Chapter 1
There was a soft rapping, and a heavenly voice called, "Gilraen, wake up, we've go to go to Diagon Alley." A sleepy voice called back, "I'm awake mom." The voice came closer, "Well then, get up!"
Gilraen rolled out of bed and hit the floor. The impact was what finally woke her up. She stood up and glided over to the bathroom. The steam from the bath smelled pleasantly like lavender. Gilraen got out felling wonderfully refreshed. She combed out her long, strawberry brown hair. A soda bottle was set on the counter; she picked it up and poured a small amount of blue liquid into her hands, then rubbed it all over her face. It was completely covered in her usual make-up.
Back in her room, she looked in her full length mirror. She was wearing a pink halter top and hip huggers that flared out at the bottom. Her hair was done up in a bun on the top of her head. She held out her hand, and a small vile appeared. A puff of blue smoke came from the tip when she squirted it. The vile disappeared as quick as it came.
Gilraen and her mother, Merenwen, walked down the streets of London. They came upon a small pub called the Leaky Cauldron. Gilraen muttered underneath her breath, "British magic. Out in open where anyone could go in" But it seemed to her that no one else could even see the pub. She looked suspiciously around her to make sure no one saw her go in. It was safe.
Once inside the pub, they sat down in a booth in the back. "'Ello, I'm Tally. 'Ave you decided what you're going to order?" asked a young looking, British witch. "Yes," Merenwen replied. "I'll have the toastie on a muffin. Gilraen?" "Umm," she thought aloud, "I think I'll have a burger." "Would you like tamato sauce with that?" Tally asked. At this reply, Gilraen looked at her mother sharply. "Ketchup," Merenwen told her daughter without speaking. Gilraen nodded to the Tally. "An' to drink?" "Two butterbeers please," smiled Merenwen. And with that, Tally walked behind the bar. She returned with their lunches and asked, "Will there be anything else, dears?" "Yes," started Merenwen. "We'll have two rooms." "Would you like them connected?" "Yes please."
The rest of lunch was spent discussing Gilraen's new school, Hogwarts. Their opinions were very different. And their way to settle it was very loud. "Mom! Why can't I just go to my old school?" "You can't go to school in Canada while I'm teaching in Britain!" "I've done it before!" "You lived with your father before," she said trying to be quieter. Gilraen's father was unspoken of for reasons which will not yet be revealed. "It wouldn't matter. I'd live at the school anyway." "Keep your voice down! You're making a scene," Merenwen thought to her daughter. "Don't tell me what to do, and stay out of my head." "Go to your room!"
Gilraen sat down, folded her arms, and teleported to her room in Canada, not her motel room. Merenwen sat and ate the rest of her lunch by herself acting as if nothing had happened. What she didn't know, was that Gilraen was back in Napanee eating a peanut butter & honey sandwich with bananas.
It was right after lunch when Gilraen received the letter. Merenwen had sent of course. However, it had not been sent by owl. The letter simply appeared in Gilraen's purse. If you call it a purse. Just about anything can be stored in her bag. It's all organized and weightless. An elementary spell shrinks the item and there are about a million pockets in it. The note clearly stated that Gilraen had better get her butt back to the Leaky Cauldron or Merenwen would have something to say about it. As much as she wanted to stay in Canada, Gilraen knew it best not to cross her mother.
She teleported into the pub only to find her mother talking to a rather dark figure. Merenwen had a pleasant smile spread across her face. Gilraen walked over to her mother and the stranger. "Mother," she thought, "who is this? And why are you talking to him?" Gilraen had always had a problem with her mother and other men after what had happened to her father. "Sweetie!" Merenwen exclaimed. She jumped up and introduced the strange man. "Gilraen, this is Severus Snape. And Severus, this is my daughter, Gilraen." She turned back to Gilraen, "Severus is the Potions Master at your new school." "I don't like him!" Gilraen thought. "You don't know him! Give him a chance," Merenwen thought back in a harsh tone. "No." Gilraen said aloud without second thought. She walked off. When she was clearly out of earshot she left a mental note in her professor's mind, "Stay away from my mother." Snape looked around quite shocked to see where the voice was coming from. (Mind you, he had no idea that Gilraen or Merenwen could communicate telepathically.)
Back up in her hotel room, Gilraen listened to her music on her GP (Gem Player.) It was a little box that had an empty centerpiece inside. She would transfer music off of a muggle Compact Disk, a dandy little disk using "technology", onto a different type of gem labeled with each recording. When the gem was fitted into the centerpiece and the lid closed, music would sound through holes in the box. Gilraen had created this device herself and was quite proud of it. At the moment she was listening to her favorite Canadian singer, a girl she grew up with, Avril Lavigne. She took out some books that she'd gotten from her library. They were all about Hogwarts. By the end of the night, she knew more about Hogwarts than a. than a. Well, she knew a lot.
There was a soft rapping, and a heavenly voice called, "Gilraen, wake up, we've go to go to Diagon Alley." A sleepy voice called back, "I'm awake mom." The voice came closer, "Well then, get up!"
Gilraen rolled out of bed and hit the floor. The impact was what finally woke her up. She stood up and glided over to the bathroom. The steam from the bath smelled pleasantly like lavender. Gilraen got out felling wonderfully refreshed. She combed out her long, strawberry brown hair. A soda bottle was set on the counter; she picked it up and poured a small amount of blue liquid into her hands, then rubbed it all over her face. It was completely covered in her usual make-up.
Back in her room, she looked in her full length mirror. She was wearing a pink halter top and hip huggers that flared out at the bottom. Her hair was done up in a bun on the top of her head. She held out her hand, and a small vile appeared. A puff of blue smoke came from the tip when she squirted it. The vile disappeared as quick as it came.
Gilraen and her mother, Merenwen, walked down the streets of London. They came upon a small pub called the Leaky Cauldron. Gilraen muttered underneath her breath, "British magic. Out in open where anyone could go in" But it seemed to her that no one else could even see the pub. She looked suspiciously around her to make sure no one saw her go in. It was safe.
Once inside the pub, they sat down in a booth in the back. "'Ello, I'm Tally. 'Ave you decided what you're going to order?" asked a young looking, British witch. "Yes," Merenwen replied. "I'll have the toastie on a muffin. Gilraen?" "Umm," she thought aloud, "I think I'll have a burger." "Would you like tamato sauce with that?" Tally asked. At this reply, Gilraen looked at her mother sharply. "Ketchup," Merenwen told her daughter without speaking. Gilraen nodded to the Tally. "An' to drink?" "Two butterbeers please," smiled Merenwen. And with that, Tally walked behind the bar. She returned with their lunches and asked, "Will there be anything else, dears?" "Yes," started Merenwen. "We'll have two rooms." "Would you like them connected?" "Yes please."
The rest of lunch was spent discussing Gilraen's new school, Hogwarts. Their opinions were very different. And their way to settle it was very loud. "Mom! Why can't I just go to my old school?" "You can't go to school in Canada while I'm teaching in Britain!" "I've done it before!" "You lived with your father before," she said trying to be quieter. Gilraen's father was unspoken of for reasons which will not yet be revealed. "It wouldn't matter. I'd live at the school anyway." "Keep your voice down! You're making a scene," Merenwen thought to her daughter. "Don't tell me what to do, and stay out of my head." "Go to your room!"
Gilraen sat down, folded her arms, and teleported to her room in Canada, not her motel room. Merenwen sat and ate the rest of her lunch by herself acting as if nothing had happened. What she didn't know, was that Gilraen was back in Napanee eating a peanut butter & honey sandwich with bananas.
It was right after lunch when Gilraen received the letter. Merenwen had sent of course. However, it had not been sent by owl. The letter simply appeared in Gilraen's purse. If you call it a purse. Just about anything can be stored in her bag. It's all organized and weightless. An elementary spell shrinks the item and there are about a million pockets in it. The note clearly stated that Gilraen had better get her butt back to the Leaky Cauldron or Merenwen would have something to say about it. As much as she wanted to stay in Canada, Gilraen knew it best not to cross her mother.
She teleported into the pub only to find her mother talking to a rather dark figure. Merenwen had a pleasant smile spread across her face. Gilraen walked over to her mother and the stranger. "Mother," she thought, "who is this? And why are you talking to him?" Gilraen had always had a problem with her mother and other men after what had happened to her father. "Sweetie!" Merenwen exclaimed. She jumped up and introduced the strange man. "Gilraen, this is Severus Snape. And Severus, this is my daughter, Gilraen." She turned back to Gilraen, "Severus is the Potions Master at your new school." "I don't like him!" Gilraen thought. "You don't know him! Give him a chance," Merenwen thought back in a harsh tone. "No." Gilraen said aloud without second thought. She walked off. When she was clearly out of earshot she left a mental note in her professor's mind, "Stay away from my mother." Snape looked around quite shocked to see where the voice was coming from. (Mind you, he had no idea that Gilraen or Merenwen could communicate telepathically.)
Back up in her hotel room, Gilraen listened to her music on her GP (Gem Player.) It was a little box that had an empty centerpiece inside. She would transfer music off of a muggle Compact Disk, a dandy little disk using "technology", onto a different type of gem labeled with each recording. When the gem was fitted into the centerpiece and the lid closed, music would sound through holes in the box. Gilraen had created this device herself and was quite proud of it. At the moment she was listening to her favorite Canadian singer, a girl she grew up with, Avril Lavigne. She took out some books that she'd gotten from her library. They were all about Hogwarts. By the end of the night, she knew more about Hogwarts than a. than a. Well, she knew a lot.