I spent the rest of the day with Draco, he seemed like a cool guy. He
showed me around the area, we even went into the tiny village near the
chateau. It was small, but it was so picturesque. In the distance you
could see my chateau, and the ocean. There were some little cafés and a
bed and breakfast. The street was actually cobblestone. There were some
boutiques, I almost didn't go into them, because they were so expensive,
but then I remembered who my Mom was! They had incredible clothes. I
couldn't believe anyone who lived around here would wear them. The
employees were all older than my Mom, seriously, they were about 60! I
found some cute stuff, and I asked them to hold it for me. They agreed.
It was getting late, so Draco and I decided it was time to head home. He
walked me back to the chateau, said goodbye, and left.
I came in through the grand entryway, and went into the dining room. I finally noticed the strange décor. The walls had wood paneling up to my shoulders, and above the panels, the walls were painted a cream color. There were huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side of the room, with Crimson draperies, and there was a huge fireplace by the door that led into the kitchen, which just like the door in my bedroom, disappeared into the wall. There were paintings of past dukes and duchesses and their families on the walls. One in particular caught my eye. It was of a girl about my age. She had thick black hair, like I did, and huge green eyes. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought it was a portrait of me! She was dressed in a huge maroon gown, and was seated against a window, overlooking the ocean. Just as I was about to turn around, I sensed movement. Like the portrait blinked at me. I took a closer look; it seemed normal. So I turned and left.
I went into the kitchen where Yvonne (our head chef) was in a heated discussion with someone I didn't know. I stared at the old man in my kitchen talking to the chef. "Hello." He said warmly. "Hi" I said back, trying not to look as shocked as I felt. "You must be Olivia," he said, looking back at me. This was the craziest looking man I'd ever seen. He was bald, and had a long white beard. He was wearing brown robes, and snowy white shoes underneath them.
"Yeah" I smiled weakly, "Who are you?" trying to sound polite. He smiled. "I am Professor Dumbledor, from Hogwarts. You did see the letter, correct?" "Yeah..I saw it." I had to sit and talk with this Dumbledor guy for a long time. He asked me a bunch of questions about my friends, and where my old school was, what I did for fun, stuff like that. It seemed to take hours. The entire time I was wondering where my Mom was. He finally handed me some papers (parchment) and said goodbye. I brought the packet up to my room and flopped down on my bed.
Vials, potions, books, quills, "ingredients". This had to be a joke! I stayed in my room for the next few hours, planning out everything I'd need at this school. I had to get there by August 30 for an orientation. Dumbledor had given me a gold bracelet that he called a "porkey" or something like that. I dunno. I'm not supposed to put it on until I'm ready to go on August 30. I had about a month and a half to get all of this stuff together. I was thinking about waiting for my Mom to come home, but I had no idea how long that would take. So I decided I'd talk to her in the morning about the school. Besides, I was starting to get used to the time difference!
I came in through the grand entryway, and went into the dining room. I finally noticed the strange décor. The walls had wood paneling up to my shoulders, and above the panels, the walls were painted a cream color. There were huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side of the room, with Crimson draperies, and there was a huge fireplace by the door that led into the kitchen, which just like the door in my bedroom, disappeared into the wall. There were paintings of past dukes and duchesses and their families on the walls. One in particular caught my eye. It was of a girl about my age. She had thick black hair, like I did, and huge green eyes. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought it was a portrait of me! She was dressed in a huge maroon gown, and was seated against a window, overlooking the ocean. Just as I was about to turn around, I sensed movement. Like the portrait blinked at me. I took a closer look; it seemed normal. So I turned and left.
I went into the kitchen where Yvonne (our head chef) was in a heated discussion with someone I didn't know. I stared at the old man in my kitchen talking to the chef. "Hello." He said warmly. "Hi" I said back, trying not to look as shocked as I felt. "You must be Olivia," he said, looking back at me. This was the craziest looking man I'd ever seen. He was bald, and had a long white beard. He was wearing brown robes, and snowy white shoes underneath them.
"Yeah" I smiled weakly, "Who are you?" trying to sound polite. He smiled. "I am Professor Dumbledor, from Hogwarts. You did see the letter, correct?" "Yeah..I saw it." I had to sit and talk with this Dumbledor guy for a long time. He asked me a bunch of questions about my friends, and where my old school was, what I did for fun, stuff like that. It seemed to take hours. The entire time I was wondering where my Mom was. He finally handed me some papers (parchment) and said goodbye. I brought the packet up to my room and flopped down on my bed.
Vials, potions, books, quills, "ingredients". This had to be a joke! I stayed in my room for the next few hours, planning out everything I'd need at this school. I had to get there by August 30 for an orientation. Dumbledor had given me a gold bracelet that he called a "porkey" or something like that. I dunno. I'm not supposed to put it on until I'm ready to go on August 30. I had about a month and a half to get all of this stuff together. I was thinking about waiting for my Mom to come home, but I had no idea how long that would take. So I decided I'd talk to her in the morning about the school. Besides, I was starting to get used to the time difference!