Leigh awoke Tuesday to the morning sun slanting through her room. She
rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, she planned on running some
errands that she had been neglecting.
She had spent three solid days reading those silly books. They had been very entertaining and after reading them she was convinced that they were nothing more than fiction that was well thought out. Perhaps someone was deluded that this was the way the world really was, two types of people, Muggles and magical folk. After all she had read other fantasy stories that had seemed so realistic that she would almost believe them. She had even considered sending them in to a publisher but had decided against it because that would be suspicious at best.
She had also decided that the meeting this headmaster had promised was most definitely not going to take place. There was no way a professor from a school such as she had read about would show up on her doorstep requesting her help in teaching a bunch of underage witches and wizards. It made her smile just to think about it, she pictured the man in the tall pointy hat standing outside her door asking if she would pretty please come teach, it was absurd.
She dressed in a pair of jeans that hit way below her belly button, the new low rise style, and a light pink tank top. She may have been a teacher, she always reasoned, but that didn't mean she had to dress like one all the time, at least not as long as she had the body of a 22 year old to show off.
She headed out to the grocery store and got some things for the dinner she had planned to make. Then she headed out shopping, buying herself a few end of school presents and some books to read, now that she was done with the magical ones. She stopped by and picked up a movie from a rental place and then headed home again.
Once at home with everything put away she watched a movie and generally loafed around until she got hungry. She decided now was as good a time as any to make her specialty, chicken and dumplings. She had considered doing it the old fashioned way, the way she had been taught, from scratch but when she thought of the time it took she quickly decided on the more modern way. What with all the mixes and ready made things on the market now you didn't have to know how to do anything in the kitchen but follow directions.
She pulled the flour out of the cupboard then a can of biscuits out of the refrigerator. She sprinkled the counter with flour and began rolling out the biscuits, one at a time, each one she sprinkled with some flour and then cut into strips. She placed the first few biscuit dumplings into the water then went back to rolling the biscuits.
As she sprinkled the next biscuit with flour she heard an extremely loud pop from the area of her back yard immediately followed by an identical pop. She jumped spraying herself with flour, cursing she tried in vain to brush the flour from her shirt with her equally flour covered hands.
She walked around the cabinets to the dinning area brushing herself off, when she looked up she let a small screech escape her lips for standing right outside her sliding door were two very strange looking people. It was a man and a woman each wearing what could only be described as robes, odd yes but in this summer heat, incredibly strange.
The woman wore square glasses and had her black hair pulled back into a very tight bun giving her face a distinctly stern look. Her lips were pursed and she looked noticeably tense but completely composed. The man on the other hand looked very sour indeed, his greasy black hair hanging into his ashen face. He looked the definition of frightening to Leigh.
The odd pair stared through the opening where only a screen separated them from Leigh. She stood there eyeing the two strangers, sizing them up, figuring out what they were there for. When the thought occurred to her that she had forgotten about the promised visit from Hogwarts professors she paled. This could not be possible.
Eventually the woman said in a voice as stern as her face, "May we come in, Miss Knightly?"
She had spent three solid days reading those silly books. They had been very entertaining and after reading them she was convinced that they were nothing more than fiction that was well thought out. Perhaps someone was deluded that this was the way the world really was, two types of people, Muggles and magical folk. After all she had read other fantasy stories that had seemed so realistic that she would almost believe them. She had even considered sending them in to a publisher but had decided against it because that would be suspicious at best.
She had also decided that the meeting this headmaster had promised was most definitely not going to take place. There was no way a professor from a school such as she had read about would show up on her doorstep requesting her help in teaching a bunch of underage witches and wizards. It made her smile just to think about it, she pictured the man in the tall pointy hat standing outside her door asking if she would pretty please come teach, it was absurd.
She dressed in a pair of jeans that hit way below her belly button, the new low rise style, and a light pink tank top. She may have been a teacher, she always reasoned, but that didn't mean she had to dress like one all the time, at least not as long as she had the body of a 22 year old to show off.
She headed out to the grocery store and got some things for the dinner she had planned to make. Then she headed out shopping, buying herself a few end of school presents and some books to read, now that she was done with the magical ones. She stopped by and picked up a movie from a rental place and then headed home again.
Once at home with everything put away she watched a movie and generally loafed around until she got hungry. She decided now was as good a time as any to make her specialty, chicken and dumplings. She had considered doing it the old fashioned way, the way she had been taught, from scratch but when she thought of the time it took she quickly decided on the more modern way. What with all the mixes and ready made things on the market now you didn't have to know how to do anything in the kitchen but follow directions.
She pulled the flour out of the cupboard then a can of biscuits out of the refrigerator. She sprinkled the counter with flour and began rolling out the biscuits, one at a time, each one she sprinkled with some flour and then cut into strips. She placed the first few biscuit dumplings into the water then went back to rolling the biscuits.
As she sprinkled the next biscuit with flour she heard an extremely loud pop from the area of her back yard immediately followed by an identical pop. She jumped spraying herself with flour, cursing she tried in vain to brush the flour from her shirt with her equally flour covered hands.
She walked around the cabinets to the dinning area brushing herself off, when she looked up she let a small screech escape her lips for standing right outside her sliding door were two very strange looking people. It was a man and a woman each wearing what could only be described as robes, odd yes but in this summer heat, incredibly strange.
The woman wore square glasses and had her black hair pulled back into a very tight bun giving her face a distinctly stern look. Her lips were pursed and she looked noticeably tense but completely composed. The man on the other hand looked very sour indeed, his greasy black hair hanging into his ashen face. He looked the definition of frightening to Leigh.
The odd pair stared through the opening where only a screen separated them from Leigh. She stood there eyeing the two strangers, sizing them up, figuring out what they were there for. When the thought occurred to her that she had forgotten about the promised visit from Hogwarts professors she paled. This could not be possible.
Eventually the woman said in a voice as stern as her face, "May we come in, Miss Knightly?"