Disclaimer: I almost forgot that I have to say none of this is mine. My
silly American friend is mine, all else belongs to Ms. J.K. Rowling, I am
not the genius who created this world. This applies to any further
chapters.
AN: Ok so the idea for this story came from OotP where Snape says:
"Only Muggles talk of 'mind reading.' The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many- layered thing, Potter."
I thought, wouldn't it be interesting if he was wrong, what if it was a Muggle that could do it. So here it is, my interpretation of what might happen if a Muggle could read minds and if she got recruited to work at Hogwarts. She's American because I am and I don't think I could write British very well, so forgive me that. I don't know how to do italics so thoughts are in single quotations, just let me know if it's confusing and I will change it.
The Secrets of the Mind
The sky was a brilliant blue, the type you don't typically see on such a hot day in the middle of summer. There were no clouds in sight and the air was tinged with a hint of lilac blossoms. Everything seemed to sparkle with the beautiful day.
Leigh Intinn walked down the streets of the small London suburb towards her modest home. She had a bag slung over one arm and was wearing jeans with a white t-shirt, her honey colored hair pulled back in a sloppy bun.
She approached her home and began digging into her bag for keys; she found them as she trudged up the front walk. She unlocked the door and let herself into the small entrance where she dropped the bag and slumped onto the stairs. She was so tired, it had been a long day, her last day until next school year began.
Leigh was a teacher of history at a large private school near her home and today she had taken down all of her materials and cleaned out all of the closets and such. She felt sweaty and dusty and completely disgusting after working in the heat of the beautiful day without any air conditioning. The people around here weren't used to this warm weather this early in the summer, the school was not air conditioned.
She was trying to collect the energy to go get a nice cool drink when a letter came through the mail slot in the door and landed on the floor in front of her. 'I didn't know the mail came this late'; she thought as she leaned down and looked at the letter.
The address was hand written in bright green ink, the paper was yellowish and old looking, and it was addressed to
Leigh Intinn Knightly
510 Brighton Way
South Woodford, Outer East
United Kingdom.
Suddenly she noticed there was no stamp or a return address and without even touching the letter jumped to her feet and flung the door open. There was nobody there, nor was there anyone outside at all, everyone was inside away from the heat of the sun. She turned and looked at the letter again, she knew that a person had not delivered it, she hadn't heard them nor could she see them now, but the letter had come none the less.
She closed the door and sat on the bottom step contemplating the letter on the floor. She made a concerted decision to pick it up and leaned down and slowly reached out her hand. As soon as her fingers grazed the edge of the thick yellow parchment she knew that an owl had delivered the letter from very far away, she knew nothing of the sender though, which was very strange.
She took the letter up and held it for a moment, but still nothing came of the sender. She flipped the letter over and saw a purple wax seal with a coat of arms of some sort, it had four animals and a large H in the center, she didn't recognize the seal. Curiosity consumed her as she tore open the envelope and found a letter inside written in the same hand as the address and the same emerald green. The parchment, for that is what it was written on, held the letterhead,
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
The latter had a list of titles beneath it with silly names such as Order of Merlin and Supreme Mugwump.
She felt herself chuckle a bit as she picked up her bag and carried it and the letter into the kitchen. She was no longer as intrigued by the letter; it seemed it was either a joke or some sort of junk mail, for the moment she forgot the way it arrived. She poured herself a glass of sweet tea; she still had not become accustomed to the English tea and always craved the good old fashioned sweet tea of her childhood.
She sat at the table and pulled the letter towards her again and began to read it, below the letterhead the letter began:
Ms. Knightly,
I am writing to extend to you an offer of employment. The position required is professor at a large private school. The school requires a live-in situation and we are willing to accommodate all of your needs and requests.
As Headmaster of the school I am imploring you to take this as a serious offer. I am willing to pay you twice what you would earn at any other institution and the chance to learn more about the world around you.
I will send along a book detailing the school and its history called, Hogwarts, A History. I will also include a book about the world this school and our students are a part of called, A History of Magic.
I will send a colleague of mine and professor at the school to find your answer. I believe five days will be a sufficient amount of time for you to get an idea of what our school is like and to allow a concerted decision to be made. Please expect my colleague at 5:00 on Tuesday.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Leigh gaped at the letter unable to think of anything that might make this understandable in the least. She did not know many people who would play this type of trick and she could not think of anyone who would want to do something as silly as this. It was ridiculous to think that someone thought she was gullible enough to believe in this type of thing. But still something bothered her, perhaps the means of transportation of the letter, or perhaps that she didn't even get a glimmer of who the sender might be.
AN: Ok so the idea for this story came from OotP where Snape says:
"Only Muggles talk of 'mind reading.' The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many- layered thing, Potter."
I thought, wouldn't it be interesting if he was wrong, what if it was a Muggle that could do it. So here it is, my interpretation of what might happen if a Muggle could read minds and if she got recruited to work at Hogwarts. She's American because I am and I don't think I could write British very well, so forgive me that. I don't know how to do italics so thoughts are in single quotations, just let me know if it's confusing and I will change it.
The Secrets of the Mind
The sky was a brilliant blue, the type you don't typically see on such a hot day in the middle of summer. There were no clouds in sight and the air was tinged with a hint of lilac blossoms. Everything seemed to sparkle with the beautiful day.
Leigh Intinn walked down the streets of the small London suburb towards her modest home. She had a bag slung over one arm and was wearing jeans with a white t-shirt, her honey colored hair pulled back in a sloppy bun.
She approached her home and began digging into her bag for keys; she found them as she trudged up the front walk. She unlocked the door and let herself into the small entrance where she dropped the bag and slumped onto the stairs. She was so tired, it had been a long day, her last day until next school year began.
Leigh was a teacher of history at a large private school near her home and today she had taken down all of her materials and cleaned out all of the closets and such. She felt sweaty and dusty and completely disgusting after working in the heat of the beautiful day without any air conditioning. The people around here weren't used to this warm weather this early in the summer, the school was not air conditioned.
She was trying to collect the energy to go get a nice cool drink when a letter came through the mail slot in the door and landed on the floor in front of her. 'I didn't know the mail came this late'; she thought as she leaned down and looked at the letter.
The address was hand written in bright green ink, the paper was yellowish and old looking, and it was addressed to
Leigh Intinn Knightly
510 Brighton Way
South Woodford, Outer East
United Kingdom.
Suddenly she noticed there was no stamp or a return address and without even touching the letter jumped to her feet and flung the door open. There was nobody there, nor was there anyone outside at all, everyone was inside away from the heat of the sun. She turned and looked at the letter again, she knew that a person had not delivered it, she hadn't heard them nor could she see them now, but the letter had come none the less.
She closed the door and sat on the bottom step contemplating the letter on the floor. She made a concerted decision to pick it up and leaned down and slowly reached out her hand. As soon as her fingers grazed the edge of the thick yellow parchment she knew that an owl had delivered the letter from very far away, she knew nothing of the sender though, which was very strange.
She took the letter up and held it for a moment, but still nothing came of the sender. She flipped the letter over and saw a purple wax seal with a coat of arms of some sort, it had four animals and a large H in the center, she didn't recognize the seal. Curiosity consumed her as she tore open the envelope and found a letter inside written in the same hand as the address and the same emerald green. The parchment, for that is what it was written on, held the letterhead,
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
The latter had a list of titles beneath it with silly names such as Order of Merlin and Supreme Mugwump.
She felt herself chuckle a bit as she picked up her bag and carried it and the letter into the kitchen. She was no longer as intrigued by the letter; it seemed it was either a joke or some sort of junk mail, for the moment she forgot the way it arrived. She poured herself a glass of sweet tea; she still had not become accustomed to the English tea and always craved the good old fashioned sweet tea of her childhood.
She sat at the table and pulled the letter towards her again and began to read it, below the letterhead the letter began:
Ms. Knightly,
I am writing to extend to you an offer of employment. The position required is professor at a large private school. The school requires a live-in situation and we are willing to accommodate all of your needs and requests.
As Headmaster of the school I am imploring you to take this as a serious offer. I am willing to pay you twice what you would earn at any other institution and the chance to learn more about the world around you.
I will send along a book detailing the school and its history called, Hogwarts, A History. I will also include a book about the world this school and our students are a part of called, A History of Magic.
I will send a colleague of mine and professor at the school to find your answer. I believe five days will be a sufficient amount of time for you to get an idea of what our school is like and to allow a concerted decision to be made. Please expect my colleague at 5:00 on Tuesday.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Leigh gaped at the letter unable to think of anything that might make this understandable in the least. She did not know many people who would play this type of trick and she could not think of anyone who would want to do something as silly as this. It was ridiculous to think that someone thought she was gullible enough to believe in this type of thing. But still something bothered her, perhaps the means of transportation of the letter, or perhaps that she didn't even get a glimmer of who the sender might be.