Chapter 4
The next morning brought the usual chaos that reigned in the Weasley household. Bacon was sizzling, forks clinking, the sound of footsteps pounding up and down the stairs and queries of lost items with tempers quickening. And was forgotten one Muggle girl.
Until she came into the kitchen, her cheeks bright red, her breathing a little deep and fast piece music blaring out of a tiny mp3 player. Her blond hair bounced as she closed the door behind her, a slight sheen of sweat beaded her forehead. "Wonderful you're all up. I hoped that I didn't wake anyone when I left this morning."
A mummer of nos' littered the table. Gwendolyn excused herself to wash her face and freshen up for breakfast. When arrived back down, the table was empty except for the few dishes that were floating themselves to the sink and was being washed by a dishcloth that was suspended in mid air. Pouring herself some orange juice she went to study the cloth. "Amazing," she whispered under her breath.
Her wonderment of the magic around her increased as she walked around studying the clock had a hand for all of the Weasley's kids and parents. 'So this what a real home is like,' she thought as trunks descended down the stairs. 'Well, a magical one.'
A series of a car honking turned her attention to the driveway. A pair of identical red heads popped out of two beat up cars. The trunks that just passed Gwendolyn made their ways to the cars.
"Gwennie!" one of the twins came over." Heard that you're staying with Mum –"
"-And Dad for the year." The other one finished. "You'll have to stop by the shop."
"Shop?" Gwendolyn asked baffled and pleasantly surprised by their natural cheerfulness and acceptance.
Ginny came outside. "Fred and George own a joke shop in Diagon Alley. They give Zonko's a run for his money."
Gwendolyn didn't know Diagon Alley or who Zonko was but nodded and gave her congratulations for being so successful. "I would love to stop by," she said honestly.
"Oh good, George, Fred you're here. Good. I think we have everything . . .," Mrs. Weasley said as she hustled out the door. It wasn't until 20 minutes later that Gwendolyn waved goodbye to her host family's children and friends. Ginny had come around and gave her hug. The young red head was beaming on the thoughts of going to school, she was sporting one of Gwendolyn's dark green T-Shirts. Here eyes were sparkling a light blue. "I'll owl you when I get in. You too," she added hurriedly as one of the twins honked the horn. "Tell all about your day at school. We would take you . . ." but she ended the sentence up in the air.
"Don't worry about me," Gwendolyn said with a shake of her head. "I understand. I have to wait for my own car, I have to pickup my own uniform and stuff. Good bye Ron." Ron had stepped out of the house for the second time; a strange ceremony dress was balled up in his hands.
He frowned as he looked at her. Gwendolyn felt like grimacing. "Bye, are you coming Ginny?"
Ginny stuck her tongue out. "I don't know about his mood. I best be going. I'll see you at Christmas vacation."
Gwendolyn sighed as she waved goodbye and turned into the very quiet house. Sitting down at the table she pulled out a paper and. quill? It wrote when she pressed it to the paper. She wrote a list of contacts of people she would need to talk to right away in case any called. Her uncle topped the list, followed by the housekeeper, butler and two friends from school. Letting the feather brush her cheeks, she thought before circling her uncles David's name twice.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel had her head pick up. A two more cars entered the driveway. Both were shiny and very new looking. The driver of the Aston Martin came out and asked if she was Gwendolyn MacLean. She said she was and signed the form saying she received her car. It was to help with her travel to school and back. The driver thanked her, handed over the keys and got into the other vehicle before speeding away.
Gwendolyn held the keys tight. "Thank you Uncle David!" she said with a whoop. Racing in to change, Gwendolyn mentally prepared to go to her new school. Transferring schools often, she found it easier to walk around the school, pick up her uniform and meet any teachers that were around than to show up unprepared the first day.
Staring at her blank canvass as she entered her room, colours and possibilities entered her mind. Debating whether to sit own at the easel or go into London Gwendolyn fought the urge to stay. As she changed into more appropriate clothes, grabbed her purse and sunglasses, thoughts of magic and wizards left her as nerves and excitement filled her on her new school.
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Oh My Goodness!!!!
I was so wonderfully shocked by all the wonderful reviews. I was so inspired that I finished this chapter today. Thank you so much and please don't stop reviewing!!!!
Just a few comments.
To hunni07: First, I love putting Canada into this story. And the chicken dance is cool. J'adore les canards! Allez les canards! (My French isn't that great . . .) Second, nope Gwendolyn is attending a non-magical prep school in London. Don't worry; she'll be having adventures with Ron, Ginny and co. sooner than Christmas.
To Jocelyn Padoga: Can I call you Joi? I'm glad you think it's cute. I love eyecandy and the sort. I'm also very glad that you think its original. I am trying to make it so!
To sark's heart: I try to make Gwendolyn's character very open-minded about her situation. In this chapter you start to see a bit more about Gwendolyn's upbringing. I'll bring more character development into the story shortly.
To The Redheaded Duck: I understand you're general avoidance of exchange student stories but I'm overjoyed that this is an exception. I'm trying to break it out of the norm, please let me know how I'm doing!
To ic 2021: I will! I'm very busy with work but I really want to tell Gwendolyn's story.
Please review often; it does help me write more. Isn't this proof of it?
Happy Canada Day!
M.McNamara
The next morning brought the usual chaos that reigned in the Weasley household. Bacon was sizzling, forks clinking, the sound of footsteps pounding up and down the stairs and queries of lost items with tempers quickening. And was forgotten one Muggle girl.
Until she came into the kitchen, her cheeks bright red, her breathing a little deep and fast piece music blaring out of a tiny mp3 player. Her blond hair bounced as she closed the door behind her, a slight sheen of sweat beaded her forehead. "Wonderful you're all up. I hoped that I didn't wake anyone when I left this morning."
A mummer of nos' littered the table. Gwendolyn excused herself to wash her face and freshen up for breakfast. When arrived back down, the table was empty except for the few dishes that were floating themselves to the sink and was being washed by a dishcloth that was suspended in mid air. Pouring herself some orange juice she went to study the cloth. "Amazing," she whispered under her breath.
Her wonderment of the magic around her increased as she walked around studying the clock had a hand for all of the Weasley's kids and parents. 'So this what a real home is like,' she thought as trunks descended down the stairs. 'Well, a magical one.'
A series of a car honking turned her attention to the driveway. A pair of identical red heads popped out of two beat up cars. The trunks that just passed Gwendolyn made their ways to the cars.
"Gwennie!" one of the twins came over." Heard that you're staying with Mum –"
"-And Dad for the year." The other one finished. "You'll have to stop by the shop."
"Shop?" Gwendolyn asked baffled and pleasantly surprised by their natural cheerfulness and acceptance.
Ginny came outside. "Fred and George own a joke shop in Diagon Alley. They give Zonko's a run for his money."
Gwendolyn didn't know Diagon Alley or who Zonko was but nodded and gave her congratulations for being so successful. "I would love to stop by," she said honestly.
"Oh good, George, Fred you're here. Good. I think we have everything . . .," Mrs. Weasley said as she hustled out the door. It wasn't until 20 minutes later that Gwendolyn waved goodbye to her host family's children and friends. Ginny had come around and gave her hug. The young red head was beaming on the thoughts of going to school, she was sporting one of Gwendolyn's dark green T-Shirts. Here eyes were sparkling a light blue. "I'll owl you when I get in. You too," she added hurriedly as one of the twins honked the horn. "Tell all about your day at school. We would take you . . ." but she ended the sentence up in the air.
"Don't worry about me," Gwendolyn said with a shake of her head. "I understand. I have to wait for my own car, I have to pickup my own uniform and stuff. Good bye Ron." Ron had stepped out of the house for the second time; a strange ceremony dress was balled up in his hands.
He frowned as he looked at her. Gwendolyn felt like grimacing. "Bye, are you coming Ginny?"
Ginny stuck her tongue out. "I don't know about his mood. I best be going. I'll see you at Christmas vacation."
Gwendolyn sighed as she waved goodbye and turned into the very quiet house. Sitting down at the table she pulled out a paper and. quill? It wrote when she pressed it to the paper. She wrote a list of contacts of people she would need to talk to right away in case any called. Her uncle topped the list, followed by the housekeeper, butler and two friends from school. Letting the feather brush her cheeks, she thought before circling her uncles David's name twice.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel had her head pick up. A two more cars entered the driveway. Both were shiny and very new looking. The driver of the Aston Martin came out and asked if she was Gwendolyn MacLean. She said she was and signed the form saying she received her car. It was to help with her travel to school and back. The driver thanked her, handed over the keys and got into the other vehicle before speeding away.
Gwendolyn held the keys tight. "Thank you Uncle David!" she said with a whoop. Racing in to change, Gwendolyn mentally prepared to go to her new school. Transferring schools often, she found it easier to walk around the school, pick up her uniform and meet any teachers that were around than to show up unprepared the first day.
Staring at her blank canvass as she entered her room, colours and possibilities entered her mind. Debating whether to sit own at the easel or go into London Gwendolyn fought the urge to stay. As she changed into more appropriate clothes, grabbed her purse and sunglasses, thoughts of magic and wizards left her as nerves and excitement filled her on her new school.
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Oh My Goodness!!!!
I was so wonderfully shocked by all the wonderful reviews. I was so inspired that I finished this chapter today. Thank you so much and please don't stop reviewing!!!!
Just a few comments.
To hunni07: First, I love putting Canada into this story. And the chicken dance is cool. J'adore les canards! Allez les canards! (My French isn't that great . . .) Second, nope Gwendolyn is attending a non-magical prep school in London. Don't worry; she'll be having adventures with Ron, Ginny and co. sooner than Christmas.
To Jocelyn Padoga: Can I call you Joi? I'm glad you think it's cute. I love eyecandy and the sort. I'm also very glad that you think its original. I am trying to make it so!
To sark's heart: I try to make Gwendolyn's character very open-minded about her situation. In this chapter you start to see a bit more about Gwendolyn's upbringing. I'll bring more character development into the story shortly.
To The Redheaded Duck: I understand you're general avoidance of exchange student stories but I'm overjoyed that this is an exception. I'm trying to break it out of the norm, please let me know how I'm doing!
To ic 2021: I will! I'm very busy with work but I really want to tell Gwendolyn's story.
Please review often; it does help me write more. Isn't this proof of it?
Happy Canada Day!
M.McNamara