Chapter 2- Dream Guys, Missing Guys, and Cherry Pies
"Sweetie, it's time to get up!" Joan Dumbledore yelled from the bottom of the mountainous, statuesque, marble staircase.
The short, middle-aged, brunette walked toward the kitchen to start her daughter's breakfast so she could get her out of the house and onto the train. Today was her departure to her new job at Hogwarts. Her uncle had generously given her the job last month and she was ecstatic. Being a muggle, Joan still did not understand the wizarding world even though her daughter was a witch.
Meanwhile, fast asleep in a courtly, elegant room, was Joan Dumbledore's daughter. The angelic, tall, wavy-haired blonde was snoring nimbly as her dreams refused to abandon her witty mind and arouse her from her immersed sleep. She was laying on her right side and her left leg was dangling over the side of the bed while her arm was tucked under her head.
"Aletta!" Joan hollered from the kitchen as she cracked an egg into a frying pan. "If you're not down here in five minutes, I'm sending Drifter up!"
Evidently, Aletta did not hear her mother's call. So after five minutes, Aletta's face was being licked happily. She groaned and covered her face with her hand. So the white, Labrador started to lick her hand, not feeling rejected at all. Aletta opened one eye to look at the adorable, innocent dog that didn't know that he had just disturbed a wonderful dream. She then realized that she remembered her dream. Aletta usually forgets what her dreams are about, but the wonderful one she had just experienced was still blazing, clearly in her mind. She swore that she had dreamed about that mysterious man before. How soft those hands were, she thought, and that silky, long, raven-black hair. He was so cruel at first, she recollected, but turned into an attractive, flat out gentleman. She then suddenly realized how foolish she was being. Fantasizing about a guy in her dreams who doesn't even exist! How profoundly doltish! Then again, she was probably dreaming about guys so much since she had never even had a boyfriend before. Sure, tons of guys asked her out on dates, but they just didn't have what she was looking for. She was one of those fools who believed in love at first sight. She would always tell herself that it was pathetic that she didn't date certain men because they didn't make her get that ever so special, love-sick feeling when she first saw them. Yes, she knew she had problems.
"But that man in my dreams made me get that beautiful feeling," she murmured out loud to Drifter, who was now looking at her with cinnamon, puppy-dog eyes, pleading her to scratch him.
Aletta giggled at her dog's cuteness and started to scratch him behind his ears.
"If only my 'dream guy' were real," she said to Drifter. "Than I wouldn't be so . . . messed up."
She laughed at her description of herself and got out of bed to dress and go down to breakfast.
When Aletta and her shapely form walked into the kitchen, her mother glared at her as she took her seat at the table.
"How many times have I told you to set your alarm clock!" she babbled. "You know, when you go to your job, you can't expect your uncle or anybody else to come to your room and wake you up! And if you come home saying you got fired for sleeping in, I will not pity you-,"
"Mother!" Aletta beseeched. "I know!" she added, putting emphasis on 'know'.
Joan inhaled to calm her anger down.
"Oh, and your owl dropped off that wizard newspaper for you," she added as she set the eggs and bacon in front of Aletta and dropped the Daily Prophet down next to it.
As Aletta picked her bacon up to nibble at it, she saw an article about a missing wizard. She dropped her bacon on her plate and picked up the paper to read it. When she skimmed through it, she saw that the missing person was one whom she had known of.
"Mother, do the neighbors know Victor Crabbe?" Aletta asked Joan.
Joan turned around with a teapot in her hand and said, "Oh, yes. Mr. Weasley knows him. Your father and I went over to their house for dinner a couple days ago and they talked about his disappearance. I'm surprised it was in the newspaper today instead of Tuesday!"
"That sure is odd, though," Aletta added. "And it says here that he was last seen at a house next to a cemetery. I'm sure whoever killed him must have gotten rid of his body. AND he was a Death Eater."
"Dear, how do you know if he was killed or not!" Joan exclaimed as she brought Aletta a glass of cold, orange juice. "For all we know, he could have gotten lost!"
"Mom . . . it is quite rare that a wizard would get lost," Aletta explained. "So it is a very good possibility that someone just knocked him off . . . good riddance if you ask me."
"Aletta, will you ever learn to be civil-like!?"
"He was going to go to Azkaban sooner or later and die there! If you ask me, I would say the guy who killed him put him out of his misery."
Joan ignored her sarcastic daughter as the buzzer for the oven went off. She waddled over to it with her oven mittens on and took out a large, steamy cherry pie. Joan then set it on the counter to cool.
Now finished with her breakfast, Aletta walked over to the delicious-looking pie.
"That's not for you!" Joan said quickly. "It's for the Weasleys. And when it cools down, you will take it to them on your way to the train station, capeesh?"
"Um . . . yes?" she replied weirdly since she had no idea what 'capeesh' meant.
"Good," Joan said merrily. "Now go upstairs and bring down your luggage. Pies cool faster than you think!"
Aletta's mother then bustled off to start the laundry as Aletta headed upstairs to gather her things.
A/N: I used forshadowing in this! Haha! I'm smart. lol.
Hint- Forshadowing is the line ""Mom . . . it is quite rare that a wizard would get lost," Aletta explained.
I Am Evil!! Mwahahahaha!!
"Sweetie, it's time to get up!" Joan Dumbledore yelled from the bottom of the mountainous, statuesque, marble staircase.
The short, middle-aged, brunette walked toward the kitchen to start her daughter's breakfast so she could get her out of the house and onto the train. Today was her departure to her new job at Hogwarts. Her uncle had generously given her the job last month and she was ecstatic. Being a muggle, Joan still did not understand the wizarding world even though her daughter was a witch.
Meanwhile, fast asleep in a courtly, elegant room, was Joan Dumbledore's daughter. The angelic, tall, wavy-haired blonde was snoring nimbly as her dreams refused to abandon her witty mind and arouse her from her immersed sleep. She was laying on her right side and her left leg was dangling over the side of the bed while her arm was tucked under her head.
"Aletta!" Joan hollered from the kitchen as she cracked an egg into a frying pan. "If you're not down here in five minutes, I'm sending Drifter up!"
Evidently, Aletta did not hear her mother's call. So after five minutes, Aletta's face was being licked happily. She groaned and covered her face with her hand. So the white, Labrador started to lick her hand, not feeling rejected at all. Aletta opened one eye to look at the adorable, innocent dog that didn't know that he had just disturbed a wonderful dream. She then realized that she remembered her dream. Aletta usually forgets what her dreams are about, but the wonderful one she had just experienced was still blazing, clearly in her mind. She swore that she had dreamed about that mysterious man before. How soft those hands were, she thought, and that silky, long, raven-black hair. He was so cruel at first, she recollected, but turned into an attractive, flat out gentleman. She then suddenly realized how foolish she was being. Fantasizing about a guy in her dreams who doesn't even exist! How profoundly doltish! Then again, she was probably dreaming about guys so much since she had never even had a boyfriend before. Sure, tons of guys asked her out on dates, but they just didn't have what she was looking for. She was one of those fools who believed in love at first sight. She would always tell herself that it was pathetic that she didn't date certain men because they didn't make her get that ever so special, love-sick feeling when she first saw them. Yes, she knew she had problems.
"But that man in my dreams made me get that beautiful feeling," she murmured out loud to Drifter, who was now looking at her with cinnamon, puppy-dog eyes, pleading her to scratch him.
Aletta giggled at her dog's cuteness and started to scratch him behind his ears.
"If only my 'dream guy' were real," she said to Drifter. "Than I wouldn't be so . . . messed up."
She laughed at her description of herself and got out of bed to dress and go down to breakfast.
When Aletta and her shapely form walked into the kitchen, her mother glared at her as she took her seat at the table.
"How many times have I told you to set your alarm clock!" she babbled. "You know, when you go to your job, you can't expect your uncle or anybody else to come to your room and wake you up! And if you come home saying you got fired for sleeping in, I will not pity you-,"
"Mother!" Aletta beseeched. "I know!" she added, putting emphasis on 'know'.
Joan inhaled to calm her anger down.
"Oh, and your owl dropped off that wizard newspaper for you," she added as she set the eggs and bacon in front of Aletta and dropped the Daily Prophet down next to it.
As Aletta picked her bacon up to nibble at it, she saw an article about a missing wizard. She dropped her bacon on her plate and picked up the paper to read it. When she skimmed through it, she saw that the missing person was one whom she had known of.
"Mother, do the neighbors know Victor Crabbe?" Aletta asked Joan.
Joan turned around with a teapot in her hand and said, "Oh, yes. Mr. Weasley knows him. Your father and I went over to their house for dinner a couple days ago and they talked about his disappearance. I'm surprised it was in the newspaper today instead of Tuesday!"
"That sure is odd, though," Aletta added. "And it says here that he was last seen at a house next to a cemetery. I'm sure whoever killed him must have gotten rid of his body. AND he was a Death Eater."
"Dear, how do you know if he was killed or not!" Joan exclaimed as she brought Aletta a glass of cold, orange juice. "For all we know, he could have gotten lost!"
"Mom . . . it is quite rare that a wizard would get lost," Aletta explained. "So it is a very good possibility that someone just knocked him off . . . good riddance if you ask me."
"Aletta, will you ever learn to be civil-like!?"
"He was going to go to Azkaban sooner or later and die there! If you ask me, I would say the guy who killed him put him out of his misery."
Joan ignored her sarcastic daughter as the buzzer for the oven went off. She waddled over to it with her oven mittens on and took out a large, steamy cherry pie. Joan then set it on the counter to cool.
Now finished with her breakfast, Aletta walked over to the delicious-looking pie.
"That's not for you!" Joan said quickly. "It's for the Weasleys. And when it cools down, you will take it to them on your way to the train station, capeesh?"
"Um . . . yes?" she replied weirdly since she had no idea what 'capeesh' meant.
"Good," Joan said merrily. "Now go upstairs and bring down your luggage. Pies cool faster than you think!"
Aletta's mother then bustled off to start the laundry as Aletta headed upstairs to gather her things.
A/N: I used forshadowing in this! Haha! I'm smart. lol.
Hint- Forshadowing is the line ""Mom . . . it is quite rare that a wizard would get lost," Aletta explained.
I Am Evil!! Mwahahahaha!!
