Title: Designated Harbinger - chapter ten
Author: Lia Story Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own HP. J.K. Rowling does. I'm just playing in her universe. This story's plot, any characters, and other things you don't recognize is mine. I'm not making any money.
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A journey begins with a single step. Well, at least that's what people say. I say that a journey starts way before that. After all how can you go without wondering what to wear or bring. Also, don't you have to plan where and when you're going? I guess if you're being technical, the fist step is the beginning. Sorry, can't even see that. Because before you even move your foot, you must first prepare you mind that YOU ARE LEAVING.
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"Okay, are you ready?," Dad asks setting my trunk and cat carrier on the trolley. Smiling bravely, I nod and clutch my backpack. "Sure am. You'll remember to send that letter to Christy for me?," I ask. "Yep, will do. Don't worry well forward all your letters." I sigh, and dismiss one worry off my very long mental check list.
"This is it, huh," I softly speak. Dad nods while bushing a lock of hair back behind my ear. Mom, who'd been silent and a bit sappy, rushed forward and embraced me. "Do you best, luv. Write to us about anything and everything, okay? Take care of Sassy. You know she's not used to this, smart though she is. If you have any trouble you go to Dumbledore. He's a good man, and a great wizard. Seems to be aware of everything that happens in that school. I'm sure he knows about you already. And, most of all have fun. You'll never experience a school like this one," she babbled as we hugged snugly. I nod, still smelling the sweet scent of her hair and promise, "I will, Mom." Withdrawing, Mom regained her composure and said, "I'll walk Jessica to the correct gate. Then we can leave."
Dad is uptight, but smiling. He sweeps me into a hug and tells me to remember all that he's told me. 'Like I would forget important stuff,' I reflect. "Make friends and have a good time. And study. We expect decent grades from you."
The final person I say goodbye to is my brother. Peter, I could clearly see didn't want me to go. "Hey, shortie. Can I get a hug?," I ask. A surprisingly heavy object slams into me and clutches me in a tight hold. "Don't go," he mumbles.
My typically annoying baby brother can be sweet at times. This must be one of them. However, even this is a little irritating. It looks like he's not going to release. Sighing, "Gotta Pete. Come on. I'm counting on you to give me on all the dirt on mom and dad. Hopefully they won't edit your letters as they help you write. I promise to be extra bossy at vacation times, okay?" Sniffling a bit he pulls away. I muss his hair up, and he smiles pushing my arm away. Mom and Dad, for some reason are both smiling.
Today was the last day of August. All of us are right outside King's Cross Station were the train departs for Hogwarts at eleven. We had all driven to London. After Mom drops me off at the platform, they're planning to visit the Tower of London. Dad thinks it'll give Peter something else to think about. Part of me is jealous and wants to go with them. Mom simply told me that today was the day her kids see their first castles. The Tower for Peter, and Hogwarts for me.
After a couple of 'love yous' and one last wave goodbye, I follow mom inside the Station. The clock over the arrivals board revealed that I had twenty minutes until the train left. "So, How do I get in again, Mom?," I ask feeling panicky as I looked over the crowd.
Mom scanned the area also, "See there's platform nine. Over there is platform ten. The one we want to go to is in the middle." Glancing I notice the big plastic numbers over each platform, but nothing in the middle even suggested a platform nine and three quarters. She smiles as I said, "But there's nothing in the middle!"
"Magic, dear, magic. We just have to do is walk straight at the barrier between the two platforms. Let wait for some people to pass, and well run right through it." I look to where Mom points at a very large, very solid brick wall. 'Wizard just have to do things oddly, don't they?,' I gulp then trailed after Mom who was pushing the trolley.
We approach the barrier unhurriedly, then speed up as we near. I shut my eyes and latch onto Mom's arm. When we halt, I open my eyes and gasp. Before me was the platform and a scarlet steam engine waiting. Overhead a sign said Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock. Behind me was a wrought-iron archway where the wall had been.
Smiling, "Let's get you a less crowed carriage, luv," Mom says and leads me down the platform to an empty compartment near the end of the train. I climb on up, and set Sassy's carrier in the empty compartment. Mom helps me lift the trunk up and into a corner of the compartment under the seat.
"You should be just fine here. Remember to buy something on the way up. It should take you almost four hours to get there. Be safe, learn, and have fun," Mom says hugging me before leaving. I hug her back and kiss her cheek. "I will, Mom. Love you." She kisses my cheek and whispers the words right back, then leaves. I watch as she walks back to the barrier, turns and waves, then walks on thru.
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For the most part the next ten minutes went by recently undisturbed. Older students met up with fellow friends and classmates. Some walked through on their search. It wasn't until a boy around Jessica's age came in that she had another person to talk to.
"Hey! Can I come in here," he asks lugging his trunk behind him. "Oh, yeah. Sure. Here, I'll help ya," Jess moves to help with the trunk. "Thanks, I'm Alexander Harrison. But everyone just calls me Alex. What's your accent?," he says flopping in the seat opposite mine.
He is kinda cute if a little short. His dark brown hair was sweaty from the summer heat. "Oh, it's American. You know, maybe I should wear a sign. That's the second time I've been asked that," I say a little sarcastically.
"Ouch. Maybe I should watch myself. I've heard that you Yanks are an aggressive sort," he says smiling humorously. I playfully growl, then smile. "Oh, yeah. I'll eat ya for breakfast. And where did I put my manners? Hi, I'm Jessica Bradley. New resident to the UK and fellow first year at Hogwarts if I'm assuming correctly."
"Err, you would be correct there. So, what do you think about this school," he says nervously. Surprised, I look at him closely, and then smile. "You're Muggle born aren't ya?"
"Yeah, I am," he states somewhat nervous and defensively. 'Hmm. Wonder what caused this reaction. Must have already faced some prejudice." I grin at him, "Well, that's cool. My mom's the witch in the family, but we live all muggle-like. It'd be nice to know someone who isn't all used to this."
He exhales noisily leans his head back and stops looking as if he's about to attempt making a quick exit. "That's a relief. I've heard that some people aren't real accepting of Muggleborns you know?, he tells. I nod, "Yeah. People can be weird." We then start to talk about what books we had read about wizards and our experiences shopping in Diagon ally.
People traveled past our compartment, but we didn't pay them too much attention. We were joined next when a familiar voice calls out, "Hi you two. Got room for one more?" Looking up, I smile brightly at the cheerful face of Zoey Mansel. I look at Alex who shrugs, then answer, "Sure. You're Zoey, right? This is Alex." He smiles silly, "Alexander Harrison, but call me Alex or I won't know who you're talking to."
Zoey smiles at Alex, eyes shining merrily. "Nice to meet you. I'm Zoey Mansel. Your name's Jessica, right? Did you ever get a wand? What house do you think you'll be in?," she says as she stores away her owl and trunk.
I laugh while Alex looks a little stunned. "Once more, slower please," he utters Zoey's eyes gleam, "Oh, guess that rules out Ravenclaw then." I continue to laugh and take out my wand to show Zoey. "See, did get a wand. Cedar and mermaid hair. What was yours again?" "Sycamore and dragon heartstring," she states then looks at Alex . "Err, Birch and gnome," he blurts out.
A smile turned into a grin which turned into full blown laughter. I stare at her wondering what had happened to her sanity. "What?," Alex says. Shrugging, I look to Zoey. She quiets then says, "Oh that was good. Gnome? You don't know what a gnome is?" We both shake our heads. "Must both be Muggleborns then. Well, a gnome is a wizard's garden pest that resembles a potato with legs. They are rather dim, too. I've haven't heard of too many people with gnome in their wands."
'Oh, that's why,' I feel my lips tug upward. Alex groans. "So, are you both Muggleborns? I've never met any before," Zoey says. He just raises his hand, while I shake my head. "Mom's a witch, but we live in the Muggle world."
"Blimey! How interesting! I guess you don't know much about the houses then, do you?," she said. I shake my head along with Alex. Zoey's smile brightens. It's safe to say that she just loves to talk.
Alex and I were mostly quite while Zoey enlightens more about the houses. We throw in a couple of questions. None of us seems to want to be in Slytherin. Zoey was a rather shocked when I mentioned my grandmother and my mom's cousin was one. Alex, seeing her being somewhat upset, mentioned that maybe the bad reputation they have is a more recent occurrence.
Quickly we change the topic back to something less disturbing. So, we begin to talk about the Sorting ceremony. She believes that they had to fight a dragon. A smirk forms on my face, it appears that only I skimmed through Hogwarts: A History.
I don't tell them, though. What was the fun in that? The expressions on their faces when they find out about the singing hat looks to be very amusing. Alex whispers to Zoey and she glances at me. "You know. Spill," she says. Shaking my head, I refuse. She then states a little peeved that I'll probably be put in Slytherin. I just smile knowing that she's not being serious.
A loud party of red-heads flashed by the compartment. "Whoa. Who're all the reds?," I ask. Zoey leans over and looks out the window. "Oh. Those have to be the Weasleys. They all are Gryffindors and have red hair. My older sister told me about them. She just graduated last year. They better hurry. The train is leaving soon."
Nearby we could hear a couple of voices. Zoey had turned and was explaining Quidditch to Alex. She was a Wasps fan. "Go on, Ginny. There you are have fun at school," said a motherly voice. "But Mum! What about Harry and Ron? They're not here yet," a girl's voice said worriedly. "Don't worry. We'll find them," she said and the train whistled. Zoey had jumped up at the whistle and was waving out the window yelling, "Bye, Mum. Bye Dad."
The door opened and a girl their age peeks in. "Hi. Can I sit here? The others are really full." I look at the others and saw no objection, so reply, "That's all right with me. Come in. I'm Jessica Bradley, American by the way before you ask. That's Alex Harrison and the one hanging out the window is Zoey Mansel." Zoey flashes a smile before continuing to wave until the platforms are out of sight.
The red-headed girl opens the door wider and drags in a worn trunk. Alex helps her set it in the corner. "Err, thanks. I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley." Zoey spins around in the seat and says with awe, "Oh, is it true your brother's friends with Harry Potter?" I roll my eyes at her behavior.
Ginny blushes, and I suddenly remember that she must be the girl from the bookstore. Even redder than before she says, "Yeah, he is. But for some reason they didn't come through the barrier." She starts chewing on her lip and looks out the window.
Alex shifts in his seat nervously. I bet he didn't know how to deal with a worried girl. Zoey seems disappointed that she wouldn't be seeing the famous Harry Potter. Sighing, I suppose it was up to me to break the silence. "The adults will figure it out what happened. They had to be right behind you, so they couldn't have traveled far."
I pause and add, "Hey aren't you that girl I saw in the bookstore?" The red-head looks up startled then in realization. "Yeah. I remember seeing you. What were you trying to tell me?," she asks.
Zoey and Alex look at me questionably, so I smile. "Oh you guys should have seen it. It was awesome. There I was looking at books when they announced that Harry Potter was in the store."
"Oh, you mean you saw Professor Lockhart? Isn't he dreamy?," Zoey sighs. She and Ginny look off dazedly taking a trip to la-la land. I catch Alex's eye and roll mine. He is looking just as uncomfortable as I am by the star- struck girls.
"Anyway--," I stress, "right after that this blond boy starts arguing with Harry. Then, BOOM, out of nowhere appears this girl telling the guy to back off. It was sweet!" Zoey and Alex look at Ginny with interest. "Good job, that was," I put in. Ginny is blushing bright red, "It wasn't a big deal, really. It was my dad and Harry-" I interrupt her, "Yeah and then the grownups come in and start to fist fight. Impressive and very entertaining." We all start to smile as we imagine that picture.
Zoey shakes her head looks at Ginny. "So, I was telling them about the houses. Alex is Muggleborn and Jessica is half. They aren't sure where they'll fit. Me, I'm thinking Gryffindor like dad, or Hufflepuff like mom. Ravenclaw'd be nice. What about you?," Zoey says. Ginny looking a little more cheerful states confidently, "Gryffindor, surely. All my family is in there."
And so, the journey to Hogwarts has begun.
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Oh, yeah. Those color and rock meanings are all part of the research I was talking about. Other things I've researched, were types of British names, British slang, international travel policy, a little of the history of Alexandria, typical pub names, smiting tools and techniques, names of Hogwarts students, spirit quests, and various psychic abilities. I have a big reference file on my computer that I store info on.
That line about ink wells: Well, creative juices flowing= lots of ink on paper = old saying = old method of writing = ink wells like the ones they use in Harry Potter. I don't really think of today's ink pens as flowing, so automatically figured it was a saying from old. When you're being creative (in writing) wouldn't there be a lot of flowing ink on paper? When I try to think what they mean about other kinds of juices they could mean-well lets just say-eww! So, you follow my twisted logic? Got any other ideas about what that saying could mean?
My classes got canceled because of icy roads, so I finished this a little earlier than normal. Hope you like. This section is more childish, but major in conversation (and minor in description).
Author: Lia Story Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own HP. J.K. Rowling does. I'm just playing in her universe. This story's plot, any characters, and other things you don't recognize is mine. I'm not making any money.
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A journey begins with a single step. Well, at least that's what people say. I say that a journey starts way before that. After all how can you go without wondering what to wear or bring. Also, don't you have to plan where and when you're going? I guess if you're being technical, the fist step is the beginning. Sorry, can't even see that. Because before you even move your foot, you must first prepare you mind that YOU ARE LEAVING.
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"Okay, are you ready?," Dad asks setting my trunk and cat carrier on the trolley. Smiling bravely, I nod and clutch my backpack. "Sure am. You'll remember to send that letter to Christy for me?," I ask. "Yep, will do. Don't worry well forward all your letters." I sigh, and dismiss one worry off my very long mental check list.
"This is it, huh," I softly speak. Dad nods while bushing a lock of hair back behind my ear. Mom, who'd been silent and a bit sappy, rushed forward and embraced me. "Do you best, luv. Write to us about anything and everything, okay? Take care of Sassy. You know she's not used to this, smart though she is. If you have any trouble you go to Dumbledore. He's a good man, and a great wizard. Seems to be aware of everything that happens in that school. I'm sure he knows about you already. And, most of all have fun. You'll never experience a school like this one," she babbled as we hugged snugly. I nod, still smelling the sweet scent of her hair and promise, "I will, Mom." Withdrawing, Mom regained her composure and said, "I'll walk Jessica to the correct gate. Then we can leave."
Dad is uptight, but smiling. He sweeps me into a hug and tells me to remember all that he's told me. 'Like I would forget important stuff,' I reflect. "Make friends and have a good time. And study. We expect decent grades from you."
The final person I say goodbye to is my brother. Peter, I could clearly see didn't want me to go. "Hey, shortie. Can I get a hug?," I ask. A surprisingly heavy object slams into me and clutches me in a tight hold. "Don't go," he mumbles.
My typically annoying baby brother can be sweet at times. This must be one of them. However, even this is a little irritating. It looks like he's not going to release. Sighing, "Gotta Pete. Come on. I'm counting on you to give me on all the dirt on mom and dad. Hopefully they won't edit your letters as they help you write. I promise to be extra bossy at vacation times, okay?" Sniffling a bit he pulls away. I muss his hair up, and he smiles pushing my arm away. Mom and Dad, for some reason are both smiling.
Today was the last day of August. All of us are right outside King's Cross Station were the train departs for Hogwarts at eleven. We had all driven to London. After Mom drops me off at the platform, they're planning to visit the Tower of London. Dad thinks it'll give Peter something else to think about. Part of me is jealous and wants to go with them. Mom simply told me that today was the day her kids see their first castles. The Tower for Peter, and Hogwarts for me.
After a couple of 'love yous' and one last wave goodbye, I follow mom inside the Station. The clock over the arrivals board revealed that I had twenty minutes until the train left. "So, How do I get in again, Mom?," I ask feeling panicky as I looked over the crowd.
Mom scanned the area also, "See there's platform nine. Over there is platform ten. The one we want to go to is in the middle." Glancing I notice the big plastic numbers over each platform, but nothing in the middle even suggested a platform nine and three quarters. She smiles as I said, "But there's nothing in the middle!"
"Magic, dear, magic. We just have to do is walk straight at the barrier between the two platforms. Let wait for some people to pass, and well run right through it." I look to where Mom points at a very large, very solid brick wall. 'Wizard just have to do things oddly, don't they?,' I gulp then trailed after Mom who was pushing the trolley.
We approach the barrier unhurriedly, then speed up as we near. I shut my eyes and latch onto Mom's arm. When we halt, I open my eyes and gasp. Before me was the platform and a scarlet steam engine waiting. Overhead a sign said Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock. Behind me was a wrought-iron archway where the wall had been.
Smiling, "Let's get you a less crowed carriage, luv," Mom says and leads me down the platform to an empty compartment near the end of the train. I climb on up, and set Sassy's carrier in the empty compartment. Mom helps me lift the trunk up and into a corner of the compartment under the seat.
"You should be just fine here. Remember to buy something on the way up. It should take you almost four hours to get there. Be safe, learn, and have fun," Mom says hugging me before leaving. I hug her back and kiss her cheek. "I will, Mom. Love you." She kisses my cheek and whispers the words right back, then leaves. I watch as she walks back to the barrier, turns and waves, then walks on thru.
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For the most part the next ten minutes went by recently undisturbed. Older students met up with fellow friends and classmates. Some walked through on their search. It wasn't until a boy around Jessica's age came in that she had another person to talk to.
"Hey! Can I come in here," he asks lugging his trunk behind him. "Oh, yeah. Sure. Here, I'll help ya," Jess moves to help with the trunk. "Thanks, I'm Alexander Harrison. But everyone just calls me Alex. What's your accent?," he says flopping in the seat opposite mine.
He is kinda cute if a little short. His dark brown hair was sweaty from the summer heat. "Oh, it's American. You know, maybe I should wear a sign. That's the second time I've been asked that," I say a little sarcastically.
"Ouch. Maybe I should watch myself. I've heard that you Yanks are an aggressive sort," he says smiling humorously. I playfully growl, then smile. "Oh, yeah. I'll eat ya for breakfast. And where did I put my manners? Hi, I'm Jessica Bradley. New resident to the UK and fellow first year at Hogwarts if I'm assuming correctly."
"Err, you would be correct there. So, what do you think about this school," he says nervously. Surprised, I look at him closely, and then smile. "You're Muggle born aren't ya?"
"Yeah, I am," he states somewhat nervous and defensively. 'Hmm. Wonder what caused this reaction. Must have already faced some prejudice." I grin at him, "Well, that's cool. My mom's the witch in the family, but we live all muggle-like. It'd be nice to know someone who isn't all used to this."
He exhales noisily leans his head back and stops looking as if he's about to attempt making a quick exit. "That's a relief. I've heard that some people aren't real accepting of Muggleborns you know?, he tells. I nod, "Yeah. People can be weird." We then start to talk about what books we had read about wizards and our experiences shopping in Diagon ally.
People traveled past our compartment, but we didn't pay them too much attention. We were joined next when a familiar voice calls out, "Hi you two. Got room for one more?" Looking up, I smile brightly at the cheerful face of Zoey Mansel. I look at Alex who shrugs, then answer, "Sure. You're Zoey, right? This is Alex." He smiles silly, "Alexander Harrison, but call me Alex or I won't know who you're talking to."
Zoey smiles at Alex, eyes shining merrily. "Nice to meet you. I'm Zoey Mansel. Your name's Jessica, right? Did you ever get a wand? What house do you think you'll be in?," she says as she stores away her owl and trunk.
I laugh while Alex looks a little stunned. "Once more, slower please," he utters Zoey's eyes gleam, "Oh, guess that rules out Ravenclaw then." I continue to laugh and take out my wand to show Zoey. "See, did get a wand. Cedar and mermaid hair. What was yours again?" "Sycamore and dragon heartstring," she states then looks at Alex . "Err, Birch and gnome," he blurts out.
A smile turned into a grin which turned into full blown laughter. I stare at her wondering what had happened to her sanity. "What?," Alex says. Shrugging, I look to Zoey. She quiets then says, "Oh that was good. Gnome? You don't know what a gnome is?" We both shake our heads. "Must both be Muggleborns then. Well, a gnome is a wizard's garden pest that resembles a potato with legs. They are rather dim, too. I've haven't heard of too many people with gnome in their wands."
'Oh, that's why,' I feel my lips tug upward. Alex groans. "So, are you both Muggleborns? I've never met any before," Zoey says. He just raises his hand, while I shake my head. "Mom's a witch, but we live in the Muggle world."
"Blimey! How interesting! I guess you don't know much about the houses then, do you?," she said. I shake my head along with Alex. Zoey's smile brightens. It's safe to say that she just loves to talk.
Alex and I were mostly quite while Zoey enlightens more about the houses. We throw in a couple of questions. None of us seems to want to be in Slytherin. Zoey was a rather shocked when I mentioned my grandmother and my mom's cousin was one. Alex, seeing her being somewhat upset, mentioned that maybe the bad reputation they have is a more recent occurrence.
Quickly we change the topic back to something less disturbing. So, we begin to talk about the Sorting ceremony. She believes that they had to fight a dragon. A smirk forms on my face, it appears that only I skimmed through Hogwarts: A History.
I don't tell them, though. What was the fun in that? The expressions on their faces when they find out about the singing hat looks to be very amusing. Alex whispers to Zoey and she glances at me. "You know. Spill," she says. Shaking my head, I refuse. She then states a little peeved that I'll probably be put in Slytherin. I just smile knowing that she's not being serious.
A loud party of red-heads flashed by the compartment. "Whoa. Who're all the reds?," I ask. Zoey leans over and looks out the window. "Oh. Those have to be the Weasleys. They all are Gryffindors and have red hair. My older sister told me about them. She just graduated last year. They better hurry. The train is leaving soon."
Nearby we could hear a couple of voices. Zoey had turned and was explaining Quidditch to Alex. She was a Wasps fan. "Go on, Ginny. There you are have fun at school," said a motherly voice. "But Mum! What about Harry and Ron? They're not here yet," a girl's voice said worriedly. "Don't worry. We'll find them," she said and the train whistled. Zoey had jumped up at the whistle and was waving out the window yelling, "Bye, Mum. Bye Dad."
The door opened and a girl their age peeks in. "Hi. Can I sit here? The others are really full." I look at the others and saw no objection, so reply, "That's all right with me. Come in. I'm Jessica Bradley, American by the way before you ask. That's Alex Harrison and the one hanging out the window is Zoey Mansel." Zoey flashes a smile before continuing to wave until the platforms are out of sight.
The red-headed girl opens the door wider and drags in a worn trunk. Alex helps her set it in the corner. "Err, thanks. I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley." Zoey spins around in the seat and says with awe, "Oh, is it true your brother's friends with Harry Potter?" I roll my eyes at her behavior.
Ginny blushes, and I suddenly remember that she must be the girl from the bookstore. Even redder than before she says, "Yeah, he is. But for some reason they didn't come through the barrier." She starts chewing on her lip and looks out the window.
Alex shifts in his seat nervously. I bet he didn't know how to deal with a worried girl. Zoey seems disappointed that she wouldn't be seeing the famous Harry Potter. Sighing, I suppose it was up to me to break the silence. "The adults will figure it out what happened. They had to be right behind you, so they couldn't have traveled far."
I pause and add, "Hey aren't you that girl I saw in the bookstore?" The red-head looks up startled then in realization. "Yeah. I remember seeing you. What were you trying to tell me?," she asks.
Zoey and Alex look at me questionably, so I smile. "Oh you guys should have seen it. It was awesome. There I was looking at books when they announced that Harry Potter was in the store."
"Oh, you mean you saw Professor Lockhart? Isn't he dreamy?," Zoey sighs. She and Ginny look off dazedly taking a trip to la-la land. I catch Alex's eye and roll mine. He is looking just as uncomfortable as I am by the star- struck girls.
"Anyway--," I stress, "right after that this blond boy starts arguing with Harry. Then, BOOM, out of nowhere appears this girl telling the guy to back off. It was sweet!" Zoey and Alex look at Ginny with interest. "Good job, that was," I put in. Ginny is blushing bright red, "It wasn't a big deal, really. It was my dad and Harry-" I interrupt her, "Yeah and then the grownups come in and start to fist fight. Impressive and very entertaining." We all start to smile as we imagine that picture.
Zoey shakes her head looks at Ginny. "So, I was telling them about the houses. Alex is Muggleborn and Jessica is half. They aren't sure where they'll fit. Me, I'm thinking Gryffindor like dad, or Hufflepuff like mom. Ravenclaw'd be nice. What about you?," Zoey says. Ginny looking a little more cheerful states confidently, "Gryffindor, surely. All my family is in there."
And so, the journey to Hogwarts has begun.
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Oh, yeah. Those color and rock meanings are all part of the research I was talking about. Other things I've researched, were types of British names, British slang, international travel policy, a little of the history of Alexandria, typical pub names, smiting tools and techniques, names of Hogwarts students, spirit quests, and various psychic abilities. I have a big reference file on my computer that I store info on.
That line about ink wells: Well, creative juices flowing= lots of ink on paper = old saying = old method of writing = ink wells like the ones they use in Harry Potter. I don't really think of today's ink pens as flowing, so automatically figured it was a saying from old. When you're being creative (in writing) wouldn't there be a lot of flowing ink on paper? When I try to think what they mean about other kinds of juices they could mean-well lets just say-eww! So, you follow my twisted logic? Got any other ideas about what that saying could mean?
My classes got canceled because of icy roads, so I finished this a little earlier than normal. Hope you like. This section is more childish, but major in conversation (and minor in description).