OMG! I feel so loved! If only by one person, but whatever. PokElilpupE,
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Yes, I am Mrs. Rowling. I am currently living somewhere in England, becoming a hermit as to write my sixth book without being mauled by fans.
Yeah, right
The next morning I woke up feeling funny, a little cold maybe, like something was going to happen. I made it down to breakfast rather slowly; the stairs didn't want to stay still. I didn't eat anything anyway - all I did was lie on the couch with my head on the ceiling. I stayed there all morning and most of the afternoon. That is, until the mail arrived.
"Mail!" my dad called as he came home from work, "Looks like something from Lauren, she always has weird envelopes."
I sat up, only vaguely interested in why anybody was writing to me - I hadn't given my address to anyone. I picked up a tan letter with green writing on it.
Slowly, I tore it open and skimmed through the note and its contents. My hand flew to my mouth as the full meaning hit me. Dashing to get dressed, I ran to Oliver's; he had to read this.
"OLIVER!" I screamed, coming towards his house, "Oliver," banging on his door, "Please answer!" I went to knock another time, but it was opened as I brought my fist up.
"Um, Mr. Wood, I presume," I whispered sheepishly, bringing it back down.
He was a tall, bulky man, one not to be messed with, but I had to see Oliver.
"Is Oliver around?" I asked as politely as possible.
"I'm here," I heard him say, appearing from behind his father's back, "Dad, this is Claire, the girl I was telling you about."
"Yes, well, I was expecting a boy to come asking for your sister, not vice- versa," he gave a short chuckle, "You can see him, as long as you don't hurt my Baby Girl." Mr. Wood shook his finger at me like I was the boyfriend.
"Don't worry about that sir," I lowered my voice, "she's in good hands."
Oliver turned a color that put Mother Nature to shame. He stepped out and closed the door on his dad's face.
"What's so important," he growled, clearly embarrassed.
"This," I said, shoving the letter into his hands.
"What is it?"
"Read," I told him.
He cleared his throat and started: "Dear Miss D'Etoile,
"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted.." He gaped at the letter.
"Go on!"
".. That you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he paused to stare at me and went on, "We apologize for Salem's School of Witchcraft's neglect to your requirements as a witch. Please buy the following items. Your term begins on August 20 as to prepare you for the coming year and have you sorted. We await your reply no later than July 31. Signed, Professor McGonagall." He stood there looking very stunned for a long time.
"So, do you need help?"
I squealed and ran to hug him. He returned the embrace and told me, "We need to go to London again, do realize that?" I squeezed him again.
Once more, a chill came over me and I looked around to see Mr. Wood watching us from the window.
"Come on in, I'll show you some of the things you need," Oliver said, pulling me through the door.
I was in a whole other world when he shut the door. There was an owl in the living room and a cauldron in the kitchen, boiling over with something purple-ish. I must have looked amazed because Oliver laughed quietly and started pointing things out to me.
".. And to your left you will see a chest filled with the many necessary things you will need for your year at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts," his dad interrupted, "I thought you said she was a muggle!"
"She was, Da, but she got her letter this morning. She's going to Hogwarts!"
He looked dubious, so I decided to give him proof to believe us.
"Here Mr. Wood, read it," I handed the letter to him.
He quietly studied it for a while and seemed satisfied.
"How did you know to bring it to Oliver? Up to now, you shouldn't have known he was what he is," he snarled, giving me a suspicious glare that bore a hole in me. I was helpless until Oliver spoke up.
"I told her, last night." He looked terrified, but said it anyway. All his father did was stare at us with an evil eye and turn away, saying over his shoulder,
"Show her around, she'll be needin' a heads up on things."
Oliver appeared triumphant and proceeded to show me his books and wand. In the middle of my 'lesson', he brought something to my attention that had a big affect on my balloon of happiness.
"Claire, do your parents know about this? You being a witch and all?"
"Well, of course they - ," I said without thinking. No, come to think of it, I ran out before telling them.
"Oliver, I have to go! They need to know!" Another time, I ran out abruptly on him, I figured it should be our good bye. "Oh! I need my...." I opened the door to find him there holding the letter out for me.
"Thank you," I mouthed, taking it.
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When I told my parents, they were less than ecstatic. My father didn't believe me until he had checked it over no less than ten times for forgery and my mum couldn't grasp the idea I was to live at this place almost all year (save Christmas and Easter break.). She lightened up when I explained to her that I had stayed home four years longer than most kids and schooling was free.
Their first intelligent question was where would I get my supplies, no where in London could you find a place that sold wands and books like Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, although it maybe possible, it is London.
I told them that Oliver and his family would help us because they are magical too, and knew the places these were to be bought at. They finally agreed and I ran to fill him in on when we could go.
A/N - have fun re-reading this a lot; 10 pages on word and it only came out to 5 chapters here, go figure. BTW, Miss pokElilpupE, spread the word please ^.^
Yes, I am Mrs. Rowling. I am currently living somewhere in England, becoming a hermit as to write my sixth book without being mauled by fans.
Yeah, right
The next morning I woke up feeling funny, a little cold maybe, like something was going to happen. I made it down to breakfast rather slowly; the stairs didn't want to stay still. I didn't eat anything anyway - all I did was lie on the couch with my head on the ceiling. I stayed there all morning and most of the afternoon. That is, until the mail arrived.
"Mail!" my dad called as he came home from work, "Looks like something from Lauren, she always has weird envelopes."
I sat up, only vaguely interested in why anybody was writing to me - I hadn't given my address to anyone. I picked up a tan letter with green writing on it.
Slowly, I tore it open and skimmed through the note and its contents. My hand flew to my mouth as the full meaning hit me. Dashing to get dressed, I ran to Oliver's; he had to read this.
"OLIVER!" I screamed, coming towards his house, "Oliver," banging on his door, "Please answer!" I went to knock another time, but it was opened as I brought my fist up.
"Um, Mr. Wood, I presume," I whispered sheepishly, bringing it back down.
He was a tall, bulky man, one not to be messed with, but I had to see Oliver.
"Is Oliver around?" I asked as politely as possible.
"I'm here," I heard him say, appearing from behind his father's back, "Dad, this is Claire, the girl I was telling you about."
"Yes, well, I was expecting a boy to come asking for your sister, not vice- versa," he gave a short chuckle, "You can see him, as long as you don't hurt my Baby Girl." Mr. Wood shook his finger at me like I was the boyfriend.
"Don't worry about that sir," I lowered my voice, "she's in good hands."
Oliver turned a color that put Mother Nature to shame. He stepped out and closed the door on his dad's face.
"What's so important," he growled, clearly embarrassed.
"This," I said, shoving the letter into his hands.
"What is it?"
"Read," I told him.
He cleared his throat and started: "Dear Miss D'Etoile,
"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted.." He gaped at the letter.
"Go on!"
".. That you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he paused to stare at me and went on, "We apologize for Salem's School of Witchcraft's neglect to your requirements as a witch. Please buy the following items. Your term begins on August 20 as to prepare you for the coming year and have you sorted. We await your reply no later than July 31. Signed, Professor McGonagall." He stood there looking very stunned for a long time.
"So, do you need help?"
I squealed and ran to hug him. He returned the embrace and told me, "We need to go to London again, do realize that?" I squeezed him again.
Once more, a chill came over me and I looked around to see Mr. Wood watching us from the window.
"Come on in, I'll show you some of the things you need," Oliver said, pulling me through the door.
I was in a whole other world when he shut the door. There was an owl in the living room and a cauldron in the kitchen, boiling over with something purple-ish. I must have looked amazed because Oliver laughed quietly and started pointing things out to me.
".. And to your left you will see a chest filled with the many necessary things you will need for your year at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts," his dad interrupted, "I thought you said she was a muggle!"
"She was, Da, but she got her letter this morning. She's going to Hogwarts!"
He looked dubious, so I decided to give him proof to believe us.
"Here Mr. Wood, read it," I handed the letter to him.
He quietly studied it for a while and seemed satisfied.
"How did you know to bring it to Oliver? Up to now, you shouldn't have known he was what he is," he snarled, giving me a suspicious glare that bore a hole in me. I was helpless until Oliver spoke up.
"I told her, last night." He looked terrified, but said it anyway. All his father did was stare at us with an evil eye and turn away, saying over his shoulder,
"Show her around, she'll be needin' a heads up on things."
Oliver appeared triumphant and proceeded to show me his books and wand. In the middle of my 'lesson', he brought something to my attention that had a big affect on my balloon of happiness.
"Claire, do your parents know about this? You being a witch and all?"
"Well, of course they - ," I said without thinking. No, come to think of it, I ran out before telling them.
"Oliver, I have to go! They need to know!" Another time, I ran out abruptly on him, I figured it should be our good bye. "Oh! I need my...." I opened the door to find him there holding the letter out for me.
"Thank you," I mouthed, taking it.
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When I told my parents, they were less than ecstatic. My father didn't believe me until he had checked it over no less than ten times for forgery and my mum couldn't grasp the idea I was to live at this place almost all year (save Christmas and Easter break.). She lightened up when I explained to her that I had stayed home four years longer than most kids and schooling was free.
Their first intelligent question was where would I get my supplies, no where in London could you find a place that sold wands and books like Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, although it maybe possible, it is London.
I told them that Oliver and his family would help us because they are magical too, and knew the places these were to be bought at. They finally agreed and I ran to fill him in on when we could go.
A/N - have fun re-reading this a lot; 10 pages on word and it only came out to 5 chapters here, go figure. BTW, Miss pokElilpupE, spread the word please ^.^
