The year is 1937. Five years before the opening of the Chamber of Secrets
OUT OF THE DARK
There was a face. It was a well-rounded face framed by thin wiry glasses. A practiced pout took the place of her full lips. Chubby arms crossed as she set into a wail that so embarrassed her father that he covered his ears and walked the other way. "Why can't I have the owl?" Randall jumped to the side anticipating a lunge. He was, as usual, correct. She lunged for the cage containing the desired barn owl knocking over the cage in which her own familiar was contained, a ginger cat by the name of Crookshanks.
"Now look what you've done. Randall, go fetch your sister's cat. Myrtle, I swear. If you do anything rash enough to draw the attention of Dumbledore at Hogwarts, I'll see to it myself that you're given a month's worth of detention." Cindy Measly peered out at Myrtle from behind her square-framed spectacles. Her short brown hair was wound neatly in a bun. Robert Measly peered from around the corner. Seeing that everything was clear, he walked sheepishly back.
Robert Measly was not a coward. A short man and balding, he was, in fact, one of the most well respected wizards. He wrote magnificent adventure tales involving dragons and evil wizards bent on taking over the world. He was, as the Daily Prophet loved to call him, the Shakespeare of wizardry times. He wore thick glasses with brown frames. Always stuttering and fidgeting, he drove Cindy insane.
"Robert, My God! Stop fidgeting. Now take Myrtle to finish her shopping; Randall and I are going home." Before Robert could reply, Cindy had grabbed Randall by the hand and conjured a portkey. Without a word, Robert led Myrtle to Olivander's to find her very first wand, Seven-Inch Cedar Wood with a Unicorn Hair.
Chapter One
In Which Myrtle Gets Sorted
"First Years this way!"
OUT OF THE DARK
There was a face. It was a well-rounded face framed by thin wiry glasses. A practiced pout took the place of her full lips. Chubby arms crossed as she set into a wail that so embarrassed her father that he covered his ears and walked the other way. "Why can't I have the owl?" Randall jumped to the side anticipating a lunge. He was, as usual, correct. She lunged for the cage containing the desired barn owl knocking over the cage in which her own familiar was contained, a ginger cat by the name of Crookshanks.
"Now look what you've done. Randall, go fetch your sister's cat. Myrtle, I swear. If you do anything rash enough to draw the attention of Dumbledore at Hogwarts, I'll see to it myself that you're given a month's worth of detention." Cindy Measly peered out at Myrtle from behind her square-framed spectacles. Her short brown hair was wound neatly in a bun. Robert Measly peered from around the corner. Seeing that everything was clear, he walked sheepishly back.
Robert Measly was not a coward. A short man and balding, he was, in fact, one of the most well respected wizards. He wrote magnificent adventure tales involving dragons and evil wizards bent on taking over the world. He was, as the Daily Prophet loved to call him, the Shakespeare of wizardry times. He wore thick glasses with brown frames. Always stuttering and fidgeting, he drove Cindy insane.
"Robert, My God! Stop fidgeting. Now take Myrtle to finish her shopping; Randall and I are going home." Before Robert could reply, Cindy had grabbed Randall by the hand and conjured a portkey. Without a word, Robert led Myrtle to Olivander's to find her very first wand, Seven-Inch Cedar Wood with a Unicorn Hair.
Chapter One
In Which Myrtle Gets Sorted
"First Years this way!"