Hi everyone! This is my first official chapter of fire eyes, I hope you
like it. Please check out my other stories too, I'll read yours if you
want. Just say so in the review. Happy reading! *^^*
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Amber read and reread the letter. The owl was still in the tree, hooting annoyingly, as if giving her a hint.
"What?!?" she said angrily, "That's the only paper in- oh, sorry." there was 1 other piece of parchment in the envelope.
Dear Mrs. A. Rebme,
We are well aware of your power. Because of this, you will be taking a special class substituting for: Charms, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You will not need to purchase anything, it will all be provided for you. Please just be on the Hogwarts express on Sep 1 at 11:00 AM sharp, no later by Platform 9 3/4. Enclosed is your ticket. Thank you.
Professor M. McGonagall Deputy headmistress (bla bla bla I cant remember the rest).
Amber stared, not knowing what to do; she decided to show her mother.
"Oh, my gosh! I can't believe it! Its true and I never did what she told me to do!" her mother was hysterical. She was now running around her room, looking for stuff. "It's got to be here somewhere, its got to be," She now was looking through her jewelry, "Aha! Got it!" She took a small black box and urged Amber into the living room.
"Uhhh, mom, what are you talking about?" Amber was very curios on why she was acting this way. "What's in the box? Jewelry?"
"Your grandmother, my mother, Rees, wanted me to give you this when you were 9." she said. Amber opened the box, inside was a gold chain necklace with a red, flame shaped charm. She stared at it, seeing the fire in it, like her eyes.
"Wow, I like this necklace! Thank you!" She said, unclipping the clasp and putting it on.
"Oh, yes, there's something else too." and as her mother went up to the attic ('boy, this is going to take a while.' Amber thought) Amber remembered her grandmother; she died right before her 8th birthday. She loved her like most grandmothers would love their granddaughters, but she loved her more than that, like she was something special. Of course, Amber never had amounted to anything. The only thing she really liked was fire, she didn't like having friends (unless she finds some who share interests with her, and after finding out her power, she didn't like them anymore), and thus, she has none. But she had great intuition, the only thing she was good at was telling the future, and that was just guessing (or so her mother says), Amber was a good guesser, that's all. 'So why does grandmother like me so much?' She thought, Rees had a special name for Amber too, she had always called her, Wakanda, 'what kind of a name is that?' Amber was broken out of her revere by her mother entering the room, slightly dusty.
"Here it is! I got it!" in her hands she was holding up a polished mahogany box. For something old, it looked quite new. "This also used to belong to your grandmother. She wanted me to give this to you on your 11th birthday. She said it would 'explain great truths', so here, I don't know how to open it, she said you would. Take it up to your room." her mother was talking fast, so she had a hard time understanding her but instead of asking her to go slower, Amber raced to her room.
She was too nervous to try to find out how to open it, so she just studied the box. It was made from dark mahogany, smoothly polished and on the top was an engraved flame shape and curvy lines as a border.
Her hand and eyes moved down to where a lock was supposed to be. But it was just another flame-shape engraving. Flame! Of course! Crazy, but its worth a shot! Amber grabbed her necklace and jammed the charm into the engraving. It fit! And it was moving! She turned the charm in a full circle and heard a click.
"Yes!" Amber said. She lifted up the hinged lid, and gasped as smoke filled half the room. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
Ya, I know its short (hey, its my first try at a cliff, humor me *^^*) so I decided to write a long authors note, please do read it.
First of all please review! I am begging you! Second of all, I am debating on Amber or Ember; I have 1 vote for amber and 1 for ember (boy, that's a lot!) Third of all, should this be a romance? Yes I think it should, I know with whom too, but I want your opinion. Fourth of all, I am not going to upload until I get ten reviews, review everyday if you want but that's what I am going to do at each attempt at a cliff. Fifth of all (why am I saying "of all? Ok.) Fifth, I would like to thank my very first reviewer (me...) because you saved me from being sued, sorry, I have a two second memory (That's worse than a goldfish you know [3seconds]) Sixth, flame all you want I don't care, it makes the story better! So make all the suggestion you want! Good or bad! Seventh, I hope you noticed that the disclaimer was the last chapter (thank you again me...) Eighth, if you like this story and put it on your favorite. Lists tell me in the review and I will read your stories. Ninth, review! I have the next chapter finished and typed! I'll put it up the second I get 10 reviews! Unless my computer breaks or something. Oh dear, did I just jinx myself? Uh oh... Tenth, review! Again.
Amber read and reread the letter. The owl was still in the tree, hooting annoyingly, as if giving her a hint.
"What?!?" she said angrily, "That's the only paper in- oh, sorry." there was 1 other piece of parchment in the envelope.
Dear Mrs. A. Rebme,
We are well aware of your power. Because of this, you will be taking a special class substituting for: Charms, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts. You will not need to purchase anything, it will all be provided for you. Please just be on the Hogwarts express on Sep 1 at 11:00 AM sharp, no later by Platform 9 3/4. Enclosed is your ticket. Thank you.
Professor M. McGonagall Deputy headmistress (bla bla bla I cant remember the rest).
Amber stared, not knowing what to do; she decided to show her mother.
"Oh, my gosh! I can't believe it! Its true and I never did what she told me to do!" her mother was hysterical. She was now running around her room, looking for stuff. "It's got to be here somewhere, its got to be," She now was looking through her jewelry, "Aha! Got it!" She took a small black box and urged Amber into the living room.
"Uhhh, mom, what are you talking about?" Amber was very curios on why she was acting this way. "What's in the box? Jewelry?"
"Your grandmother, my mother, Rees, wanted me to give you this when you were 9." she said. Amber opened the box, inside was a gold chain necklace with a red, flame shaped charm. She stared at it, seeing the fire in it, like her eyes.
"Wow, I like this necklace! Thank you!" She said, unclipping the clasp and putting it on.
"Oh, yes, there's something else too." and as her mother went up to the attic ('boy, this is going to take a while.' Amber thought) Amber remembered her grandmother; she died right before her 8th birthday. She loved her like most grandmothers would love their granddaughters, but she loved her more than that, like she was something special. Of course, Amber never had amounted to anything. The only thing she really liked was fire, she didn't like having friends (unless she finds some who share interests with her, and after finding out her power, she didn't like them anymore), and thus, she has none. But she had great intuition, the only thing she was good at was telling the future, and that was just guessing (or so her mother says), Amber was a good guesser, that's all. 'So why does grandmother like me so much?' She thought, Rees had a special name for Amber too, she had always called her, Wakanda, 'what kind of a name is that?' Amber was broken out of her revere by her mother entering the room, slightly dusty.
"Here it is! I got it!" in her hands she was holding up a polished mahogany box. For something old, it looked quite new. "This also used to belong to your grandmother. She wanted me to give this to you on your 11th birthday. She said it would 'explain great truths', so here, I don't know how to open it, she said you would. Take it up to your room." her mother was talking fast, so she had a hard time understanding her but instead of asking her to go slower, Amber raced to her room.
She was too nervous to try to find out how to open it, so she just studied the box. It was made from dark mahogany, smoothly polished and on the top was an engraved flame shape and curvy lines as a border.
Her hand and eyes moved down to where a lock was supposed to be. But it was just another flame-shape engraving. Flame! Of course! Crazy, but its worth a shot! Amber grabbed her necklace and jammed the charm into the engraving. It fit! And it was moving! She turned the charm in a full circle and heard a click.
"Yes!" Amber said. She lifted up the hinged lid, and gasped as smoke filled half the room. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
Ya, I know its short (hey, its my first try at a cliff, humor me *^^*) so I decided to write a long authors note, please do read it.
First of all please review! I am begging you! Second of all, I am debating on Amber or Ember; I have 1 vote for amber and 1 for ember (boy, that's a lot!) Third of all, should this be a romance? Yes I think it should, I know with whom too, but I want your opinion. Fourth of all, I am not going to upload until I get ten reviews, review everyday if you want but that's what I am going to do at each attempt at a cliff. Fifth of all (why am I saying "of all? Ok.) Fifth, I would like to thank my very first reviewer (me...) because you saved me from being sued, sorry, I have a two second memory (That's worse than a goldfish you know [3seconds]) Sixth, flame all you want I don't care, it makes the story better! So make all the suggestion you want! Good or bad! Seventh, I hope you noticed that the disclaimer was the last chapter (thank you again me...) Eighth, if you like this story and put it on your favorite. Lists tell me in the review and I will read your stories. Ninth, review! I have the next chapter finished and typed! I'll put it up the second I get 10 reviews! Unless my computer breaks or something. Oh dear, did I just jinx myself? Uh oh... Tenth, review! Again.