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Chapter 3
I hadn't come out of my room for two days after that. The kindly house elves had passed my meals whenever they came in to clean the room. Father had coaxed me out with a majestic palomino stallion of my very own. We shared a brief hug, I remember, before he was called away again because his researchers had a breakthrough. He had rushed off after that.
"Miss?"
I swerved around, just aware that the house elf had been calling me. My hair tickled my back as it flicked in momentum. I raised my eyebrows in question as the small elf curtseyed slightly.
"Miss' father wishes to have a word," he said with a sort of weird smile, as though he was concealing a great surprise. "Master is in the library, miss."
That was a great surprise. My father hardly has time to even talk to me. The house elf hurried out and down the corridor. Wondering to myself at what the both of us actually could discuss about, I walked out of the room and headed towards the library, a large dome shaped room on the first floor.
As I crossed the second deserted corridor, past portraits of my ancestors, there was a startled high-pitched yelp and a dull thud. I stepped back in alarm and noticed one of our house elves, Pippy, on the floor with a pile of what seemed to be bed sheets.
I jumped back in alarm and looked down at the elf. I stared at it as it burst into squeaks and started groping around the floor.
"Pippy is sorry, miss," the elf said hurriedly. "Pippy is most clumsy."
"It's okay," I said awkwardly.
"Pippy is sorry again," said the elf frantically as it held the bundle of bed sheets in its arms.
I watched as the elf hurried off and disappeared around the corner. I continued down to hallway turning left at the next junction and climbed down the spiral staircase that led to the west wing.
I knocked on the door twice and waited for his call. About a few moments later, I heard his voice telling me to enter. I pushed open the large oak doors. It creaked slightly as I closed them behind me. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the sunlight pouring through the tall windows of the library.
The library was very warm compared to the corridor. Dust particles swirled eerily in the blazing summer sun, which bathed the whole library in a warm orange glow. I walked across the room, my footsteps echoing against the walls of the room. I spotted my father sitting on his favourite couch near the back, reading today's Daily Prophet.
"Yes, father?" I asked enquiringly as I approached him.
He lowered the newspaper and took a glance at me. Flashing a rare small smile, he folded away the paper and tossed it aside on the coffee table. I waited as he casually, coolly took a small sip from his afternoon tea, letting the drink wash down his throat before speaking.
"I've got a surprise for you," he said in a tone as if he were revealing one of the greatest secrets of the universe.
I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, taking a seat in the chair next to him, eager to hear more. I waited again as he took another casual sip from his teacup. Well, what is it? I demanded in my mind as I raised my eyebrows, prompting him to continue.
He let out a small "Ah," as he lifted the cup away from his lips. I stared at him waiting for him to speak again.
"Well, I know that you've been wanting to go to a public school for a long time..."
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Chapter 3
I hadn't come out of my room for two days after that. The kindly house elves had passed my meals whenever they came in to clean the room. Father had coaxed me out with a majestic palomino stallion of my very own. We shared a brief hug, I remember, before he was called away again because his researchers had a breakthrough. He had rushed off after that.
"Miss?"
I swerved around, just aware that the house elf had been calling me. My hair tickled my back as it flicked in momentum. I raised my eyebrows in question as the small elf curtseyed slightly.
"Miss' father wishes to have a word," he said with a sort of weird smile, as though he was concealing a great surprise. "Master is in the library, miss."
That was a great surprise. My father hardly has time to even talk to me. The house elf hurried out and down the corridor. Wondering to myself at what the both of us actually could discuss about, I walked out of the room and headed towards the library, a large dome shaped room on the first floor.
As I crossed the second deserted corridor, past portraits of my ancestors, there was a startled high-pitched yelp and a dull thud. I stepped back in alarm and noticed one of our house elves, Pippy, on the floor with a pile of what seemed to be bed sheets.
I jumped back in alarm and looked down at the elf. I stared at it as it burst into squeaks and started groping around the floor.
"Pippy is sorry, miss," the elf said hurriedly. "Pippy is most clumsy."
"It's okay," I said awkwardly.
"Pippy is sorry again," said the elf frantically as it held the bundle of bed sheets in its arms.
I watched as the elf hurried off and disappeared around the corner. I continued down to hallway turning left at the next junction and climbed down the spiral staircase that led to the west wing.
I knocked on the door twice and waited for his call. About a few moments later, I heard his voice telling me to enter. I pushed open the large oak doors. It creaked slightly as I closed them behind me. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the sunlight pouring through the tall windows of the library.
The library was very warm compared to the corridor. Dust particles swirled eerily in the blazing summer sun, which bathed the whole library in a warm orange glow. I walked across the room, my footsteps echoing against the walls of the room. I spotted my father sitting on his favourite couch near the back, reading today's Daily Prophet.
"Yes, father?" I asked enquiringly as I approached him.
He lowered the newspaper and took a glance at me. Flashing a rare small smile, he folded away the paper and tossed it aside on the coffee table. I waited as he casually, coolly took a small sip from his afternoon tea, letting the drink wash down his throat before speaking.
"I've got a surprise for you," he said in a tone as if he were revealing one of the greatest secrets of the universe.
I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, taking a seat in the chair next to him, eager to hear more. I waited again as he took another casual sip from his teacup. Well, what is it? I demanded in my mind as I raised my eyebrows, prompting him to continue.
He let out a small "Ah," as he lifted the cup away from his lips. I stared at him waiting for him to speak again.
"Well, I know that you've been wanting to go to a public school for a long time..."