A/N: Just a reminder, I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's work. If I did, I'd be rich and live in a house with a pool full of pudding. I know you haven't gotten a chance to review, but I'll post anyhow.
FOUR
Results
Julia smiled, hoping she did well on her test. Mr. Davis and the tall witch exchanged a few hushed whispers. "Give us a moment, would you dear?"
said the woman with a heavy British accent. Julia nodded and sat down on the stool that Kitty's father had been sitting on a moment before.
She listened as the two debated over her results.
They looked up at her as Julia jumped to her feet. "So... how did I do? Do I have magic?"
Mr. Davis nodded. "You do seem to have a small amount of power, yes, but your strength seems to be in moving things around... and starting fires. Ms. Parker and I suspect you're a locomotormagus," he said, indicating the witch. "Your balance of power my not be evenly distributed."
Julia was confused and it showed. A locomotormagus? What on earth was that? She had to guess that it meant she was good at levitating things. Still, the term was strange.
"So, does that make me a wizardess?"
"Yes, slightly. Oh, and they're called witches," Mr. Davis corrected her.
Julia frowned, "I like 'wizardess' better. It isn't as stereotypical. Aren't witches supposed to be old, ugly, green ladies with warts?"
"That's a hag, and yes, muggles do have that view of us, I'm sad to say..." Ms. Parker replied.
Julia furrowed her brow. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a witch, but she had to admit, she did want to play around with fire and wands and the like.
That incendio spell was cool! She decided she'd deal with her moral issues later, because Kitty had just come in the door.
"Wow! That was great! You did more magic than I've ever been able to do! Maybe I can do that one day too! I'll show them who's a squib!" Kitty ran over to her best friend and gave her
one of the biggest hugs ever.
"Uh... Kit... I can't... breathe," Julia gasped. Kitty pulled away with a quick apology and continued to beam at her. Julia sighed.
"Kitty, Julia, come along. We need to get to my office; I need to fill out a few papers about this." Julia walked out along with Mr. Davis, Kitty, and Ms. Parker. The group headed toward the end of the hall.
Kitty was babbling, "...and you're luck Dad works in this department now, 'cuz Mr. Winkler used to work with this stuff, and he was mean. So! Okay, wait what?" She kept going like that until they reached the office.
It was large compared to the one next to it, and everything was neatly organized. Pictures of Elvis hung on the wall and two desks were placed on each side of the room with a view of the window. Julia took a peak outside the glass
pane. "Snow? Why's it snowing? It was warm when we came in, wasn't it?"
Kitty laughed, "Don't be silly of course it isn't snow! The windows are magic... we're really about two levels under ground, but looking at earthworms all day gets old fast. They put a scenic type of viewy-thingy in the window everyday."
Julia raised an eyebrow. Magic was weird.
FOUR
Results
Julia smiled, hoping she did well on her test. Mr. Davis and the tall witch exchanged a few hushed whispers. "Give us a moment, would you dear?"
said the woman with a heavy British accent. Julia nodded and sat down on the stool that Kitty's father had been sitting on a moment before.
She listened as the two debated over her results.
They looked up at her as Julia jumped to her feet. "So... how did I do? Do I have magic?"
Mr. Davis nodded. "You do seem to have a small amount of power, yes, but your strength seems to be in moving things around... and starting fires. Ms. Parker and I suspect you're a locomotormagus," he said, indicating the witch. "Your balance of power my not be evenly distributed."
Julia was confused and it showed. A locomotormagus? What on earth was that? She had to guess that it meant she was good at levitating things. Still, the term was strange.
"So, does that make me a wizardess?"
"Yes, slightly. Oh, and they're called witches," Mr. Davis corrected her.
Julia frowned, "I like 'wizardess' better. It isn't as stereotypical. Aren't witches supposed to be old, ugly, green ladies with warts?"
"That's a hag, and yes, muggles do have that view of us, I'm sad to say..." Ms. Parker replied.
Julia furrowed her brow. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a witch, but she had to admit, she did want to play around with fire and wands and the like.
That incendio spell was cool! She decided she'd deal with her moral issues later, because Kitty had just come in the door.
"Wow! That was great! You did more magic than I've ever been able to do! Maybe I can do that one day too! I'll show them who's a squib!" Kitty ran over to her best friend and gave her
one of the biggest hugs ever.
"Uh... Kit... I can't... breathe," Julia gasped. Kitty pulled away with a quick apology and continued to beam at her. Julia sighed.
"Kitty, Julia, come along. We need to get to my office; I need to fill out a few papers about this." Julia walked out along with Mr. Davis, Kitty, and Ms. Parker. The group headed toward the end of the hall.
Kitty was babbling, "...and you're luck Dad works in this department now, 'cuz Mr. Winkler used to work with this stuff, and he was mean. So! Okay, wait what?" She kept going like that until they reached the office.
It was large compared to the one next to it, and everything was neatly organized. Pictures of Elvis hung on the wall and two desks were placed on each side of the room with a view of the window. Julia took a peak outside the glass
pane. "Snow? Why's it snowing? It was warm when we came in, wasn't it?"
Kitty laughed, "Don't be silly of course it isn't snow! The windows are magic... we're really about two levels under ground, but looking at earthworms all day gets old fast. They put a scenic type of viewy-thingy in the window everyday."
Julia raised an eyebrow. Magic was weird.