"I have a feeling something special is going to happen today," I informed
Hazel. "Not the kind of special like Randy Nickerson dumping Prissy Missy."
I made a face. "They don't even really like each other."
"I feel like something will happen too," agreed Hazel. "Special as in influencing our life special."
"Special as in an affect our destiny special," I added.
"Special as in Lily-buys-me-candy-because-she's-nice special," Hazel supplied, gesturing towards the candy stall near them.
I grinned, and bought most of the candy in the stall (my family is quite rich, though I do have to dress up for so many formal dinner parties with dad's clients!). "Hey Hazel! Bet you can't do this!" I challenged. Pulling out of one of our huge bags, I carefully chose a Skittle. Expertly, with a flick of my hand, the Skittle flew through the air and into my mouth.
"Sure I can! And with two Skittles!" Hazel replied. She flicked her wrist, and two Skittles landed neatly into her mouth. I scowled. "Not with three Skittles!"
Our Skittle competition went on. It was fun, even if there was the slight chance of choking.
Unfortunately, we, of course, ran into Prissy Missy with Randy, his hand around her waist, along with her posse.
"Look! It's carrot head and her freaky friend!" she sneered. Her posse snickered.
"It's a great day, why aren't you playing with your friends? Oh wait, you don't have any friends!" Randy snickered. Prissy Missy and her posse sneered.
Randy slid up to Hazel. Missy scowled. Lily was close enough to hear him murmuring into Hazel's ear, "Of course, if you hung out with me and dumped Evans, you would be the most popular girl in school!"
Hazel looked confused for a split-second, and then she stood wide-eyed with horror. He was asking her to date him, and dump Lily!
"Not in this life, freak!" Hazel replied venomously, and slapped him across the cheek.
He rubbed his cheek and scurried back to Prissy Missy. The ditzy sluts crowded around him, and Prissy Missy shot Hazel a death glare. "You'll pay, Hazel Hyman!" (A/N: 'Hyman' is pronounced hi-man. 'Hi' as in 'Hi! What's up?')
I glared at Randy's retreating back. "What a prat! Asking you out! He doesn't even really know you! He only cares if you're pretty!"
Hazel was, you had to admit, very pretty. She had silky raven black curls down to her waist, and pretty hazel eyes (A/N: Hence her name. LOL).
Why she threw away popularity to be my friend, I may never know.
We walked back to Hazel's house, discussing how boys could walk around without brains.
Hazel's house was my home away from home. I knew every corner of it, and I knew Hazel's parents very well. They were very nice people who were my parent's best friends, you could say.
We immediately went to our tree house in the backyard. We built it ourselves, getting the lumber and nails from our fathers, and the cast away furniture from our mothers. We had a secret stash of candy, which we called 'The Lady Knight's Secret Candy Fund'. I had thought up the name myself.
When they were little kids, I had often read, with Hazel, fairy tales, but I had no interest in the lovely maiden who was imprisoned. I always focused on the knight who rescued the maiden. Why was the knight always a boy? So Hazel and me made up a secret club, 'The Sisterhood of the Lady Knights of the Round Table' and we often pretended our stuffed animals were captured sorceresses (NOT princess, that is just so cliché!) who had lost their powers, but received them back when we, the Lady Knights, rescued them.
As we opened our secret stash of candy, filling it up with our newly purchased junk food, two owls swooped in.
"Owls sleep at day! I wonder why they're here," I puzzled.
"Look! They have letters!" Hazel pointed to their beaks.
One owl dropped a letter in front of Hazel; the other dropped his letter towards me.
Cautiously, in case it was a prank, I opened my letter. It read:
'HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc,. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump,
International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Lily Jocelyn Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'
In shock, I glanced slowly at Hazel. She was wide-eyed.
"MUM!" she suddenly yelled, snapping out of her reverie. "I'M A WITCH!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~THANKS TO~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Shrimpy shorts: Yay! First person to review! Don't worry; I'll continue with my story!
Shree: THERE, KRISTIN! MY WRITING IS NOT BAD! Shree even said so! *smiles proudly to herself*
Bella Black: :~D :~P :~) :~
"I feel like something will happen too," agreed Hazel. "Special as in influencing our life special."
"Special as in an affect our destiny special," I added.
"Special as in Lily-buys-me-candy-because-she's-nice special," Hazel supplied, gesturing towards the candy stall near them.
I grinned, and bought most of the candy in the stall (my family is quite rich, though I do have to dress up for so many formal dinner parties with dad's clients!). "Hey Hazel! Bet you can't do this!" I challenged. Pulling out of one of our huge bags, I carefully chose a Skittle. Expertly, with a flick of my hand, the Skittle flew through the air and into my mouth.
"Sure I can! And with two Skittles!" Hazel replied. She flicked her wrist, and two Skittles landed neatly into her mouth. I scowled. "Not with three Skittles!"
Our Skittle competition went on. It was fun, even if there was the slight chance of choking.
Unfortunately, we, of course, ran into Prissy Missy with Randy, his hand around her waist, along with her posse.
"Look! It's carrot head and her freaky friend!" she sneered. Her posse snickered.
"It's a great day, why aren't you playing with your friends? Oh wait, you don't have any friends!" Randy snickered. Prissy Missy and her posse sneered.
Randy slid up to Hazel. Missy scowled. Lily was close enough to hear him murmuring into Hazel's ear, "Of course, if you hung out with me and dumped Evans, you would be the most popular girl in school!"
Hazel looked confused for a split-second, and then she stood wide-eyed with horror. He was asking her to date him, and dump Lily!
"Not in this life, freak!" Hazel replied venomously, and slapped him across the cheek.
He rubbed his cheek and scurried back to Prissy Missy. The ditzy sluts crowded around him, and Prissy Missy shot Hazel a death glare. "You'll pay, Hazel Hyman!" (A/N: 'Hyman' is pronounced hi-man. 'Hi' as in 'Hi! What's up?')
I glared at Randy's retreating back. "What a prat! Asking you out! He doesn't even really know you! He only cares if you're pretty!"
Hazel was, you had to admit, very pretty. She had silky raven black curls down to her waist, and pretty hazel eyes (A/N: Hence her name. LOL).
Why she threw away popularity to be my friend, I may never know.
We walked back to Hazel's house, discussing how boys could walk around without brains.
Hazel's house was my home away from home. I knew every corner of it, and I knew Hazel's parents very well. They were very nice people who were my parent's best friends, you could say.
We immediately went to our tree house in the backyard. We built it ourselves, getting the lumber and nails from our fathers, and the cast away furniture from our mothers. We had a secret stash of candy, which we called 'The Lady Knight's Secret Candy Fund'. I had thought up the name myself.
When they were little kids, I had often read, with Hazel, fairy tales, but I had no interest in the lovely maiden who was imprisoned. I always focused on the knight who rescued the maiden. Why was the knight always a boy? So Hazel and me made up a secret club, 'The Sisterhood of the Lady Knights of the Round Table' and we often pretended our stuffed animals were captured sorceresses (NOT princess, that is just so cliché!) who had lost their powers, but received them back when we, the Lady Knights, rescued them.
As we opened our secret stash of candy, filling it up with our newly purchased junk food, two owls swooped in.
"Owls sleep at day! I wonder why they're here," I puzzled.
"Look! They have letters!" Hazel pointed to their beaks.
One owl dropped a letter in front of Hazel; the other dropped his letter towards me.
Cautiously, in case it was a prank, I opened my letter. It read:
'HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc,. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump,
International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Lily Jocelyn Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'
In shock, I glanced slowly at Hazel. She was wide-eyed.
"MUM!" she suddenly yelled, snapping out of her reverie. "I'M A WITCH!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~THANKS TO~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Shrimpy shorts: Yay! First person to review! Don't worry; I'll continue with my story!
Shree: THERE, KRISTIN! MY WRITING IS NOT BAD! Shree even said so! *smiles proudly to herself*
Bella Black: :~D :~P :~) :~