I know I know its taken me too long to write this but forgive me I'm slow
on the uptakes sometimes. Before we begin I have a few next chapter notes
to start with. To those who reviewed thank you! Your great! To those who
flamed me-congrats you have not done one thing to dampen my spirit! Sorry
that you feel the need to flame me because your own story sucks....anywho.
that's all for now if I need to alert you of something ill tell you trust
me. So onto the next item on the agenda for this chapter.
DISCLAIMER( I do not own any of these characters. On the contrary they all belong to great mind of J.K Rowling, I am just that hidden author that she has stolen all of her ideas from. No really I only own Nix, her story/family, and anything else you think I do own. (Oh and by the way ... good charlotte does suck and before now I never said anything about that subject) and the last item on the agenda....
A few weeks later, after classes had started and it was back to the same old, she received a letter in the middle of History of Magic. Professor Binns stood at the front of the class droning about goblin massacres, when a barn owl knocked on the window with its free talon. Quickly glancing at the Professor she slipped out from the desk and across the room. A few students blinked out of their stupor to watch what was happening.
She pushed the window open and brought the owl in. She slipped back into her desk silently. The professor seemed to be oblivious to everything.
"Err... professor?" She said slightly urgently.
He looked up at her perturbed. "Yes Ms. Fairyweather?"
"Could I go to the loo?"
"Yes... yes." He said wearily then looked back at his notes.
Without another word, but a curious glance from Lily, who was taking notes, she strode across the room and out the door. For honesty's sake, she slid into the girl's bathroom on the 2nd floor. Locking herself into a stall ignoring the moans of Myrtle, she slid her nails across the wax seal, which was rather messy. She opened the letter and her eyes flew over the page.
Nix-
Not a lot of time to write this, but I'll try. I'm on my way out the door to St, Mungo's. Dad's had an accident and it may be fatal. I'll write you soon, and send it sometime tonight or morning.
Your hasty brother,
Thomas
She just stared at it.
So that's it I shall keep you in suspense for now. And a last minute agenda item. I have a few words to say to those flamers... You have done nothing whatsoever to dampen what small an amount of spirit I have I actually pity you for your pathetic existence. Have a nice day!
DISCLAIMER( I do not own any of these characters. On the contrary they all belong to great mind of J.K Rowling, I am just that hidden author that she has stolen all of her ideas from. No really I only own Nix, her story/family, and anything else you think I do own. (Oh and by the way ... good charlotte does suck and before now I never said anything about that subject) and the last item on the agenda....
A few weeks later, after classes had started and it was back to the same old, she received a letter in the middle of History of Magic. Professor Binns stood at the front of the class droning about goblin massacres, when a barn owl knocked on the window with its free talon. Quickly glancing at the Professor she slipped out from the desk and across the room. A few students blinked out of their stupor to watch what was happening.
She pushed the window open and brought the owl in. She slipped back into her desk silently. The professor seemed to be oblivious to everything.
"Err... professor?" She said slightly urgently.
He looked up at her perturbed. "Yes Ms. Fairyweather?"
"Could I go to the loo?"
"Yes... yes." He said wearily then looked back at his notes.
Without another word, but a curious glance from Lily, who was taking notes, she strode across the room and out the door. For honesty's sake, she slid into the girl's bathroom on the 2nd floor. Locking herself into a stall ignoring the moans of Myrtle, she slid her nails across the wax seal, which was rather messy. She opened the letter and her eyes flew over the page.
Nix-
Not a lot of time to write this, but I'll try. I'm on my way out the door to St, Mungo's. Dad's had an accident and it may be fatal. I'll write you soon, and send it sometime tonight or morning.
Your hasty brother,
Thomas
She just stared at it.
So that's it I shall keep you in suspense for now. And a last minute agenda item. I have a few words to say to those flamers... You have done nothing whatsoever to dampen what small an amount of spirit I have I actually pity you for your pathetic existence. Have a nice day!