A/N: The second part of my looooong story:
There were candles actually floating in mid-air, and there wasn't a ceiling. There were over four hundred people dressed in strange clothes like they were all some sort of munk. There were four thin and incredibly long tables with people ages eleven to seventeen sitting at all four of them. At the far end of the room, Laurie could see another table with adults sitting at it. The adult who was in the middle was standing. He was very old and had long silvery hair. He was wearing strange robes and a pointed hat.
All eyes were staring at Laurie.
"Sorry to...er...desturb you...I'll go now..." Laurie said in a small voice, backing away slowly.
The old man waved his hand and the scent of delicious food filled the room.
She looked at the four tables where a feast had magically appeared.
Nobody moved, and kept their eyes on Laurie.
Laurie could hear whispers and started becoming nervous.
She turned around and was about to run out of the castle when she saw a women standing in front of her.
The women had brown hair that was worn in a tight bun and she too was wearing strange clothes.
"Follow me, please, and don't try running away." She glanced at Laurie's worried face and added, "Oh, I won't harm you. Just follow me." She said and started walking down another hallway.
Laurie followed and observed everything there was inside this hallway.
She could see closed doors and opened doors. Most of the open doors lead into classrooms.
"Excuse me, miss, is this some type of school?" Laurie asked the women who was walking in front of her.
"Yes. And call me professor." The women said, turning her head slightly.
"Ah. Here we are. Hippogriff Spit." the women said, and a statue of a gargoyle suddenly came to life and stepped aside to reveal a door.
"P-pardon?" Laurie said.
"Get inside, and don't be so frightened." The women said sharply, not bothering to explain herself.
Laurie obeyed and went inside to find an office.
The women came in behind her and pulled out a long wooden stick.
She waved the stick and a chair appeared at the far end of the room.
"Sit." said the women beckoning at the chair.
Laurie cautiasly went to the chair, as if afraid it might bite her.
Just then the door opened and in came the old man from the other room.
"Good evening. Menerva, I'd like a word."
The women stepped out of the room.
"I am Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Here the students learn the basics of magic." Dumbledore paused, then continued.
"You are what we wizards and witches call a muggle. A muggle is someone who is not magical. Now, what is your name?"
"Torence...Lamp...." Laurie lied, glancing at the lamp on the desk.
"Torence Lamp? What is your real name?" Dumbledore said.
Laurie looked embarassed.
"Laurie Broden."
"Ah, Laurie. A lovely name. My dear aunt was named that, but sadly enough, she passed away. And your age?" Dumbledore asked.
"Thirteen." Laurie answered truthfully.
"I see. Would you mind if you were a witch?"
A/N: Please reveiw! It really would mean a lot to me if you did. Thank you!