This chapter is what I'd like to call DRAMA. Remember, I don't own the
characters, though I'm sure if J.K. Rowling would like to sell them to me
at a price I can afford . . . they would be. Remember to review. I live for
your words.
The next day, I walked downstairs with a small bag of stuff I considered to be mine, and set it by the door. Then I hurried into the dining room, where my parents were already eating. I picked up a plate and put some food on it, not that I was hungry, but because I was required to. Actually, I hadn't eatten much of anything since the arrival of that letter.
When everyone (or at least my parents) had finished eating, I started cleaning up, while continually checking the clock.
5:50 and all the left-overs were put away
5:52 and I was furiously washing the dishes
5:57 and I was almost done (there weren't that many, and I was working fast)
5:59 and I had dried and put away the last dish.
Soon, there was a knock on the door, so I hurried to let the professor in (I knew it HAD to be her), and led her to where my parents were arguing in front of the TV in the living room.
"Mother, Father, this is Professor McGonagall. Professor, these are my parents, Christopher and Suzanne Johnson."
"Nice to meet you," said Professor McGonagall.
Silence
She continued, "As you may or may not know, Kathryn here has been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
My father finally spoke up, though it wasn't what I wanted to hear. "No, I didn't know, but it doesn't matter. She's not going."
My mother nodded, the only time I'd actually seen her agree with my father. I decided to plead my case. "But, Father-"
He cut me off. "I said NO!" And he cracked my across the face, harder than ever before. I staggered. I couldn't even see clearly! Someone with a cool hand took hold of my wrist and led me somewhere - outside, and then up some stairs. I was laid down in a bed, and I vaguly remember the sensation of moving, and a jumbled conversation, but I was soon asleep.
Just a friendly reminder to REVIEW. Thank you. We will now return you to your regularily scheduled program.
The next day, I walked downstairs with a small bag of stuff I considered to be mine, and set it by the door. Then I hurried into the dining room, where my parents were already eating. I picked up a plate and put some food on it, not that I was hungry, but because I was required to. Actually, I hadn't eatten much of anything since the arrival of that letter.
When everyone (or at least my parents) had finished eating, I started cleaning up, while continually checking the clock.
5:50 and all the left-overs were put away
5:52 and I was furiously washing the dishes
5:57 and I was almost done (there weren't that many, and I was working fast)
5:59 and I had dried and put away the last dish.
Soon, there was a knock on the door, so I hurried to let the professor in (I knew it HAD to be her), and led her to where my parents were arguing in front of the TV in the living room.
"Mother, Father, this is Professor McGonagall. Professor, these are my parents, Christopher and Suzanne Johnson."
"Nice to meet you," said Professor McGonagall.
Silence
She continued, "As you may or may not know, Kathryn here has been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
My father finally spoke up, though it wasn't what I wanted to hear. "No, I didn't know, but it doesn't matter. She's not going."
My mother nodded, the only time I'd actually seen her agree with my father. I decided to plead my case. "But, Father-"
He cut me off. "I said NO!" And he cracked my across the face, harder than ever before. I staggered. I couldn't even see clearly! Someone with a cool hand took hold of my wrist and led me somewhere - outside, and then up some stairs. I was laid down in a bed, and I vaguly remember the sensation of moving, and a jumbled conversation, but I was soon asleep.
Just a friendly reminder to REVIEW. Thank you. We will now return you to your regularily scheduled program.