CH 2.- Confidential Matters
The next morning Myrtle woke up at the crack of dawn. After getting dressed in jeans and a T-
shirt she headed downstairs for breakfast. As soon and she opened the door she was greeted with
an unusual welcome.
"Happy Birthday!" her parents cried in unison as she came into the kitchen.
"Here are your gifts Myrtle." Her mother said handing her two boxes wrapped in bright purple
paper with a big yellow bow top of each. Myrtle's mother was rather large with shoulder-length
auburn hair and a gentle face. She spent most of her time in the kitchen and could make the best
blueberry pie in the neighborhood.
"Thanks." Myrtle said taking them and began ripping off the bows and the purple paper. The first
box held a blue and red striped sweater and a pair of socks. The second held a dictionary and a
thesaurus.
"Do you like it?" Her mother asked anxiously
"Yeah...uh....it's great!" Myrtle said sarcastically. Her mother didn't catch on.
"What's wrong with it?" Her father asked impatiently. Mr. Greyy was tall with black hair like
Myrtle's, had glasses and usually wore a very serious expression.
"Well, I have sweaters and socks and my bookshelf is already over-crowded with dictionaries.
Why couldn't you have gotten me something else?"
"Like what?"
"Like makeup or something. Everyone at school wears it."
"Our Myrtle doesn't need makeup. She's beautiful all on her own." Her father said proudly.
"Now, how about you get us some waffles, Kate." He said gesturing to his wife.
"Of course." She said slightly disappointed but went to get them anyways from the kitchen. She brought out a large silver dish with 4 Belgian waffles on it.
"Myrtle get's two waffles because of her birthday." her mother explained.
"I don't want any." Myrtle said, getting up from the table.
"Why not?"
"I'm not hungry." she said gloomily and walked upstairs to her bedroom with her presents in her
hand. Her parents didn't say anything but her dad looked like he might explode and her mom
looked like she was about to cry. She went upstairs to her room which was in the attic. Her house
had three bedrooms but she preferred to be in the attic away from everything. Her bedroom was
covered from head to foot in purple. Her bed had a purple frame with darker purple pillow cases
and a duvet that was purple with yellow flowers on it. She had a small table next to her bed, a
painted purple dresser and a oak wood bookshelf in the corner. Also, over her bed was an
enormous window that looked out to the backyard. She put her dictionary and thesaurus on her
shelf next to the six others she owned and stayed up there all day, only coming out to use the
bathroom. It wasn't turning out to be a good birthday and her parents hadn't even asked her if she
wanted a party. Suddenly, around 5:30 there was a quick knock on her door.
"What?" Myrtle asked rolling over on her bed.
"Time for dinner." Her mom said quickly without opening the door. Just then Myrtle realized
how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten all day. She quickly jumped off her bed and followed her
mom downstairs. Her dad was still angry about earlier and didn't glance up as he put a fork full of
green beans into his mouth. She sat down and began to eat her green beans and tofu in silence
until her father did speak to her.
"Myrtle, go get the mail." He said quickly. She got up off the couch and walked outside to the
mailbox. It was a cool evening and there was a full moon. She opened it and pulled out the
contents. She got a handful of bills, her father's sports magazine and another letter that caught her eye. It had her name on it! Myrtle never got mail.
Myrtle Greyy
the attic
keeper of the dictionaries
Cambridge, Britain
She quickly brought in her letter and the rest of the mail and laid it on the counter. She grabbed
hers and began to open it. She pulled out the first sheet of paper.
Dear Miss. Greyy
We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted at-
"I'll take that." Her father said coming up behind her and seized the letter out of her hand.
"Hey! Give that back!' She said trying to grab it back but her father held it high over his head and
began to read. His face slowly went a ghostly white and looked like he was going to faint.
"Where...did you...get this." he stammered.
"It was in the mailbox. Can I have it back now?" She cried impatiently, louder than she meant too.
"What's going on?" Her mother asked coming in from the kitchen and glancing over her
husbands shoulder on her tip toes. Just then she let out a heart stopping scream and collapsed next
to her husband on the floor.
"Mom!" Myrtle screamed and ran over to her mother. Her father bent down too, picked her up
and carried her upstairs to their bedroom with the letter still in his hands. Myrtle waited at the
bottom of the stars until he came down again.
"Now can I see it?" Myrtle asked a little more calmer.
"Myrtle, I have to explain something to you first-
"Let me see my letter!"
"Oh alright." her father said giving in and handing her the letter. She began to read.
Dear Miss. Greyy
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Durmstrang Institute Of Magic. The Durmstrang Transit will pick you up at 12:30 on September the 4th at the Northern Germany Station, platform 11 ½ . Please look at the next page for the rules and required things you will need.
She quickly turned to the next page.
Rules.
1. All students must be registered and are forbidden to share dormitory passwords. If this is done the student responsible will be expelled.
2. You CANNOT kill someone without their permission.
3. All students are required to take at least 3 of the required classes and one other.
4. If you want to join the quidditch team please see the news bulletin board for a sign up sheet.
5. Try to keep profanity to a low.
6. You may curse, hex and duel amongst one another, but there is limited space in the hospital wing so it is under your own free will.
7. Everyone is allowed a broom.
8. Food Fights in the Dark Hall are welcomed under certain circumstances.
9. You can visit Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley whenever you wish but please tell a teacher first. We are not responsible for anything that happens to you there if you don't tell a teacher.
10. The Monstrous Forest is open to everyone, however like we mentioned above, hospital space is limited.
Please read and understand all these rules and put them into effect when at the castle and on the grounds.
You are required the following books:
Curses, hexing and dueling- Linda LeBlanc
The Dark Arts and how to use them- Mark Shaw
Transfiguration for beginners- Deirdre Lesgows
(You may buy whatever other books you wish)
Uniform
Blood red robes with the Durmstrang crest.
A Fur Coat and any other things necessary to keep you warm.
We look forward to seeing you soon,
Headmistress,
Mrs. Silver (Mrs. Silver)
Baffled, Myrtle turned to face her father.
"Do you know something about this?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." He said lowering his head.
"Well then, what are you waiting for! Tell me what this is all about!" Myrtle demanded. She enjoyed having this control over her dad, because she rarely ever did.
He swallowed and began. "Well, my whole family, including your grandparents have all been
witches and wizards. I grew up in Bonn Germany which is very cold and close to the castle. I
attended Durmstrang to learn about magic too. I am a wizard."
"Does mom know?"
"Of course. But that is why we don't live there anymore. We moved here because of your
mother. She didn't want to have anything to do with magic. But, just like me your going to that
school and you're a witch. I'm so proud of you." He said smiling.
Myrtle was dumbstruck. She just sat there with her mouth open.
"I'm a what?!"
"You're a witch, Myrtle. I'm going to take you to buy your things on Friday at Diagon Alley. We can't go tomorrow, I'm working, but Friday will be perfect."
"At what alley?"
"Diagon Alley. You'll see other witches there just like you!" he said excitedly. "Now go get some rest."
"Wait a minute." She said quickly before her father could leave. "Your not telling me something.
If you're a "wizard" why don't you use magic. I have a feeling this whole school thing is a big
joke! You know how gullible I am!"
"It's not a joke!" He cried. "Just wait until tomorrow. I already told you about your mother hating magic so I don't use it around her. Just wait, you'll see."
"Fine." She said still skeptical about the whole thing as she walked into the attic and into her room.
The next morning Myrtle woke up at the crack of dawn. After getting dressed in jeans and a T-
shirt she headed downstairs for breakfast. As soon and she opened the door she was greeted with
an unusual welcome.
"Happy Birthday!" her parents cried in unison as she came into the kitchen.
"Here are your gifts Myrtle." Her mother said handing her two boxes wrapped in bright purple
paper with a big yellow bow top of each. Myrtle's mother was rather large with shoulder-length
auburn hair and a gentle face. She spent most of her time in the kitchen and could make the best
blueberry pie in the neighborhood.
"Thanks." Myrtle said taking them and began ripping off the bows and the purple paper. The first
box held a blue and red striped sweater and a pair of socks. The second held a dictionary and a
thesaurus.
"Do you like it?" Her mother asked anxiously
"Yeah...uh....it's great!" Myrtle said sarcastically. Her mother didn't catch on.
"What's wrong with it?" Her father asked impatiently. Mr. Greyy was tall with black hair like
Myrtle's, had glasses and usually wore a very serious expression.
"Well, I have sweaters and socks and my bookshelf is already over-crowded with dictionaries.
Why couldn't you have gotten me something else?"
"Like what?"
"Like makeup or something. Everyone at school wears it."
"Our Myrtle doesn't need makeup. She's beautiful all on her own." Her father said proudly.
"Now, how about you get us some waffles, Kate." He said gesturing to his wife.
"Of course." She said slightly disappointed but went to get them anyways from the kitchen. She brought out a large silver dish with 4 Belgian waffles on it.
"Myrtle get's two waffles because of her birthday." her mother explained.
"I don't want any." Myrtle said, getting up from the table.
"Why not?"
"I'm not hungry." she said gloomily and walked upstairs to her bedroom with her presents in her
hand. Her parents didn't say anything but her dad looked like he might explode and her mom
looked like she was about to cry. She went upstairs to her room which was in the attic. Her house
had three bedrooms but she preferred to be in the attic away from everything. Her bedroom was
covered from head to foot in purple. Her bed had a purple frame with darker purple pillow cases
and a duvet that was purple with yellow flowers on it. She had a small table next to her bed, a
painted purple dresser and a oak wood bookshelf in the corner. Also, over her bed was an
enormous window that looked out to the backyard. She put her dictionary and thesaurus on her
shelf next to the six others she owned and stayed up there all day, only coming out to use the
bathroom. It wasn't turning out to be a good birthday and her parents hadn't even asked her if she
wanted a party. Suddenly, around 5:30 there was a quick knock on her door.
"What?" Myrtle asked rolling over on her bed.
"Time for dinner." Her mom said quickly without opening the door. Just then Myrtle realized
how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten all day. She quickly jumped off her bed and followed her
mom downstairs. Her dad was still angry about earlier and didn't glance up as he put a fork full of
green beans into his mouth. She sat down and began to eat her green beans and tofu in silence
until her father did speak to her.
"Myrtle, go get the mail." He said quickly. She got up off the couch and walked outside to the
mailbox. It was a cool evening and there was a full moon. She opened it and pulled out the
contents. She got a handful of bills, her father's sports magazine and another letter that caught her eye. It had her name on it! Myrtle never got mail.
Myrtle Greyy
the attic
keeper of the dictionaries
Cambridge, Britain
She quickly brought in her letter and the rest of the mail and laid it on the counter. She grabbed
hers and began to open it. She pulled out the first sheet of paper.
Dear Miss. Greyy
We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted at-
"I'll take that." Her father said coming up behind her and seized the letter out of her hand.
"Hey! Give that back!' She said trying to grab it back but her father held it high over his head and
began to read. His face slowly went a ghostly white and looked like he was going to faint.
"Where...did you...get this." he stammered.
"It was in the mailbox. Can I have it back now?" She cried impatiently, louder than she meant too.
"What's going on?" Her mother asked coming in from the kitchen and glancing over her
husbands shoulder on her tip toes. Just then she let out a heart stopping scream and collapsed next
to her husband on the floor.
"Mom!" Myrtle screamed and ran over to her mother. Her father bent down too, picked her up
and carried her upstairs to their bedroom with the letter still in his hands. Myrtle waited at the
bottom of the stars until he came down again.
"Now can I see it?" Myrtle asked a little more calmer.
"Myrtle, I have to explain something to you first-
"Let me see my letter!"
"Oh alright." her father said giving in and handing her the letter. She began to read.
Dear Miss. Greyy
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Durmstrang Institute Of Magic. The Durmstrang Transit will pick you up at 12:30 on September the 4th at the Northern Germany Station, platform 11 ½ . Please look at the next page for the rules and required things you will need.
She quickly turned to the next page.
Rules.
1. All students must be registered and are forbidden to share dormitory passwords. If this is done the student responsible will be expelled.
2. You CANNOT kill someone without their permission.
3. All students are required to take at least 3 of the required classes and one other.
4. If you want to join the quidditch team please see the news bulletin board for a sign up sheet.
5. Try to keep profanity to a low.
6. You may curse, hex and duel amongst one another, but there is limited space in the hospital wing so it is under your own free will.
7. Everyone is allowed a broom.
8. Food Fights in the Dark Hall are welcomed under certain circumstances.
9. You can visit Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley whenever you wish but please tell a teacher first. We are not responsible for anything that happens to you there if you don't tell a teacher.
10. The Monstrous Forest is open to everyone, however like we mentioned above, hospital space is limited.
Please read and understand all these rules and put them into effect when at the castle and on the grounds.
You are required the following books:
Curses, hexing and dueling- Linda LeBlanc
The Dark Arts and how to use them- Mark Shaw
Transfiguration for beginners- Deirdre Lesgows
(You may buy whatever other books you wish)
Uniform
Blood red robes with the Durmstrang crest.
A Fur Coat and any other things necessary to keep you warm.
We look forward to seeing you soon,
Headmistress,
Mrs. Silver (Mrs. Silver)
Baffled, Myrtle turned to face her father.
"Do you know something about this?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." He said lowering his head.
"Well then, what are you waiting for! Tell me what this is all about!" Myrtle demanded. She enjoyed having this control over her dad, because she rarely ever did.
He swallowed and began. "Well, my whole family, including your grandparents have all been
witches and wizards. I grew up in Bonn Germany which is very cold and close to the castle. I
attended Durmstrang to learn about magic too. I am a wizard."
"Does mom know?"
"Of course. But that is why we don't live there anymore. We moved here because of your
mother. She didn't want to have anything to do with magic. But, just like me your going to that
school and you're a witch. I'm so proud of you." He said smiling.
Myrtle was dumbstruck. She just sat there with her mouth open.
"I'm a what?!"
"You're a witch, Myrtle. I'm going to take you to buy your things on Friday at Diagon Alley. We can't go tomorrow, I'm working, but Friday will be perfect."
"At what alley?"
"Diagon Alley. You'll see other witches there just like you!" he said excitedly. "Now go get some rest."
"Wait a minute." She said quickly before her father could leave. "Your not telling me something.
If you're a "wizard" why don't you use magic. I have a feeling this whole school thing is a big
joke! You know how gullible I am!"
"It's not a joke!" He cried. "Just wait until tomorrow. I already told you about your mother hating magic so I don't use it around her. Just wait, you'll see."
"Fine." She said still skeptical about the whole thing as she walked into the attic and into her room.