The Gulic family moved into house that Mrs. Dursley had spoken of within
the next few days. The Dursley's were thrilled to have neighbors who
talked to them often. Krys sighed as she rolled over onto her stomach atop
of her bedspread, looking through an American magazine uninterested. Her
parents had invited Dudley Dursley over for dinner, again. Krys was, of
course, not thrilled with the idea, especially since Dudley had a horrible
habit of breathing heavily whenever he came too close to Krys. She had
been crossing her fingers in hopes that her parents would give up their
matchmaking plans for her.
At that moment Hedwig swooped in through the window to her bedroom and landed gracefully next to Krys. The owl let out a soft hoot as she dropped a folded bit of parchment onto the closed magazine. At this point of her stay in England, she was no longer frightened by a visit from the large owl. She had grown accustomed to the unusual pet that Harry said he had trained to deliver letters and such. A delighted smile curled upon Krys's lips as she unfolded the note and read the inked words. It was another note from Harry. The two of them had been neighborhood pen pals ever since Krys had moved in. The notes from Harry had helped her with the transition of moving into her new house, and more importantly, new country.
The small note brought good news. Harry wrote that Dudley couldn't make it to dinner. His boxing coach at school had just started a summer boxing camp that was that very night. Harry had expressed his delight in knowing this fact because he could have Krys all to himself for the night to talk to. Krys grinned in relief. At that moment an idea hit her. Perhaps her parents would let Harry come over for dinner instead. She enjoyed his company much more and Krys could tell from Harry's extensive letters that he liked her. She couldn't help but express the same feelings. Both were obviously developing a crush on the other.
Krys jumped up from her bed and thundered down the stairs in search of her mom.
"Mom! Dudley can't come to dinner tonight." Mrs. Gulic frowned in disappointment. "But um...do you think Harry could come instead?" Krys smiled pleadingly and Mrs. Gulic could tell of her daughter's fondness of Harry.
"Well... I suppose..."
Krys thanked her mom with a grin before she disappeared back upstairs. As always, Hedwig was patiently awaiting Krys's answer to Harry's message. The both of them were always impatient with a reply. She was perched upon the back of the room's desk chair preening her snow white feathers. Moving over to her desk swiftly, Krys pulled out a piece of notebook paper and scribbled down a reply with Harry's dinner invitation. Hedwig nipped at her fingers affectionately after receiving her routine treat before heading off to 4 Privet Drive with Harry's message.
Blushing from the fluttering butterflies in her stomach, Krys got ready for dinner. This would be the first time in over a week that she had seen Harry. The Dursley's never let Harry go out of the house, only on rare occasions. Their passed letters were quite detailed, full of their personality and attraction to the other. The two had become fast friends.
Krys busied herself within the confines of her wardrobe cabinet, since British houses were common to come without closets. She did want to try and take it to the next step with Harry somehow. As she applied her makeup, she contemplated her feelings for the nerdy, lanky, and very cute Harry Potter. She smoothed out her simple burgundy corduroy skirt and navy top before glancing to the shoebox in which she kept his letters. Smiling she wiggled her toes into some coordinating sandals and pulled her hair back into a tight, yet elegant ponytail. Deciding that she looked appropriate for boy-attracting material she headed downstairs.
At that moment Hedwig swooped in through the window to her bedroom and landed gracefully next to Krys. The owl let out a soft hoot as she dropped a folded bit of parchment onto the closed magazine. At this point of her stay in England, she was no longer frightened by a visit from the large owl. She had grown accustomed to the unusual pet that Harry said he had trained to deliver letters and such. A delighted smile curled upon Krys's lips as she unfolded the note and read the inked words. It was another note from Harry. The two of them had been neighborhood pen pals ever since Krys had moved in. The notes from Harry had helped her with the transition of moving into her new house, and more importantly, new country.
The small note brought good news. Harry wrote that Dudley couldn't make it to dinner. His boxing coach at school had just started a summer boxing camp that was that very night. Harry had expressed his delight in knowing this fact because he could have Krys all to himself for the night to talk to. Krys grinned in relief. At that moment an idea hit her. Perhaps her parents would let Harry come over for dinner instead. She enjoyed his company much more and Krys could tell from Harry's extensive letters that he liked her. She couldn't help but express the same feelings. Both were obviously developing a crush on the other.
Krys jumped up from her bed and thundered down the stairs in search of her mom.
"Mom! Dudley can't come to dinner tonight." Mrs. Gulic frowned in disappointment. "But um...do you think Harry could come instead?" Krys smiled pleadingly and Mrs. Gulic could tell of her daughter's fondness of Harry.
"Well... I suppose..."
Krys thanked her mom with a grin before she disappeared back upstairs. As always, Hedwig was patiently awaiting Krys's answer to Harry's message. The both of them were always impatient with a reply. She was perched upon the back of the room's desk chair preening her snow white feathers. Moving over to her desk swiftly, Krys pulled out a piece of notebook paper and scribbled down a reply with Harry's dinner invitation. Hedwig nipped at her fingers affectionately after receiving her routine treat before heading off to 4 Privet Drive with Harry's message.
Blushing from the fluttering butterflies in her stomach, Krys got ready for dinner. This would be the first time in over a week that she had seen Harry. The Dursley's never let Harry go out of the house, only on rare occasions. Their passed letters were quite detailed, full of their personality and attraction to the other. The two had become fast friends.
Krys busied herself within the confines of her wardrobe cabinet, since British houses were common to come without closets. She did want to try and take it to the next step with Harry somehow. As she applied her makeup, she contemplated her feelings for the nerdy, lanky, and very cute Harry Potter. She smoothed out her simple burgundy corduroy skirt and navy top before glancing to the shoebox in which she kept his letters. Smiling she wiggled her toes into some coordinating sandals and pulled her hair back into a tight, yet elegant ponytail. Deciding that she looked appropriate for boy-attracting material she headed downstairs.