Chapter 2
Those words did not just come out of my mouth, I thought. "Leah, tell me those people right there, standing in front of us, are Harry and Ginny. Tell me we are really standing in front of witches and wizards!" I was about to say more when a thought occurred to me. If Mom knew these people and had gone to school with them, then.
"Leah, our mom is a witch!!" Our mother, Denise Edwards, was a broom flying, wand waving, spell casting witch! This is so cool, I said to myself, so cool. My brain went into automatic puzzle mode. I was trying to figure out why Mom would hide the fact that she was a witch and ignore the persistent taping on my shoulder at the same time. It didn't work.
"What is it?" I snapped at my sister, "Cant you see-"
"Lyddi," Leah interrupted, "if our mom is a witch, what are we?"
~*~
Backstage in the prop room, a letter addressed to Leah was being stored away with all of the rest of the props from the show, never to be seen again. At that moment, not so far away, two owls were being made ready for a journey.
~*~
What are we? Leah's words repeated again and again in my mind. What are we? The thought hadn't even occurred to me. We might be witches. Wow. I didn't know how to respond. Leah and Peter, however, did. The started in at once, firing question after question at Mom, Ginny, and Harry.
"Are you really a wizard?
How is life as a witch?
Is Dumbledore really that hairy?
Was your house that small?
Are you and Draco still enemies?
Did you really think that our play was that good?
Is it fun?
How is butterbeer made?
Do you -" Leah was abruptly cut off by all three adults yelling,
"ENOUGH!" She and Peter had been shooting off questions so fast there was hardly any time to think of an answer to the first one they asked. "Now," Ginny Weasley/ J.K. Rowling said, "lets drop this subject for awhile." Turning to Denise she asked, " Why don't you and the girls, and of course Adam and Peter here, come by our house tomorrow for supper? That is your day off, right?" At Leah's nod she gave the house number to Denise. "We shall expect you around 7, okay?" With hugs all around, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter exited the building, leaving my sister and I with a thousand questions to ask our mom.
We turned to her to ask her one simple question, "Why?"
"Don't ask now. Please?"
How could we not? I wanted to ask. How can we find out that our mom is a witch, we might be, and that our favorite novel series was real, and not ask questions?
Unfortunately, we found out how. Mom hid in her room until 6:45 pm, 15 minutes before we had to be at the Potter's. When she finally emerged from her shelter, she came face to face with Leah and me. Both of us were impatient to go and each had thousands of questions ready to leap off our lips.
"Mom wh-"
"Not now! Please?" Not now, I thought, When will we be able to ask then, if not now? Leah, as usual, seemed to be able to read my mind, because in the next second after I thought the question she asked it,
"When? When can we talk? You always seem to say 'Not now, later.' When can we talk!?" I could tell she was getting frustrated, because she never ever raised her to anyone. Well, anyone besides me.
"Not now. Later, dinner maybe." End of subject. Case closed. Her mouth was sealed tighter than water-proof windows.
"Can we go then? I don't to make a bad impression," Leah never ever wants to make a bad impression. I guess she is too much the actor in this way.
"Yeah, let's go. I don't to be late either. Ginny hates it when people are late. Unlike you, I have seen her when you are on her bad side, she doesn't let you forget it either."
It took us 10 minutes to get to the Potter's 2 story house in london. It was a really sweet looking, with a wrap-around porch and ivy growing up the walls to the windows on an old wooden trellis. There was a huge tree in the front yard that looked great for climbing. Leah and I glanced at eachother, and I knew she thought the place was perfect. The traditional English garden was full of beautiful flowers, and with the setting sun shining through it, it looked almost magical. It probably was, I thought, concidering just whose garden it was.
We knocked on the door, and inside we heard a dog barking and someone thundering down the stairs yelling,
"Hold on, I'll be right there! Harry, hurry! They are here!" There was a little pause and then, "Honey, your hair will never lie flat, so give it up and come on!" Leah and I looked at eachother and grinned. A second later the door flew open, and there was Ginny Potter, looking slightly ruffled. Ushering us inside she said,
"Sorry it took so long to get to the door. Harry and Jacob will be down in a minute." At our puzzeled looks she realized that she had never mentioned a "Jacob" before. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I have a son. He is about your age," she said looking at Leah and me, "His name is Jacob."
She led us down a hallway filled with pictures of her, Harry, and Jacob. Leah looked at one of the pictures of him in PJ's playing a guitar.
"I wanna meet him! He looks cute!" She whispered to me. I was going to respond, but I had just walked into the most, homey, confortable feeling room I have ever been in. There were several woven rugs in a semi circle around a fireplace that had a warm fire going in it. The oak wood floor was worn, but didn't creek as we walked to the furnature by the fire.
"Have a seat anywhere! There is pleanty of room!" Ginny said as she parked it on a love seat to the left of the fire. Leah and I claimed the the sofa facing the fire, while Mom grabbed the big chair to the right of it. Harry walked in just as she sat down and walked immediately to the open seat next to his wife.
"So, how are you guys doing tonight?" He asked just as Jacob walked in. Nobody noticed his arrival except me, so I elbowed my dear, oblivious, sister and whispered to her,
"Hey sis, look who just arrived." Leah looked at Jacob out of the corner of her eye, back at me, grinned, and whispered back,
"Kill me now, and I will die a very happy girl."
Those words did not just come out of my mouth, I thought. "Leah, tell me those people right there, standing in front of us, are Harry and Ginny. Tell me we are really standing in front of witches and wizards!" I was about to say more when a thought occurred to me. If Mom knew these people and had gone to school with them, then.
"Leah, our mom is a witch!!" Our mother, Denise Edwards, was a broom flying, wand waving, spell casting witch! This is so cool, I said to myself, so cool. My brain went into automatic puzzle mode. I was trying to figure out why Mom would hide the fact that she was a witch and ignore the persistent taping on my shoulder at the same time. It didn't work.
"What is it?" I snapped at my sister, "Cant you see-"
"Lyddi," Leah interrupted, "if our mom is a witch, what are we?"
~*~
Backstage in the prop room, a letter addressed to Leah was being stored away with all of the rest of the props from the show, never to be seen again. At that moment, not so far away, two owls were being made ready for a journey.
~*~
What are we? Leah's words repeated again and again in my mind. What are we? The thought hadn't even occurred to me. We might be witches. Wow. I didn't know how to respond. Leah and Peter, however, did. The started in at once, firing question after question at Mom, Ginny, and Harry.
"Are you really a wizard?
How is life as a witch?
Is Dumbledore really that hairy?
Was your house that small?
Are you and Draco still enemies?
Did you really think that our play was that good?
Is it fun?
How is butterbeer made?
Do you -" Leah was abruptly cut off by all three adults yelling,
"ENOUGH!" She and Peter had been shooting off questions so fast there was hardly any time to think of an answer to the first one they asked. "Now," Ginny Weasley/ J.K. Rowling said, "lets drop this subject for awhile." Turning to Denise she asked, " Why don't you and the girls, and of course Adam and Peter here, come by our house tomorrow for supper? That is your day off, right?" At Leah's nod she gave the house number to Denise. "We shall expect you around 7, okay?" With hugs all around, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter exited the building, leaving my sister and I with a thousand questions to ask our mom.
We turned to her to ask her one simple question, "Why?"
"Don't ask now. Please?"
How could we not? I wanted to ask. How can we find out that our mom is a witch, we might be, and that our favorite novel series was real, and not ask questions?
Unfortunately, we found out how. Mom hid in her room until 6:45 pm, 15 minutes before we had to be at the Potter's. When she finally emerged from her shelter, she came face to face with Leah and me. Both of us were impatient to go and each had thousands of questions ready to leap off our lips.
"Mom wh-"
"Not now! Please?" Not now, I thought, When will we be able to ask then, if not now? Leah, as usual, seemed to be able to read my mind, because in the next second after I thought the question she asked it,
"When? When can we talk? You always seem to say 'Not now, later.' When can we talk!?" I could tell she was getting frustrated, because she never ever raised her to anyone. Well, anyone besides me.
"Not now. Later, dinner maybe." End of subject. Case closed. Her mouth was sealed tighter than water-proof windows.
"Can we go then? I don't to make a bad impression," Leah never ever wants to make a bad impression. I guess she is too much the actor in this way.
"Yeah, let's go. I don't to be late either. Ginny hates it when people are late. Unlike you, I have seen her when you are on her bad side, she doesn't let you forget it either."
It took us 10 minutes to get to the Potter's 2 story house in london. It was a really sweet looking, with a wrap-around porch and ivy growing up the walls to the windows on an old wooden trellis. There was a huge tree in the front yard that looked great for climbing. Leah and I glanced at eachother, and I knew she thought the place was perfect. The traditional English garden was full of beautiful flowers, and with the setting sun shining through it, it looked almost magical. It probably was, I thought, concidering just whose garden it was.
We knocked on the door, and inside we heard a dog barking and someone thundering down the stairs yelling,
"Hold on, I'll be right there! Harry, hurry! They are here!" There was a little pause and then, "Honey, your hair will never lie flat, so give it up and come on!" Leah and I looked at eachother and grinned. A second later the door flew open, and there was Ginny Potter, looking slightly ruffled. Ushering us inside she said,
"Sorry it took so long to get to the door. Harry and Jacob will be down in a minute." At our puzzeled looks she realized that she had never mentioned a "Jacob" before. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I have a son. He is about your age," she said looking at Leah and me, "His name is Jacob."
She led us down a hallway filled with pictures of her, Harry, and Jacob. Leah looked at one of the pictures of him in PJ's playing a guitar.
"I wanna meet him! He looks cute!" She whispered to me. I was going to respond, but I had just walked into the most, homey, confortable feeling room I have ever been in. There were several woven rugs in a semi circle around a fireplace that had a warm fire going in it. The oak wood floor was worn, but didn't creek as we walked to the furnature by the fire.
"Have a seat anywhere! There is pleanty of room!" Ginny said as she parked it on a love seat to the left of the fire. Leah and I claimed the the sofa facing the fire, while Mom grabbed the big chair to the right of it. Harry walked in just as she sat down and walked immediately to the open seat next to his wife.
"So, how are you guys doing tonight?" He asked just as Jacob walked in. Nobody noticed his arrival except me, so I elbowed my dear, oblivious, sister and whispered to her,
"Hey sis, look who just arrived." Leah looked at Jacob out of the corner of her eye, back at me, grinned, and whispered back,
"Kill me now, and I will die a very happy girl."