We were on the train going home, it was a bit of a long ride so we had gotten bored of talking an hour ago. Molly was gazing out the window with a glazed look on her face, and I was trying to distract myself with one of my textbooks. "Arthur," she said, and I jumped slightly, having been used to the silence in our compartment. "What, Molly?" I replied.
"What if my parents are awful to you and the rest of your family? What are you going to think of me?" she asked, worriedly.
"You know I'm not going to change my opinion of you just because of how your parents act. I know you can't control them," I said in reply.
She moved closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder; we didn't talk much until we felt the train pull up next to the platform.
"Well, here we are," I announced.
"Yeah..I'll send you an owl after dinner, all-right?" she told me.
"I'll be looking forward to it," I said as I leaned in to hug her good-bye.
I didn't ask my parents to pick me up, because I didn't want them to run into the Prewitts any sooner than they had to. We lived relatively close to the train station, if you call 10 blocks away close. Walking always calms me down, though, so it wasn't so bad, even in the wintry weather.
When I reached home, a little out of breath and frostbitten, I was greeted by my mother as I walked in the door.
"Hello dear, want anything to drink before dinner, hot chocolate?" she asked me.
"No, thanks, I'm just going to go up to my room, call me when it's ready" I said as I walked up the stairs. When I got into my room I flopped down on the bed and rested a few moments. I love Molly..but I really don't want to meet her parents. Death eaters..that's information I really don't want to know, I could be killed just for being able to name them. What am I getting myself into? I drifted off into sleep for a little bit, and dreamt about Molly and I sitting in the common room enjoying some tea when suddenly a giant black owl crashed in through the window and swooped down to take her away. I must've been moving to try to save her, because when I heard my mother calling me I had realised I was on my floor now.
I saw my dad walk in the door as I was going downstairs. "Hi, dad" I said.
"Hello, Arthur, how has school been?" he asked me as we walked towards the table.
"It's been all-right. I'm doing well in most of my classes, though I could stand to improve on my potions. Um, you two know Molly, Molly Prewitt. Well she wanted to know if we'd all like to have dinner at her house sometime over the holiday?" I said to them, nervously. I knew they would fuss over her, they think it's just so cute that I've got a girlfriend now.
"Of course, we'd love to. When?" My mother asked.
"Sometime after Christmas, Molly said it would probably be on the 30th. She'll send an owl the day before." I replied.
"Where do the Prewitts live, Arthur?" Asked my father.
I realised I didn't exactly know where the Prewitts lived, probably some place fancy since they were rich and powerful. Hopefully their place isn't too spooky. "I don't really know, but we'll be getting their by Floo powder so it doesn't really matter, right?" I told him.
"I suppose it doesn't," he said.
They both became too busy eating to talk for a little while and I let my mind wander. I looked around the room and loved the secure feeling of my home, mother had outdone herself with the Christmas decorations this year. There was holly all over the place, and garland all along the staircase. I hadn't been into the living room yet but I knew there would be a big tree waiting in there, we'd probably start decorating it tomorrow. After I was finished eating I excused myself so I could go back to my room, I was eager to get Molly's letter. I didn't know exactly what I expected it to say, but I knew it would either calm me down or just make me more nervous, and right then I was getting even more anxious just waiting for it.
"What if my parents are awful to you and the rest of your family? What are you going to think of me?" she asked, worriedly.
"You know I'm not going to change my opinion of you just because of how your parents act. I know you can't control them," I said in reply.
She moved closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder; we didn't talk much until we felt the train pull up next to the platform.
"Well, here we are," I announced.
"Yeah..I'll send you an owl after dinner, all-right?" she told me.
"I'll be looking forward to it," I said as I leaned in to hug her good-bye.
I didn't ask my parents to pick me up, because I didn't want them to run into the Prewitts any sooner than they had to. We lived relatively close to the train station, if you call 10 blocks away close. Walking always calms me down, though, so it wasn't so bad, even in the wintry weather.
When I reached home, a little out of breath and frostbitten, I was greeted by my mother as I walked in the door.
"Hello dear, want anything to drink before dinner, hot chocolate?" she asked me.
"No, thanks, I'm just going to go up to my room, call me when it's ready" I said as I walked up the stairs. When I got into my room I flopped down on the bed and rested a few moments. I love Molly..but I really don't want to meet her parents. Death eaters..that's information I really don't want to know, I could be killed just for being able to name them. What am I getting myself into? I drifted off into sleep for a little bit, and dreamt about Molly and I sitting in the common room enjoying some tea when suddenly a giant black owl crashed in through the window and swooped down to take her away. I must've been moving to try to save her, because when I heard my mother calling me I had realised I was on my floor now.
I saw my dad walk in the door as I was going downstairs. "Hi, dad" I said.
"Hello, Arthur, how has school been?" he asked me as we walked towards the table.
"It's been all-right. I'm doing well in most of my classes, though I could stand to improve on my potions. Um, you two know Molly, Molly Prewitt. Well she wanted to know if we'd all like to have dinner at her house sometime over the holiday?" I said to them, nervously. I knew they would fuss over her, they think it's just so cute that I've got a girlfriend now.
"Of course, we'd love to. When?" My mother asked.
"Sometime after Christmas, Molly said it would probably be on the 30th. She'll send an owl the day before." I replied.
"Where do the Prewitts live, Arthur?" Asked my father.
I realised I didn't exactly know where the Prewitts lived, probably some place fancy since they were rich and powerful. Hopefully their place isn't too spooky. "I don't really know, but we'll be getting their by Floo powder so it doesn't really matter, right?" I told him.
"I suppose it doesn't," he said.
They both became too busy eating to talk for a little while and I let my mind wander. I looked around the room and loved the secure feeling of my home, mother had outdone herself with the Christmas decorations this year. There was holly all over the place, and garland all along the staircase. I hadn't been into the living room yet but I knew there would be a big tree waiting in there, we'd probably start decorating it tomorrow. After I was finished eating I excused myself so I could go back to my room, I was eager to get Molly's letter. I didn't know exactly what I expected it to say, but I knew it would either calm me down or just make me more nervous, and right then I was getting even more anxious just waiting for it.