Chapter two: Dinner
"Come along now, Maria, we don't want to be late" rang the voice of the headmistress. It was 6:15 and dinner was at 6:30.
Maria was standing in her room that she shared with 4 other girls. She was in her new dress that she and the headmistress had picked out earlier that day. Presently, the other girls that shared her room were doing her hair.
Maria had told them that in a month or so she was going to leave them and go to a school in England. (They hadn't been told about the letter because the headmistress didn't want anyone nagging Maria about it. It had to be her decision.) And she also told them that she was going to dinner that night with the headmistress. They right away began suggesting colors of dresses, styles of hair, colors of nails, and everything else imaginable. The Headmistress had gone shopping with her earlier and on the way, the two of them talked about the future of Maria.
"You will be able to come back in the summer if you wish, although you can stay in the wizarding world if you would like. You will start in your fifth year with the other classmates that are your age, but will, for the first semester be taking classes that are not the same as your classmates, to catch up with them. The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore would like you to come a month before the school year starts so that you can start your training. That means that you will leave on Monday."
"Monday! I didn't know that I would have to leave so soon! I don't know that I'll be ready to go by then!"
"Maria, it was your choice to go to the school in the first place. You will be able to come back over Christmas and the summer. I know that I will miss you and I know that your friends will miss you, but every choice has its consequences. There is a whole world to be discovered at this school. I'm glad you accepted the offer."
Suddenly Maria felt a longing to hug the headmistress. She had always been like a mother to her and all the girls. "I am really going to miss you guys," she said.
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At 6:25, Maria and the Headmistress pulled up to the restaurant. They went inside where Prof. McGonagall was waiting.
"Hello, Deena," a voice said.
"Oh, hello Minerva, I didn't see you ther."
"Prof. McGonagall, this is Maria. Maria, this is Prof. McGonagall."
"How do you do." Maria said and curtsied, just as the headmistress had told her to do it.
"How do you do." Prof. McGonagall returned. To Maria she seemed pleasant, but she also seemed rather uptight. "This year at Hogwarts I will be your transfiguration teacher." Maria reminded herself to behave. She was sometimes called the prankster of the orphanage. She had once put a frog under a guests seat. It was weird, though, because she did it with just her eyes. She was just thinking about it, and then all of the sudden it was there.
The hostess seated the three of them and they looked at the menu. It was quiet for a very long time, and then Maria suddenly thought about her past. "Who were my parents?" she suddenly blurted out without thinking.
The two women exchanged uneasy looks and then looked at Maria. "We don't know." Her headmistress finally said. "You were just left on the step. We don't know how you came to be there. Somehow, though you are connected to a boy named Harry Potter, but not by blood. There is some other connection."
"I don't suppose you know who Harry Potter is though," Prof. McGonagall said.
"The name seems to ring a bell, but it seems to come from a memory beyond my furthest memory if you know what I mean."
"Harry Potter is a wizard that is the same age as you. He is one of the most famous wizards of our time. He is known for surviving a curse that is supposed to kill someone the instant it hits them, but I don't think that I'll go further into the details of his life now. I think that I'll let him tell you. Dumbledore, the headmaster at the school has told me how much to tell you now. He said that it would be a relief for Harry to meet someone who doesn't know of his past better than he does. You see, Harry is very modest, hating the treatment that the rest of the world gives him, treating him like a celebrity," informed Prof. McGonagall.
"But how can I be related to him?" Maria asked. They were now almost finished with dinner.
"Truthfully, nobody knows." She replied. This made Maria feel somewhat eerie. Then the Professor added, "I must be going now, Maria, please meet me at the train station around 10:30 on Monday. Deena, will you please make sure she gets there?"
"Certainly. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Maria and Deena." And with a pop Prof. McGonagall disappeared. Maria jumped. "Where did she go?" Maria asked.
"Oh, she just apparated," the headmistress said in a casual tone, and with that she walked toward the door.
"Apparated? What does that mean?" asked Maria, running after her headmaster.
"She disappeared and reappeared in another destination."
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A/N: Well, what do you think? Is it good? Is it good? Tell me. Tell me. Sorry if there are any weak points. I'll try to make the next chapter longer, too.
"Come along now, Maria, we don't want to be late" rang the voice of the headmistress. It was 6:15 and dinner was at 6:30.
Maria was standing in her room that she shared with 4 other girls. She was in her new dress that she and the headmistress had picked out earlier that day. Presently, the other girls that shared her room were doing her hair.
Maria had told them that in a month or so she was going to leave them and go to a school in England. (They hadn't been told about the letter because the headmistress didn't want anyone nagging Maria about it. It had to be her decision.) And she also told them that she was going to dinner that night with the headmistress. They right away began suggesting colors of dresses, styles of hair, colors of nails, and everything else imaginable. The Headmistress had gone shopping with her earlier and on the way, the two of them talked about the future of Maria.
"You will be able to come back in the summer if you wish, although you can stay in the wizarding world if you would like. You will start in your fifth year with the other classmates that are your age, but will, for the first semester be taking classes that are not the same as your classmates, to catch up with them. The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore would like you to come a month before the school year starts so that you can start your training. That means that you will leave on Monday."
"Monday! I didn't know that I would have to leave so soon! I don't know that I'll be ready to go by then!"
"Maria, it was your choice to go to the school in the first place. You will be able to come back over Christmas and the summer. I know that I will miss you and I know that your friends will miss you, but every choice has its consequences. There is a whole world to be discovered at this school. I'm glad you accepted the offer."
Suddenly Maria felt a longing to hug the headmistress. She had always been like a mother to her and all the girls. "I am really going to miss you guys," she said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
At 6:25, Maria and the Headmistress pulled up to the restaurant. They went inside where Prof. McGonagall was waiting.
"Hello, Deena," a voice said.
"Oh, hello Minerva, I didn't see you ther."
"Prof. McGonagall, this is Maria. Maria, this is Prof. McGonagall."
"How do you do." Maria said and curtsied, just as the headmistress had told her to do it.
"How do you do." Prof. McGonagall returned. To Maria she seemed pleasant, but she also seemed rather uptight. "This year at Hogwarts I will be your transfiguration teacher." Maria reminded herself to behave. She was sometimes called the prankster of the orphanage. She had once put a frog under a guests seat. It was weird, though, because she did it with just her eyes. She was just thinking about it, and then all of the sudden it was there.
The hostess seated the three of them and they looked at the menu. It was quiet for a very long time, and then Maria suddenly thought about her past. "Who were my parents?" she suddenly blurted out without thinking.
The two women exchanged uneasy looks and then looked at Maria. "We don't know." Her headmistress finally said. "You were just left on the step. We don't know how you came to be there. Somehow, though you are connected to a boy named Harry Potter, but not by blood. There is some other connection."
"I don't suppose you know who Harry Potter is though," Prof. McGonagall said.
"The name seems to ring a bell, but it seems to come from a memory beyond my furthest memory if you know what I mean."
"Harry Potter is a wizard that is the same age as you. He is one of the most famous wizards of our time. He is known for surviving a curse that is supposed to kill someone the instant it hits them, but I don't think that I'll go further into the details of his life now. I think that I'll let him tell you. Dumbledore, the headmaster at the school has told me how much to tell you now. He said that it would be a relief for Harry to meet someone who doesn't know of his past better than he does. You see, Harry is very modest, hating the treatment that the rest of the world gives him, treating him like a celebrity," informed Prof. McGonagall.
"But how can I be related to him?" Maria asked. They were now almost finished with dinner.
"Truthfully, nobody knows." She replied. This made Maria feel somewhat eerie. Then the Professor added, "I must be going now, Maria, please meet me at the train station around 10:30 on Monday. Deena, will you please make sure she gets there?"
"Certainly. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Maria and Deena." And with a pop Prof. McGonagall disappeared. Maria jumped. "Where did she go?" Maria asked.
"Oh, she just apparated," the headmistress said in a casual tone, and with that she walked toward the door.
"Apparated? What does that mean?" asked Maria, running after her headmaster.
"She disappeared and reappeared in another destination."
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A/N: Well, what do you think? Is it good? Is it good? Tell me. Tell me. Sorry if there are any weak points. I'll try to make the next chapter longer, too.
