specticals glint along with his long white hair and beard) I read carefully. My heart almost skipped a beat.
It read:
Miss Mikica Davis
Some bedroom that Professor Dumbledore must be too dumb to locate right now
The Hall that Albus doesn't notice
Melvin, AL
I knew what that meant, as my insides raced in quiet celebration. I must've been accepeted into Hogwarts! But I was so absorbed into what was going on, I didn't have enough time to notice Professor Dumbledore towering above me, his light, aqua-like blue eyes looking down on me. I was in-gulfed in his shadow, and stammered out a shaky greeting before moving backward, eyes still on him, enough to let him through. I stood up, holding the momentairly forgotten teddy bear against my chest and stayed still. We both started at each other for a long time, me, not feeling the slightest bit embrassed that my future Headmaster was meeting me in my monkey pajamas. I finally spoke, even though I thought it was a bit rude and should have let the Headmaster have the first word.
"Pr--professor Dumbledore," I said, bowing slightly.
"Miss Davis," he smiled, his eyes emmitting the usual twinkle.
I was shocked at being addressed as "Miss" but I remembred what I read in the Harry Potter books and regained my usual calm expression.
"Well, let's get down to bussiness, shall we?" With a flick of his wand, he pulled up a table and two chairs. Settling comfortably in one, leaving me sliding nervously into another, he folded his hands on the table and spoke with a voice one had that could make a brick wall listen.
"You are eleven, am I correct?" He asked.
"Yes .. yes Sir," I replied, nodding my head.
"Let me see .. your birthday is on the ninth of September.. and the term begins on September the first, am I correct still?"
"Yes sir."
He was silent, running one long finger across the green ink. I suddenly spoke something that was bugging the back of my mind.
"Is there a particular reason that you delivered this letter personaly?" I showed no sign of shock, which was a surprise to myself. I was relived to see that Professor Dumbledore smiling.
"We all have our reasons for certain things," he replied cooly.
"I must be the only person in the world that doesn't understand that."
"Surprisingly, I don't understand it ether, Mikica."
I rasied an eyebrow at him and he continued.
"Well, we couldn't wait for you to be accepeted, so we made an exception." He slid the letter across the table toward my dircetion. I gently laid down the bear and, holding the letter in between my hands with a wonderous feeling, opened it carefully.
Dear Miss Davis,
You have been accepeted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Even though I knew the letter by heart, I couldn't help but read it because my name was printed at the beginning. I hugged it close and looked at my supply list. Then, a sick feeling washed over me and I just realized something. Why did Professor Dumbledore visit the United States? I couldn't make it to London! What if my grandparents dissapproved? What would happen then....?
Those questions encircled my brain and imprinted themseleves instantly onto it. I pushed back the letter to him and shook my head in one motion.
"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, but.."
"It's all been arranged."
I blinked.
"Really? Oh gee..my grandparents already knew?...my friends too?" I asked curiously. He nodded.
"You leave tommorow morning at dawn," he said, standing. There were still a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but I let them go until next time.
"Headmaster?"
"Hmm?"
"Who will help me go shopping for the things I need?"
"I will."
I stared. He must've been expecting that because he grinned at me.
"Headmaster, how could you possibly take time from your life to come down and visit this one student?"
"It's a special reason for a certasin situation," he said. Before I opened my mouth again, he was gone.
I gapped, and was left alone there in the eerie morning darkness.
"Okay, bye," I hung up the phone and walked wearily to my bedroom. Opening the door and closing it with a snap, I turned on my Nintendo and played Zelda until 1:34am. I finally realized that I couldn't make it past Milk Road until I had a goodnight's sleep, so I retired to bed. Ironically, I was rudely awaken by a crash in the kitchen. Mummbling, I dragged myself out of bed with difficulity and went to the door. Before my hand touched the knob, there was another noise, this time it was the shattering of glass. Fully awake now, I snatched up a teddy bear that was laying by the heater and, noiselessly, crept out of the bedroom and into the living room.
I peeked into the kitchen and started with rounded eyes.
There stood Professor Dumbledore himself, stooping over to pick up half a bag of lemon drops that was scattered all over the floor. I rubbed my eyes several times, and almost banged my head against the wall. I edged out a bit and could catch a glimpse of a thick, yellow envelope clutched in his right fist. It looked farmiliar, and I wanted to see if there was any green ink on it, but he soon dissappeared into the curtain-cast shadows of the sunroom.
I quietly dashed into the kitchen and clamped my hands on the edge of the sunroom door, then stuck out my head far enough to catch what he was doing. I saw him look around and dissappear into the bedroom that was headed off by the sunroom. He emerged a few seconds later, shaking his head. For a wizard of his ability, I thought he might have noticed me sneaking around, let alone the sit of bedrooms and bathrooms that lined the hallway that connected the den. I met the eyes of a glitter of green ink on the envelope and as he moved around in the light (that distraced me while watching his half-moon specticals glint along with his long white hair and beard) I read carefully. My heart almost skipped a beat.
It read:
Miss Mikica Davis
Some bedroom that Professor Dumbledore must be too dumb to locate right now
The Hall that Albus doesn't notice
Melvin, AL
I knew what that meant, as my insides raced in quiet celebration. I must've been accepeted into Hogwarts! But I was so absorbed into what was going on, I didn't have enough time to notice Professor Dumbledore towering above me, his light, aqua-like blue eyes looking down on me. I was in-gulfed in his shadow, and stammered out a shaky greeting before moving backward, eyes still on him, enough to let him through. I stood up, holding the momentairly forgotten teddy bear against my chest and stayed still. We both started at each other for a long time, me, not feeling the slightest bit embrassed that my future Headmaster was meeting me in my monkey pajamas. I finally spoke, even though I thought it was a bit rude and should have let the Headmaster have the first word.
"Pr--professor Dumbledore," I said, bowing slightly.
"Miss Davis," he smiled, his eyes emmitting the usual twinkle.
I was shocked at being addressed as "Miss" but I remembred what I read in the Harry Potter books and regained my usual calm expression.
"Well, let's get down to bussiness, shall we?" With a flick of his wand, he pulled up a table and two chairs. Settling comfortably in one, leaving me sliding nervously into another, he folded his hands on the table and spoke with a voice one had that could make a brick wall listen.
"You are eleven, am I correct?" He asked.
"Yes .. yes Sir," I replied, nodding my head.
"Let me see .. your birthday is on the ninth of September.. and the term begins on September the first, am I correct still?"
"Yes sir."
He was silent, running one long finger across the green ink. I suddenly spoke something that was bugging the back of my mind.
"Is there a particular reason that you delivered this letter personaly?" I showed no sign of shock, which was a surprise to myself. I was relived to see that Professor Dumbledore smiling.
"We all have our reasons for certain things," he replied cooly.
"I must be the only person in the world that doesn't understand that."
"Surprisingly, I don't understand it ether, Mikica."
I rasied an eyebrow at him and he continued.
"Well, we couldn't wait for you to be accepeted, so we made an exception." He slid the letter across the table toward my dircetion. I gently laid down the bear and, holding the letter in between my hands with a wonderous feeling, opened it carefully.
Dear Miss Davis,
You have been accepeted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Even though I knew the letter by heart, I couldn't help but read it because my name was printed at the beginning. I hugged it close and looked at my supply list. Then, a sick feeling washed over me and I just realized something. Why did Professor Dumbledore visit the United States? I couldn't make it to London! What if my grandparents dissapproved? What would happen then....?
Those questions encircled my brain and imprinted themseleves instantly onto it. I pushed back the letter to him and shook my head in one motion.
"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, but.."
"It's all been arranged."
I blinked.
"Really? Oh gee..my grandparents already knew?...my friends too?" I asked curiously. He nodded.
"You leave tommorow morning at dawn," he said, standing. There were still a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but I let them go until next time.
"Headmaster?"
"Hmm?"
"Who will help me go shopping for the things I need?"
"I will."
I stared. He must've been expecting that because he grinned at me.
"Headmaster, how could you possibly take time from your life to come down and visit this one student?"
"It's a special reason for a certasin situation," he said. Before I opened my mouth again, he was gone.
I gapped, and was left alone there in the eerie morning darkness.
