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BChapter 3B
My heart leapt. Was it what I thought it was? I didn't know just then, because my father sank back comfortably into the couch. I frowned at him.
"Well?" I asked.
"I've conferred with the Headmaster of Hogwarts and," he said very slowly, as though savouring every moment like he did his tea. "He has agreed to admit you to his school."
My eyes went wide as my stomach did somersaults. My mouthed opened and closed in surprise but I couldn't manage a sound.
"Here's your letter."
"Wow! Really?!"
He withdrew a yellowish envelope from his pocket and gave it to me. It had my name written on it in emerald green ink.
"W-wow!" I whispered as I fingered the letter gently. "Thank you."
"Master, sir, Mister Potter is waiting for you in the living room," said a house elf respectfully from behind the sofa.
I turned back to my father. He gave me a highly apologetic look. I knew he saw the disappointment in my eyes.
"Sorry, I have to go," he said regretfully as though he had no choice. But he was wrong. He had a choice! He had a choice to savour his moment together with me. But he didn't. "I have to meet him, you understand don't you?"
"No," I shot back, not caring if I sounded rude. He stood up and looked at me and I glared back at him.
"Mr Potter's one of my research heads, he might have something important to tell me," he said, trying to reason with me. But it meant nothing. Who cares if they had researched the world's first in-built autopilot broom... or if they had figured out a way to make the broom feather light? Who cares!
"Thanks anyway, father," I said, each syllable not dripping with ice like it normally would, but with disappointment. I turned my heel and took off down the library towards the doors.
I dashed out through the library doors and towards the foyer. My bare feet tapped against cold marble ground and furry warm carpets, my black velvet robes that flew behind me dropped still as I slowed down atop the large main staircase. My anger ebbed away gradually, replaced by the happy thought that I was going to Hogwarts!
Oh what the heck, I thought. I sat on the banister, and just like how I've seen many people do, I slid down it feeling the wind in my hair as I headed towards the ground. Just before I was short of banister to sit on, I jumped off it. I rolled head over heels ungracefully onto the floor and bumped into the coat hanger next to the great front doors.
I laughed sadly at myself and got to my feet. I slipped on a pair of shoes and escaped into the grounds. I saw the large carriage parked at the front of the house, waiting for its owner to return. Taking the left path, I headed west towards the back of the house.
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BChapter 3B
My heart leapt. Was it what I thought it was? I didn't know just then, because my father sank back comfortably into the couch. I frowned at him.
"Well?" I asked.
"I've conferred with the Headmaster of Hogwarts and," he said very slowly, as though savouring every moment like he did his tea. "He has agreed to admit you to his school."
My eyes went wide as my stomach did somersaults. My mouthed opened and closed in surprise but I couldn't manage a sound.
"Here's your letter."
"Wow! Really?!"
He withdrew a yellowish envelope from his pocket and gave it to me. It had my name written on it in emerald green ink.
"W-wow!" I whispered as I fingered the letter gently. "Thank you."
"Master, sir, Mister Potter is waiting for you in the living room," said a house elf respectfully from behind the sofa.
I turned back to my father. He gave me a highly apologetic look. I knew he saw the disappointment in my eyes.
"Sorry, I have to go," he said regretfully as though he had no choice. But he was wrong. He had a choice! He had a choice to savour his moment together with me. But he didn't. "I have to meet him, you understand don't you?"
"No," I shot back, not caring if I sounded rude. He stood up and looked at me and I glared back at him.
"Mr Potter's one of my research heads, he might have something important to tell me," he said, trying to reason with me. But it meant nothing. Who cares if they had researched the world's first in-built autopilot broom... or if they had figured out a way to make the broom feather light? Who cares!
"Thanks anyway, father," I said, each syllable not dripping with ice like it normally would, but with disappointment. I turned my heel and took off down the library towards the doors.
I dashed out through the library doors and towards the foyer. My bare feet tapped against cold marble ground and furry warm carpets, my black velvet robes that flew behind me dropped still as I slowed down atop the large main staircase. My anger ebbed away gradually, replaced by the happy thought that I was going to Hogwarts!
Oh what the heck, I thought. I sat on the banister, and just like how I've seen many people do, I slid down it feeling the wind in my hair as I headed towards the ground. Just before I was short of banister to sit on, I jumped off it. I rolled head over heels ungracefully onto the floor and bumped into the coat hanger next to the great front doors.
I laughed sadly at myself and got to my feet. I slipped on a pair of shoes and escaped into the grounds. I saw the large carriage parked at the front of the house, waiting for its owner to return. Taking the left path, I headed west towards the back of the house.