The meeting with a Wizard
Dear Stranger,
yet I am writing to you again. I would be very pleased if you would tell me when excatly you are going to pay a call to the modest house of Stuarts' women as I do not wish my mother to know about it and I am sure either would you.
The second reason I am writing this letter is that I want to thank you. You do not even know how your letter made me happy. Shocked, of course, but happy. Perhaps I do not understand many things yet and I am a bit perplexed, but I believe you will explain some things the soonest as it is possible.
I had a dream last night, you know? I heared that there is something about first dreams on new beds, but I do not remember what. Anyways, I dreamt about myself standing in white space. And there is a rain of old, beautiful books, red, green and very dark blue. The green ones are signed with my name on first page, the blue ones are signed with yours, I don't remember whose name is on the red ones. Paper is whirring.
Do you have any idea what can it mean? I have such strange dreams lately. Like the one I had the night after, when I wrote the first letter. I dreamt about some dark forest and there was a procession of ghostly-like people in long black cloaks and hoods. They were standing in a circle and saying some words that I did not understand, with hands raised. It was actually scary, but there was also some… silver stag running.
Please, do not laugh. It was the first time that I had such a dream.
I used to explain some of my friend's dreams and she used to say that I was right almost everytime. This time, I cannot say anything. Maybe you know someone who can explain this kind of dreams? I suppose that you teach something like that in your school.
Please, answer quickly about the date of your visit. It is important.
Yours truly,
Natalie S.
*
I'm a bit stressed again and whole my flat smells this think against moths. I cough and lie on a couch with a big box of tissues.
I'm totally, absolutely, most definitely sick. Unfortunately. And it's Christmas Day itself! I'm sitting alone in the house, mom and sister went to aunt's for dinner, so of course, I'm in front of the computer and listening to some music.
He didn't answer for my letter yet. It wasn't rude. But I believe he will do it. I know he will do it.
Will he?
Balthasarus is sort of sick too, he ate angel's hair. He hides in my bed.
The sign on my hand disappears. But I remember.
*
The real snowy winter came right with the beginning of New Year. Just as his answer – well, at least I noticed it just before I went to my almost best friend's on the New Year's Eve' movie maraton.
It was very short. He said he'll come next Wednesday afternoon.
I'm waiting. It's the day after tomorrow. Soon.
And the dreams keep coming to my head, even if I don't want them.
*
Today I feel like a demon's child. Maybe it sounds funny, but I cannot name it in any other way. I feel it in my blood – its pressure is slightly higher than usual. Thoughts are running differently through my head.
I'm nervous. It's even quite funny, because I am perfectly sure, that someday, maybe even tomorrow or tonight I will be laughing from it, which is very typical for me. But now nothing can make me laugh sincerely.
Snow keeps falling and melting, falling and melting.
A bell on the door.
They've come. Oh my God. Oh my God! One last look to the mirror in the hall – do I look fine? Is my hair alright? Well, it's acceptable. I did my best to look good. I open the front door.
"Good afternoon, Natalie" Snape says. And on his right… nomen-omen, Hogwarts' Headmaster Albus Dumbledore himself, with his long white beard and hair and half-moon glasses on the most hooked nose I have ever seen. They both look… I don't know, funny, in long robes that I don't see on people usually, Snape of course his usual black, Dumbledore dark violet. I would think I like this kind of colour very much, if I hadn't been so nervous.
Merlin, help me.
When did I start cursing like this?
"Um, good afternoon. Come in, come in. Welcome to my house, er…"
They look around. My house is not very rich. I can't help it.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" I say quietly, guiding them on the right, to the living room, which is also my mother's bedroom. Then I run to kitchen, to make this tea and of course almost fall on the bend. Yes. Tea is good. Very good.
I act like an idiot. Hit me.
When the tea is hot ready and smelling good (they're English, I bet they won't like it!), I enter the room. Snape and Dumbledore are sitting on the couch, like they would never leave nor do anything alese and chatting about something, probably some semi-philosophical or moral problem. What else such wizards would talk about?
"…No Severus, you see, when we think about it the way as it was written in 'One thousand and…'…is the tea ready, Natalie?" Dumbledore says, most calmly and very warmly. Ah, what a man. I feel a bit better now "Don't be so nervous, one could think you are going to faint, my dear"
Please, tell me if I'm dreaming. Do something. Do something.
I sit next to them. Gee. Did I eat something alive today if I feel something moving inside my stomach?
Balthasarus the Cat walks to the room. Yeah, he was the only person that was missing here! Actually it's a bit odd that he didn't hide in the bathroom or my room when two strangers – and particularly men, came here. He does that almost every time.
To my astonishment, Balthasarus starts to miaou and murmure and jumps on the couch just to place himself right on Severus Snape's knees.
"What a nice… cat…" he says very slowly, while Dumbledore already scratches him behind ears. I wonder if cats do have something with magic. I've read something about it once. They see things.
Merlin, have I said something about helping me? Just forget it…
But even Snape is not as angry (?) as I would expect it. Actually he seems to be not angry at all, only confused. Dumbledore doesn't care at all. That's funny.
But after the tea and a little nervous converstion, they start to talk…
*
"Well, does it mean you're going to to visit me at days?" I asked Professor, which was a while after headmaster Dumbledore left my humble house and deported himself somewhere. Snape stayed, he said he wants to talk with me for a while. I wonder what about. Should I be scared?
"Occasionaly. You must note your dreams. And I will watch you in general"
"Isn't it a bit spying?"
"A bit. But we must know if someone would discover you… gift" (Ha! He still doesn't want to admit that it is some kind of gift… I'm just not sure if good or bad)
"And think why does a Muggle have a gift of Dreaming?"
"That one too, Natalie"
I like when he calls me by name. Once I didn't like it, I wanted to be named Julia or Dominique, but now I think it's quite nice.
"Until your next visit, then"
"Indeed. Goodnight, miss Stuart"
"Goodnight…"
And he's gone.
Now they are Wizards. With a big W. I'm afraid of them, both of them. Not that they will harm me, but they will definitely change many things in my poor life.
And I wanted a change? Yes. I did. I must remember that some of my wishes tend to become true in very funny ways.
A song for today: Red Hot Chili Peppers "Fortune Faded"
(A/N: OK, I hadn't got and idea for good song for this chapter)