The afternoon seemed to drag on forever. Krys hated surprises for this
reason only, the wait. She had packed and unpacked her weekend bag over
and over again just to get her mind off of what Harry had in store for her.
A surprise like this was quite unlike Harry. It seemed to be something
really big and special.
Situations raced through her head during the duration of the evening. What could Harry Potter have up his sleeve? Krys laughed a bit and knew that Harry was hiding more that she could imagine. Sighing, she plopped down onto her bed and fell back onto the summer comforter to stare at the spindles of her 4-poster bed. A familiar tapping sounded at her window and she looked up with a wide smile. Quickly ushering herself over to the rickety, old window she opened it so Hedwig could flutter inside.
"What have you got for me now, Hedwig?"
The owl fluffed her feathers, showing off her importance before handing a little bouquet of wildflowers and a small note to Krys.
Krys,
I'm sure the waiting is probably killing you, because it is to me! But trust me, it will be worth it. I just hope you enjoy yourself. I'm kind of worried you might not. I never did this before, so I'm not really sure how it works. We'll see,
Missing you like always,
Harry
Swooning a bit from the simple gift, her mind swirled with even more questions about her surprise. Harry had her totally bewildered. She nervously picked at her fingernails as she bounced lightly upon her fluffy bed. It was only six o'clock... When would seven ever come? Tapping her feet on the floor she hummed a random song to an unknown beat, begging the numbers on her digital clock to change faster.
Trying to break up the time in wait, Krys had buried her nose between the bindings and turned another page in her book, it only had half her interest at the moment, but it kept her mind off the time. Hedwig had fluttered off not too long ago after her short nap upon the back of Krys's desk chair. She loved the bird and constantly wondered how Harry was able to come about having an owl as a pet, knowing the Dursley's didn't have any others in their household.
The alarm went off on Krys's bedside clock and she sat straight up with the nasty blaring, electronic sound. Letting go of her breath, she realized that she had set it so she would leave without looking at the clock every two minutes. Quickly slapping her hand down upon the off button, Krys rose from her bed and shouldered her small duffel. She took one long look around her room, making sure she wouldn't forget anything. After calling to her mother to tell her of her departure, she closed the door and stepped onto the front stoop of her house.
Krys walked rather quickly back to the park, her footsteps walking to the beat of her thudding heart. She had absolutely been dying to know what Harry had in store for her. The suspense was just about to make her explode! Readjusting the strap on her pack, she sat down on the bench swing which was the decided rendezvous point. A sigh escaped from behind her flittering heart.
Krys absentmindedly swung on the swing. A sharp crack broke the subtle squeak of the chain as three forms appeared upon the park's rich greenery.
Krys almost jumped clear out of her skin at the violating sound. Her gray eyes scanned the sky, expecting to see menacing dark clouds. Bewildered at the blue sky and sound of thunder, she stilled her swing. Her anxiety was answered only a few moments later. Footsteps scuffed into the thick grass behind her and she looked over her shoulder, not being able to hide her grin. The grin quickly faded as a shadow crossed Krys's face. . .
Situations raced through her head during the duration of the evening. What could Harry Potter have up his sleeve? Krys laughed a bit and knew that Harry was hiding more that she could imagine. Sighing, she plopped down onto her bed and fell back onto the summer comforter to stare at the spindles of her 4-poster bed. A familiar tapping sounded at her window and she looked up with a wide smile. Quickly ushering herself over to the rickety, old window she opened it so Hedwig could flutter inside.
"What have you got for me now, Hedwig?"
The owl fluffed her feathers, showing off her importance before handing a little bouquet of wildflowers and a small note to Krys.
Krys,
I'm sure the waiting is probably killing you, because it is to me! But trust me, it will be worth it. I just hope you enjoy yourself. I'm kind of worried you might not. I never did this before, so I'm not really sure how it works. We'll see,
Missing you like always,
Harry
Swooning a bit from the simple gift, her mind swirled with even more questions about her surprise. Harry had her totally bewildered. She nervously picked at her fingernails as she bounced lightly upon her fluffy bed. It was only six o'clock... When would seven ever come? Tapping her feet on the floor she hummed a random song to an unknown beat, begging the numbers on her digital clock to change faster.
Trying to break up the time in wait, Krys had buried her nose between the bindings and turned another page in her book, it only had half her interest at the moment, but it kept her mind off the time. Hedwig had fluttered off not too long ago after her short nap upon the back of Krys's desk chair. She loved the bird and constantly wondered how Harry was able to come about having an owl as a pet, knowing the Dursley's didn't have any others in their household.
The alarm went off on Krys's bedside clock and she sat straight up with the nasty blaring, electronic sound. Letting go of her breath, she realized that she had set it so she would leave without looking at the clock every two minutes. Quickly slapping her hand down upon the off button, Krys rose from her bed and shouldered her small duffel. She took one long look around her room, making sure she wouldn't forget anything. After calling to her mother to tell her of her departure, she closed the door and stepped onto the front stoop of her house.
Krys walked rather quickly back to the park, her footsteps walking to the beat of her thudding heart. She had absolutely been dying to know what Harry had in store for her. The suspense was just about to make her explode! Readjusting the strap on her pack, she sat down on the bench swing which was the decided rendezvous point. A sigh escaped from behind her flittering heart.
Krys absentmindedly swung on the swing. A sharp crack broke the subtle squeak of the chain as three forms appeared upon the park's rich greenery.
Krys almost jumped clear out of her skin at the violating sound. Her gray eyes scanned the sky, expecting to see menacing dark clouds. Bewildered at the blue sky and sound of thunder, she stilled her swing. Her anxiety was answered only a few moments later. Footsteps scuffed into the thick grass behind her and she looked over her shoulder, not being able to hide her grin. The grin quickly faded as a shadow crossed Krys's face. . .