The most unexpected person of all...Albus Dumbledore.
Torie casually walked down the hardwood steps to the kitchen. She acted as though she wasn't angry at anybody, but she secretly wanted them to know she was angry, but when they asked her, she wouldn't tell them that she was angry.
(A/N: Girls, you know what I'm talking about!)
"Good morning Torie!" Mr. Fox exclaimed when he saw his daughter walk through the door into the kitchen.
"Hi, dad."
"What's wrong, Torie? I just heard you and your Mother fighting upstairs."
"Oh, nothing. I'm perfectly fine..."
"Torie!"
"Fine! Mom won't let me read Harry Potter, and all my friends do, so I really want to because I heard it's really good and everybody at school is obsessed with it, and-"
Mr. Fox put a finger to Torie's lips and she fell silent. She liked her dad much more than her mom because he was so funny and playful. Her mom was a straight, strict woman with no feelings whatsoever. She was the kind of person who is so stubborn that they'll go to the end of the earth to get their way.
"Torie, open your presents please. I don't want to hear you telling on your mom anymore," He said softly.
"Okay. Here, starting with...Uncle Murray and Family!" Torie started. She tore open the pink hearted wrapping paper and found a bunch of school supplies. "Oh, great! School supplies!" Torie exclaimed in the most sarcastic voice that she had ever put on.
"Torie!"
"Sor-ee! Here, one from Aunt Sophia and her Family," Torie said. She found a brand new monopoly game.
"I've already got two of those," she complained.
"Torie, it's the thought that counts!" Mrs. Fox said, emerging into the kitchen from he backyard, where she had obviously been doing the gardening because the flowers sparkled like the sun on an autumn day.
"My gosh, Mom! Can't a girl live her birthday in peace?" Torie yelled, very annoyed.
"Actually, I'm the one who gave you a birthday, so don't talk back to me, Missy!" Mrs. Fox challenged.
"This is really starting to bug me now!" Torie screamed.
Mrs. Fox left the room.
"Thank God!" Torie sighed.
"Torie!" Mr. Fox warned.
"Fine. Here, this one is from-nobody! They didn't leave their name!" Torie exclaimed, looking at the newspaper-wrapped package that was laying in her lap. "Oh well!"
Torie tore through layer after layer of newspaper until she came to a letter. 'Oh yeah, that's right, don't leave a gift! And I was expecting something good, too!' Torie thought.
(A/N: I'm putting one quote for thoughts, and two for speech)
Torie stuck her thumb under the seal of the letter and opened it. 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 Miss T. Fox,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been
accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Dad!" Torie screamed, dropping the letter and its contents on the floor. (which included two other pieces of parchment in addition to the one that she just read)
"Please don't scream, Torie. What do you want, now, honey?"
"I have been accepted at Hogwarts! I think that it's the place that Harry Potter goes to school to learn Magic, but I'm not sure. Of course, Mom won't let me read the books so how am I supposed to know?"
"Torie, that's wonderful! I knew it would happen!" Mr. Fox exclaimed. He ran to hug his daughter, dropping the newspaper on the floor.
Mrs. Fox walked into the room, and picked up the newspaper. Her eyes widened, and then her face suddenly became very red.
"Kevin! What is this?"
Mr. Fox released Torie from the hug and walked over to his wife.
"Kevin! What is this?" Mrs. Fox repeated. "The Daily Prophet? What in the Lord's name is this?"
"I'm-I'm late for work, Miriam. I gotta run," Mr. Fox said sheepishly. He snatched the paper from his wife's hand, grabbed his briefcase (which spilled its contents all over the floor as he picked it up) and skittishly ran out the door. (Forgetting to pick up his papers.)
"Torie, what're you holding?" Mrs. Fox asked, with a eyebrow-raised expression on her face.
"Nothing, just nothing! I'm just opening my presents, see. Look, here's the one from you! I'll just open it and-No, Mom, my letter!"
Too late. Mrs. Fox opened the parchment, started to read, and had that same look she had when she had been reading the Daily Prophet.
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Please review! Constructive Critism is welcome! Tell me if I should continue!
Note: None of this belongs to me except the some characters (e.g. The Foxs)
Torie casually walked down the hardwood steps to the kitchen. She acted as though she wasn't angry at anybody, but she secretly wanted them to know she was angry, but when they asked her, she wouldn't tell them that she was angry.
(A/N: Girls, you know what I'm talking about!)
"Good morning Torie!" Mr. Fox exclaimed when he saw his daughter walk through the door into the kitchen.
"Hi, dad."
"What's wrong, Torie? I just heard you and your Mother fighting upstairs."
"Oh, nothing. I'm perfectly fine..."
"Torie!"
"Fine! Mom won't let me read Harry Potter, and all my friends do, so I really want to because I heard it's really good and everybody at school is obsessed with it, and-"
Mr. Fox put a finger to Torie's lips and she fell silent. She liked her dad much more than her mom because he was so funny and playful. Her mom was a straight, strict woman with no feelings whatsoever. She was the kind of person who is so stubborn that they'll go to the end of the earth to get their way.
"Torie, open your presents please. I don't want to hear you telling on your mom anymore," He said softly.
"Okay. Here, starting with...Uncle Murray and Family!" Torie started. She tore open the pink hearted wrapping paper and found a bunch of school supplies. "Oh, great! School supplies!" Torie exclaimed in the most sarcastic voice that she had ever put on.
"Torie!"
"Sor-ee! Here, one from Aunt Sophia and her Family," Torie said. She found a brand new monopoly game.
"I've already got two of those," she complained.
"Torie, it's the thought that counts!" Mrs. Fox said, emerging into the kitchen from he backyard, where she had obviously been doing the gardening because the flowers sparkled like the sun on an autumn day.
"My gosh, Mom! Can't a girl live her birthday in peace?" Torie yelled, very annoyed.
"Actually, I'm the one who gave you a birthday, so don't talk back to me, Missy!" Mrs. Fox challenged.
"This is really starting to bug me now!" Torie screamed.
Mrs. Fox left the room.
"Thank God!" Torie sighed.
"Torie!" Mr. Fox warned.
"Fine. Here, this one is from-nobody! They didn't leave their name!" Torie exclaimed, looking at the newspaper-wrapped package that was laying in her lap. "Oh well!"
Torie tore through layer after layer of newspaper until she came to a letter. 'Oh yeah, that's right, don't leave a gift! And I was expecting something good, too!' Torie thought.
(A/N: I'm putting one quote for thoughts, and two for speech)
Torie stuck her thumb under the seal of the letter and opened it. 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 Miss T. Fox,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been
accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Dad!" Torie screamed, dropping the letter and its contents on the floor. (which included two other pieces of parchment in addition to the one that she just read)
"Please don't scream, Torie. What do you want, now, honey?"
"I have been accepted at Hogwarts! I think that it's the place that Harry Potter goes to school to learn Magic, but I'm not sure. Of course, Mom won't let me read the books so how am I supposed to know?"
"Torie, that's wonderful! I knew it would happen!" Mr. Fox exclaimed. He ran to hug his daughter, dropping the newspaper on the floor.
Mrs. Fox walked into the room, and picked up the newspaper. Her eyes widened, and then her face suddenly became very red.
"Kevin! What is this?"
Mr. Fox released Torie from the hug and walked over to his wife.
"Kevin! What is this?" Mrs. Fox repeated. "The Daily Prophet? What in the Lord's name is this?"
"I'm-I'm late for work, Miriam. I gotta run," Mr. Fox said sheepishly. He snatched the paper from his wife's hand, grabbed his briefcase (which spilled its contents all over the floor as he picked it up) and skittishly ran out the door. (Forgetting to pick up his papers.)
"Torie, what're you holding?" Mrs. Fox asked, with a eyebrow-raised expression on her face.
"Nothing, just nothing! I'm just opening my presents, see. Look, here's the one from you! I'll just open it and-No, Mom, my letter!"
Too late. Mrs. Fox opened the parchment, started to read, and had that same look she had when she had been reading the Daily Prophet.
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Please review! Constructive Critism is welcome! Tell me if I should continue!
Note: None of this belongs to me except the some characters (e.g. The Foxs)
