Disclaimer- Sadly, I do not own the copyrights to Harry Potter or Hogwarts. Any mention of either, or other various characters from her books, belong solely to JK Rowling. However, the plot and Jesssica, as well as her relatives, Serenity, and Mr. Clarkson are of my own creation.
On Her Way
Besides being overly emotional, Jessica also had another fault, or quirk to her personality. She felt the need to defy whatever any person of authority tells her, especially her mother.
In the past years she'd become a master in sneaking out (only being caught a couple times,) and refusing to do mandatory assignments, or wear her school uniform. It was all topped by the practical jokes she pulled, although she still insisted she'd never purposely done any of them.
So, when her mother told her she would never let her go to Hogwarts, Jessica planned to do just that, and she knew just where to start.
Locking her door, Jessica pulled out the letter and once again began to examine it. She hadn't a clue where she would find the supplies she needed, but she supposed that the correspondence she was about to begin with the headmaster would answer these questions. She wouldn't allow the idea of not being allowed to attend the school enter her mind. She was adamant about getting in, and she wouldn't let anything stand in her way.
As she pulled out a few of her own sheets of paper and set her pen to it, she felt more excitement inside her than she ever had before. Just as she was about to write the words "Professor Dumbledore," the mirror above her desk fell to the floor and shattered into what seemed to be a thousand or so pieces. Jessica could only stare. The mirror had been bolted onto the wall. Wanting to avoid a confrontation with her mother about it she swept it all, including the silver frame, under her bed, where she'd grown use to hiding all her things.
She sat down her pen and stared at the now bare wall in front of her, her excitement momentarily forgotten.
That lasted for all of five seconds, and soon she was furiously scribbling a letter to the headmaster, explaining her situation and expressing her burning desire to attend the school. When she was done, she folded up the two full pages of writing and sealed them with a small blue sticker with her initials written upon it in gold from a stationary kit her mother had given her for her birthday earlier, that was now sitting beside her, relatively unused, as it would remain.
Later that night, telling her mother she was heading off to a friend's, She walked back to Mr. Clarkson's for the second time that day, happy to see that the lights were out. She inched forward slowly, her letter in her hand, soon grasping the doorknob with her other. As she had expected the door was unlocked and she turned the doorknob, careful not to make a sound and stepped onto the wooden floor. Serenity had been awake, being a nocturnal owl, and no matter how light Jessica's step was, she heard her enter and looked up immediately. Jessica scurried across the floor towards her, opening the cage quickly and holding the letter forward, not sure what to do.
Serenity obviously did, however, as she took the letter it the beak, cast a thankful look Jessica's way, and flew off out the open door. Although not nearly as quickly, or as gracefully as the owl, actually stumbling over a chair, but managing to stop it from falling, Jessica finally exited the small cabin and began her way home.
For the first time in nearly forty minutes Jessica could breathe freely. She had done it. Not surprisingly, she felt quite guilty now. Mr. Clarkson had talked repeatedly about "his beloved owl" for most of her visit earlier that day, but she had to put that past her now. She was doing this for her. This was what she needed, what she wanted.
She was on her way to Hogwarts.