Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling. All other
characters and places are figments of my repressed and screwed up
imagination.
July 28, 1996: "Come on, Barb. If you could wish for anything in the whole world, what would it be?" Repeatedly my friends have asked me that question over our six years at Shadowglen Academy in New York, USA. I have yet to answer them.I could never come up with a worthwhile answer, something that actually meant something to me or something I desperately wanted. But tonight I had an answer.
"To meet and marry the gothic, sarcastic man of my dreams."
They groaned.
"Surprise, surprise," Seth stated. "We all know that. We're all Goths remember? We know you wouldn't want anyone else."
My friends Seth, Chris, Strat, Benji, Gabriel, and I had been thought a joke in our first year at Shadowglen; wearing black on no uniform days, starting a bit of trouble in some classes.Contrary to what our Headmistress believed, we didn't provoke people, they provoked us. It was because of the goody-two-shoed jocks and perfect people that we went around acting like we did-hexing, cursing (verbally), blowing them off. They taunted us until the little kiddies realized that first year Barbara didn't take Charms or Transfiguration Class. In fact, they weren't even on her schedule!
Well, many rumors were made over this, but somehow, and don't ask me how, it's as much a mystery to me as it is to you, the truth got out. I use wandless magic. Big deal. I also follow some parts of the Wicca magic too, but you don't see people making anything out of that.
And now we're going into seventh year. Mr. Delton will be allowing me to teach potions to second and third years, along with my continuation of first year classes. He announced he found me fully capable and responsible enough to take his position in the school, which made me ecstatic because potions is one of my favorite subjects, next to Defense Against the Dark Arts and Dance (which I also choreograph). I hope-
"Barb! Snap out of it!" Gabe punctuated his words by snapping his fingers in my face, which I appropriately swatted away. "We've got mail."
He was right, my friends all had their owls and Rhea, my raven, was patiently waiting for my on my desk.
"Thanks girl. There's some food left out in the kitchen." Rhea, the dear, rubbed her head against my hand and flew off in the direction I was currently pointing to.
I looked curiously at the letter. It had an H symbol on the seal, something I have never seen before. I shared a few looks with my friends, then opened it.
: Miss Bieck,
I am deeply sorry to report that your school, Shadowglen Academy, has suffered a Death Eater attack only two days ago. Their reasons for this stack are unclear, but the Academy has been completely destroyed. The school is splitting it's attendants between Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Silverview to complete the rest of their educations. You have been selected to perform your seventh year at Hogwarts. A list of your needed school supplies is enclosed. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.
Minerva McGonagall
What? What the hell is going on? Oh my God, the school! It's gone! How the hell.aah! My potions lessons! How will I ever be able to teach first to third years now?!? I was depending on that! That was supposed to give me experience in the teaching field god damnit! What am I supposed to do now while my friends-my friend!
-At this I broke away from my thoughts and looked at the rest of the people in my group. I asked the fatal question-
"Whose attending Hogwarts?" I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry.
Every single one of them raised their hand.
July 28, 1996: "Come on, Barb. If you could wish for anything in the whole world, what would it be?" Repeatedly my friends have asked me that question over our six years at Shadowglen Academy in New York, USA. I have yet to answer them.I could never come up with a worthwhile answer, something that actually meant something to me or something I desperately wanted. But tonight I had an answer.
"To meet and marry the gothic, sarcastic man of my dreams."
They groaned.
"Surprise, surprise," Seth stated. "We all know that. We're all Goths remember? We know you wouldn't want anyone else."
My friends Seth, Chris, Strat, Benji, Gabriel, and I had been thought a joke in our first year at Shadowglen; wearing black on no uniform days, starting a bit of trouble in some classes.Contrary to what our Headmistress believed, we didn't provoke people, they provoked us. It was because of the goody-two-shoed jocks and perfect people that we went around acting like we did-hexing, cursing (verbally), blowing them off. They taunted us until the little kiddies realized that first year Barbara didn't take Charms or Transfiguration Class. In fact, they weren't even on her schedule!
Well, many rumors were made over this, but somehow, and don't ask me how, it's as much a mystery to me as it is to you, the truth got out. I use wandless magic. Big deal. I also follow some parts of the Wicca magic too, but you don't see people making anything out of that.
And now we're going into seventh year. Mr. Delton will be allowing me to teach potions to second and third years, along with my continuation of first year classes. He announced he found me fully capable and responsible enough to take his position in the school, which made me ecstatic because potions is one of my favorite subjects, next to Defense Against the Dark Arts and Dance (which I also choreograph). I hope-
"Barb! Snap out of it!" Gabe punctuated his words by snapping his fingers in my face, which I appropriately swatted away. "We've got mail."
He was right, my friends all had their owls and Rhea, my raven, was patiently waiting for my on my desk.
"Thanks girl. There's some food left out in the kitchen." Rhea, the dear, rubbed her head against my hand and flew off in the direction I was currently pointing to.
I looked curiously at the letter. It had an H symbol on the seal, something I have never seen before. I shared a few looks with my friends, then opened it.
: Miss Bieck,
I am deeply sorry to report that your school, Shadowglen Academy, has suffered a Death Eater attack only two days ago. Their reasons for this stack are unclear, but the Academy has been completely destroyed. The school is splitting it's attendants between Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Silverview to complete the rest of their educations. You have been selected to perform your seventh year at Hogwarts. A list of your needed school supplies is enclosed. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.
Minerva McGonagall
What? What the hell is going on? Oh my God, the school! It's gone! How the hell.aah! My potions lessons! How will I ever be able to teach first to third years now?!? I was depending on that! That was supposed to give me experience in the teaching field god damnit! What am I supposed to do now while my friends-my friend!
-At this I broke away from my thoughts and looked at the rest of the people in my group. I asked the fatal question-
"Whose attending Hogwarts?" I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry.
Every single one of them raised their hand.