Chapter 3: When things start to make sense

The very next morning. I looked at myself in the mirror and re-did my make- up and put my hair in a pony tail. I was wearing the same clothes, considering I had nothing else to wear. My feet hurt from not taking off my boots last night. I was still so exhausted. But this morning I felt a little better. When I started to brush my teeth I heard a dreamy voice coming out of no where. "Hello dear, how are you on this fine morning?" Miserable, I thought...then I almost choked on my toothbrush, who was speaking to me? Boy am I still tired or what? Washing my mouth out, the same voice said, "I'm sorry that I frightened you" It was the mirror speaking to me. I am going crazy! "Hell, you did scared me..." I regretted my words, but hey I'm having a crappy day already. The mirror continued, "I'm sorry, it was tempting to talk to you, you see you look very different from all the other customers that come by." I paused, that's what Stan on the Knight Bus said. "Well listen I got to run see you later" I said. I couldn't believe it, I was talking to a mirror! I think I was starting to lose my mind. "Good bye dear have a lovely day" The mirror replied, I shot a last look at the mirror only to be disgusted with my reflection, and left.

I scrambled down the stairs as quickly as I could. The stairs were tiny and it was hard not to trip with my large combat boots. Fudge was sitting at a table reading a news paper quietly and drinking his coffee, or I think its coffee, how would I know?. I didn't want to disturb him but I was getting impatient. "Umm...sir..." I started. Fudge jumped, looking startled at the sight of me. Then he nodded, "Hello Elanor, um...listen why don't you have a seat." I sat down as he put the newspaper down, hands folded. "I have a lot of business to run, I'd explain, but you wouldn't understand, I d like to show you around and all but I don't have the time." Fudge paused, he craned his neck as if he saw someone he knew. I turned to see who he was looking at.

As I turned to see who Fudge was looking at. He cried "Ahh! Mr.Weasly! Please come over here for a minute" Mr. Weasley was a tall balding red-head with kind eyes and a pleasant smile. Fudge introduced me to Mr. Weasley and then they had a quick conversation:

"Arthur, this girl is troubled she believes to be a muggle when she is really a witch her mind is confused." Fudge said to him seriously.

What the hell is a Muggle? I hope their not reffering to me.

"Well I'm with Harry and the rest of the family, what is it you want me to do for her?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Well your an expert with muggles, you know everything about them." Fudge replied, leading him on.

Mr. Weasley blushed, "Well, uh, I don't know..."

Fudge looked impatient, "I want you to explain a little bit of what is going on, she is a sharp girl, she'll catch on quick."

Sharp? Who? Me? HA! Yeah right!

"What year is she in?" Mr. Weasely asked, he looked at me doubtfully.

They really are talking about me!

"She is suppose to start 5th year"

Mr. Weasley smiled, "Oh good so is Ron, Harry and Hermione."

"She needs many supplies to start, for she doesn't even have a uniform."

Fudge shoved a bag into Mr. Weasleys hand and as he did the contents inside made a noise that I was familiar with. There was coins in the bag.

"Very well Arthur I'll be seeing you at work" And with that Fudge gave me a nod and left the hotel.

"Well Elanor-" Arthur said. "Why don't you come with me."

Mr. Weasley took me through a back-door. It didn't look like we were going any where, it was a dead-end. I gave him a confused look but he just pulled a stick out of his robes and tapped the brick wall 3 times in different areas.

The bricks magically transformed themselves into a doorway and Mr. Weasley casually walked through it. Leaving me standing stunned and very confused and slightly scared.

"Come on Elanor, don't you worry I'll explain everything in a moment" Arthur motioned me to come forward and when I did I was looking at a whole new world. The streets were filled with people wearing funny-clothing like Mr.Weasley. It was hard to catch up with him while pushing through the crowd at the same time.

When finally we stopped at a huge picnic table. The table was filled with red-heads and a brown and a black haired boy. All of them were eating ice- cream.

Mr. Weasley cleared his throat and everyone looked up. All of them set their eyes on me. Everyone except the brown and the black gave me a surprised look. I guess I did stand out. But I'm used to this kind of stare, gets old really.

Mr.Weasley explained everything and told me to take a seat. I sat down next to a twin. Both tall with red-hair and mischievous identical grins.

If either of them pulls a trick on me their getting it.

Te tallest kid at the table was another red-head, tall and gangly with fierce blue eyes. His mother was calling him Ron. "Ron dear, hurry and eat your ice cream we must get you new robes, you are, after all getting so tall." The kid named Ron just shrugged it off and shoved more ice cream in his mouth.

I couldn't take much more of this. I turned to Mr. Weasley and spoke for the first time. Everyone stopped what they were doing to see what I would say. Like I was President or something. "Mr. Weasley, it would be great if you could tell me what's going on." Every one, except Mr. Weasley took this as some kind of note of sarcasm and glared at me.

Mr. Weasley nodded and bent slightly over so I could hear him clearly. As if what he was about to say was going to be very important. The table grew dead silent and everyone was craning their necks to hear what Mr. Weasley had to say.

"You see Elanor there's a world that you used to live in called a muggle world, non-magic folk. And theirs a world that we are in now called supposingly the magic world with magic-folk. When you were 11 years old you should have gotten a letter inviting you to a school of witch craft and wizardry. But I believe you were not invited because you were in a muggle orphan. And mailing such a letter to a muggle public place would risk the exposure of this world. You are now 15 years old and behind on the update. But Fudge says your a quick-learner so I believe that you will fully comprehend later. Right now I want you to trust us and let your mind stop troubling you understood?" He asked.

My head was clogged with this information; I bit back my frustration and replied, "Yes Sir."

But I'm still confused the whole thing sounded like a fantasy. Like one of my crazy dreams coming true.