Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter! I bloody wish I did, but
unfortunately I can only write about it. All characters and places not
mentioned in the Harry Potter books are of my own design and may not be
used without my permission. ^_^ Please R+R!!
The Letter
She sat in the room outside of the office, absentmindedly swiveling her chair back and forth, lulling off to the sound of the squeaks. She'd been sitting there quietly since school had ended - which was, looking at the clock, exactly 3 hours ago. Her mom hadn't been too happy when asked to come down to the school for some questions, but then again, her mom was never too happy a person when things interrupted her ever-so-busy work schedule.
She looked up as the door to the principal's office opened to reveal her principal and mother. Following them was a much older man in a light blue robe. She struggled to maintain a straight face while looking at the man. His blue eyes sparkled slightly behind his half moon glasses and his long white hair and beard shone in the light. He couldn't be for real. He looked like he'd come for the Halloween party two months too early. Looking over to her mother, though, the smile vanished immediately. Her mother's face was pale and pulled taught, as thought she hadn't slept for days. Not even her steel backbone showed through the weary face.
The glazed eyes of her principal looked around for a second, as if not remembering where he was. He merely nodded politely to them and left back for his office, shutting the door with a soft click. Her eyebrows rose slightly at his behavior. That was definitely new; he'd always been a loud person, ready to talk to anyone in any situation. In fact, he was the kind of person who certainly wouldn't tolerate a man like this stranger standing next to her mother to step even one foot inside his school. Why he had meekly backed away worried her. Her mother waved off any questions Kiarin might ask.
"Not now. We'll go home first. There are a few things you should know."
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Twenty minutes later she was sitting in the living room with her mother. The man she had seen earlier was also in her house, sitting in one of the purple and orange over-stuffed chairs her mother had bought. His robe - which she had first thought of as ludicrous - didn't look all that out of place in her house. Her mother was an artist and a photographer and loved vivid colors more than anything - the living room itself was living proof of that. Its walls were painted a bright orange, purple trim all along the tops and bottoms of the walls, around the doors, and framing the windows. Even the long, velvet drapes her mother had spent hours putting up were a deep shade of purple. And, to top it all of, the furniture had also managed to find itself striped in a deep shade of purple as well as the same bright orange as the walls. In fact, the only things that didn't match the color motif were the photos on the walls that her mother had taken and the long, oval pine coffee table that currently held a small stack of art books and a silver teapot with two glass cups rimmed in matching silver.
Her mother had hardly managed to keep from rearranging the books on the table for the tenth time, she was so nervous. Refusing to meet Kiarin's eyes she busied herself quickly swiping at the non-existent tea that had dripped onto the table with one of the napkins. Kiarin wasn't sure what to say and so merely looked over at the man sitting in one of the chairs near the fireplace.
"Um, mom, what's going on? Is-is everything okay?"
When her mother didn't answer, the man in blue began, "I'm afraid that there has been a mistake that has recently come to my attention."
Kiarin's eyebrows drew together in a puzzled look. "What do you mean by 'mistake?' And just who are you?"
"Ah, excuse me for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I have recently been informed of a very big error on our part, which I am terribly sorry for."
At this point the man - this, this Albus Dumbledore - reached into his robes to pull out an envelope that at this point was quite yellow and slightly crinkled, faded green ink scrawled across the front. She turned it over to find a red seal keeping the envelope closed - though just what was on the seal she couldn't make out.
Kiarin looked back up at the man, clearly dumbfounded at what she was being told, and he continued. "You see it appears that there was a mix up in the admissions process. And, well, it was quite a busy year, and it seems that we must have missed one of the letters to our prospective students - namely you Ms. Goldwind. You are a witch, and as such must learn to control your abilities so as not to accidentally bring harm to others. Therefore, I bring you a letter which states your acceptance into Hogwarts."
The Letter
She sat in the room outside of the office, absentmindedly swiveling her chair back and forth, lulling off to the sound of the squeaks. She'd been sitting there quietly since school had ended - which was, looking at the clock, exactly 3 hours ago. Her mom hadn't been too happy when asked to come down to the school for some questions, but then again, her mom was never too happy a person when things interrupted her ever-so-busy work schedule.
She looked up as the door to the principal's office opened to reveal her principal and mother. Following them was a much older man in a light blue robe. She struggled to maintain a straight face while looking at the man. His blue eyes sparkled slightly behind his half moon glasses and his long white hair and beard shone in the light. He couldn't be for real. He looked like he'd come for the Halloween party two months too early. Looking over to her mother, though, the smile vanished immediately. Her mother's face was pale and pulled taught, as thought she hadn't slept for days. Not even her steel backbone showed through the weary face.
The glazed eyes of her principal looked around for a second, as if not remembering where he was. He merely nodded politely to them and left back for his office, shutting the door with a soft click. Her eyebrows rose slightly at his behavior. That was definitely new; he'd always been a loud person, ready to talk to anyone in any situation. In fact, he was the kind of person who certainly wouldn't tolerate a man like this stranger standing next to her mother to step even one foot inside his school. Why he had meekly backed away worried her. Her mother waved off any questions Kiarin might ask.
"Not now. We'll go home first. There are a few things you should know."
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Twenty minutes later she was sitting in the living room with her mother. The man she had seen earlier was also in her house, sitting in one of the purple and orange over-stuffed chairs her mother had bought. His robe - which she had first thought of as ludicrous - didn't look all that out of place in her house. Her mother was an artist and a photographer and loved vivid colors more than anything - the living room itself was living proof of that. Its walls were painted a bright orange, purple trim all along the tops and bottoms of the walls, around the doors, and framing the windows. Even the long, velvet drapes her mother had spent hours putting up were a deep shade of purple. And, to top it all of, the furniture had also managed to find itself striped in a deep shade of purple as well as the same bright orange as the walls. In fact, the only things that didn't match the color motif were the photos on the walls that her mother had taken and the long, oval pine coffee table that currently held a small stack of art books and a silver teapot with two glass cups rimmed in matching silver.
Her mother had hardly managed to keep from rearranging the books on the table for the tenth time, she was so nervous. Refusing to meet Kiarin's eyes she busied herself quickly swiping at the non-existent tea that had dripped onto the table with one of the napkins. Kiarin wasn't sure what to say and so merely looked over at the man sitting in one of the chairs near the fireplace.
"Um, mom, what's going on? Is-is everything okay?"
When her mother didn't answer, the man in blue began, "I'm afraid that there has been a mistake that has recently come to my attention."
Kiarin's eyebrows drew together in a puzzled look. "What do you mean by 'mistake?' And just who are you?"
"Ah, excuse me for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I have recently been informed of a very big error on our part, which I am terribly sorry for."
At this point the man - this, this Albus Dumbledore - reached into his robes to pull out an envelope that at this point was quite yellow and slightly crinkled, faded green ink scrawled across the front. She turned it over to find a red seal keeping the envelope closed - though just what was on the seal she couldn't make out.
Kiarin looked back up at the man, clearly dumbfounded at what she was being told, and he continued. "You see it appears that there was a mix up in the admissions process. And, well, it was quite a busy year, and it seems that we must have missed one of the letters to our prospective students - namely you Ms. Goldwind. You are a witch, and as such must learn to control your abilities so as not to accidentally bring harm to others. Therefore, I bring you a letter which states your acceptance into Hogwarts."