Left Somewhere Behind
Disclaimer: I know that, unfortunately all of these (but not the plot!) belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 3: The school of witchcraft and wizardry
"E o futuro é uma astronave
And the future is a spacecraft
que tentamos pilotar
that we keep trying to pilot
Não tem tempo nem piedade
It doesn't have time nor piety
Nem tem hora de chegar
Nor a right hour to arrive
Sem pedir licença muda nossa vida
Without asking our consent it changes our life
E depois convida a rir ou chorar
And then invites us to laugh or to cry
Nessa estrada não nos cabe
In this path we aren't meant
Conhecer ou ver o que vir
To know or to see what's coming
O fim dela ninguém sabe
Its end, nobody knows
Bem ao certo onde vai dar
For sure where it's gonna be
Vamos todos numa linda passarela
We go along in this beautiful stage
De uma aquarela que um dia em fim,
Of a watercolor that one day, at last
Descolorira"
Will be discolored
Aquarela, Toquinho (brazilian song "Watercolour", by Toquinho)
In the few moments that Wendy had been left waiting, she was reminded of one of her childhood storybooks which had a witch who strangely resembled Professor McGonagall. Their clothes were almost identical, along with her pointed hat. The only difference was that although her face was most severe, Professor McGonagall didn't seem to be as evil. In any another situation Wendy could have laughed but she was way too worried about what was going to happen to her.
Professor McGonagall soon came back with a strange man. He had long oily black hair and big eyes. She looked at Wendy and asked her name, then said to the man. "Mr. Filch, please take Miss.Yume to Professor Dumbledore's office immediately and provide her with some sandwiches." After the old woman was finished speaking she turned back to Wendy. "The headmaster wants to talk to you but the Sorting Ceremony and the feast cannot be delayed. Now if you would excuse me please, I have to be present at the Ceremony."
The strange man took Wendy through several dark stone corridors, illuminated by bright candles and down some small staircases, always muttering some words she couldn't understand. When they finally reached the end of a long corridor, before a turn, Filch asked her to wait there for a moment. Wendy turned around, glancing every direction before her eyes fell upon a small cat standing in the shadows behind her. It seemed to be very adorable in the dark and although she was feeling rather terrified about her situation, Wendy lowered her hand to caress it. It came closer, suspicious at first but let her touch it. It acted as if it was the first time someone had shown affection towards it in a very long time. Suddenly Mr. Filch came back, astonished to see the girl cherishing his cat.
"Do you like her?" He asked impressed.
"Its so cute(" Wendy answered.
"I'm not speaking to you!" Filch replied as he turned to look at his cat. "Mr. Norris, do you like her?"
The cat went closer to Filch, rubbing up against his legs. He stared at Wendy for a few seconds, then turned and walked around the bend. She followed him and they soon were climbing up a narrow, circular staircase. At the top of it there was a rounded office, full of all kinds of strange objects and portraits hung all over the walls. Mysteriously they had all been painted while the person was asleep.
"Please wait here. As you see, I had to take you the long way so you could not see the main staircases. You will most likely have to wait a few minutes before Professor Dumbledore arrives. There are some sandwiches and pumpkin juice over there on the table."Filch started walking towards the door and when he reached it, he turned around. "And if I were you, I wouldn't touch anything."
Indeed she didn't intend to. Although Wendy had already verified that the only living thing in the room other than herself was a big, beautiful red bird that she had never seen before. Wendy was very hungry but each time she turned her back something seemed to move and so the feeling that she was being watched didn't let her eat anything. Wendy finally gave up and sat down, looking over at the jar of pumpkin juice sitting on the table. Pumpkin juice? That's really strange! I'm at a school located in a castle, with a teacher who looks like a witch and now there is pumpkin juice? Where did I wind up? But most importantly what are they going to do with me?
Only minutes passed by but they seemed like a lifetime to Wendy. She began thinking of the worst things that could possibly happen to her and started to regret the moment that she jumped on that train when Professor Dumbledore entered the office quietly. He stood there staring at her calmly, as if he was recalling some distant memory. Feeling rather awkward and out of place, Wendy stood up and began looking at the ground.
"So you are Miss.Yume, the girl who somehow managed to arrive at Hogwarts without being noticed." Dumbledore said cheerfully. But when he noticed her frightened expression he added quickly. "No, no. I do not blame you! I knew you were coming. You told me so. I just can't tell you how, nor when I found out this information."
Wendy didn't take her eyes off of the ground. But now she was feeling more comfortable. The headmaster spoke with a soft voice, making her feel relaxed. But she couldn't seem to understand how he could have known that she was coming before she had even arrived. Then Wendy remembered that everything inside that school was strange so in no way should she be astonished by a visionary headmaster.
"I'm not a visionary and I cannot read minds. Well at least not this way. But yes, Professor McGonagall is a witch and so are you." Dumbledore replied as he stared down at her over his half moon spectacles.
Wendy just stood there in shock. Of course I'm not a witch! How can I be? The headmaster looked extremely friendly but Wendy was sure he was out of his mind.
"I'm sorry sir. But you have made a mistake. I am not a witch."
"I wouldn't be so certain of that. But if you really believe that you are not. Then I am sorry but you cannot be accepted at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts? I've already heard of that name("
"Of course you have. It means that you are in some relation to a witch or a wizard." Dumbledore smiled at her bewildered expression.
"No, I don't know anyone like that."
"This might refresh your memory." Dumbledore replied as he showed Wendy an envelope addressed to herself.
"I recognize this! I received a letter like that... two years ago, if I'm not mistaken."
"No you are not mistaken. You see, only witches and wizards are invited to enroll at Hogwarts."
"But my stepfather, he said that it was a foolish advertisement. He didn't believe any of that."
"But do you believe?"
"I(I don't know." Wendy said.
"Have you ever done something strange when you were scared or angry?" Dumbledore asked and she nodded her head.
"Well once, when I was five. I was having dinner with my parents when they started to argue. I remember it was over something very silly but my stepfather got really upset and threatened to hit my mom. I was terrified because I had never seen him like that before. I didn't want my mom to get hurt. But the moment he raised his hand, he suddenly stopped. He couldn't move. The same instant my mother looked over at me. My father didn't realize that it was me who had done it and neither did I at that moment. But once I noticed what was happening he started moving again. My mother quickly took me by the hand to my bedroom and asked me never to tell anybody about what I had just done. I agreed and had kept her promise. My mother had died the next year and so I tried to avoid thinking of that moment whenever possible." Wendy was close to tears as she looked up at the Headmaster. "I didn't understand it then but now I do. If I really am a witch, I believe that could have been magic."
"And I'm sure it was. So now that you believe me. Do you want to study here and learn how to use your gift?"
"Yes, I do! But I cannot afford it. If my stepfather doesn't approve, he will never pay for my school supplies and I'm positive that he won't."
"Don't worry Mss. Yume. We have our own ways of going about situations such as these. So now that you have agreed, we have to get everything set up. Do you remember where you left your trunk?"
"At the station. I don't think anybody picked it up. So it must be in the lost and found section." Wendy replied solemnly.
"I will ask someone to bring it up. Oh how I do wish Hagrid was back by now, he would have done that for you at once. Well the next step will be to transform your old school supplies into ours. Then... Hmm... Yes, you need to be sorted into your house still. Professor McGonagall will be bringing the sorting hat up in a few moments, so that will be taken care of. Now I feel that the hardest part will be yours Mss. Yume; you will be expected to learn everything your classmates have learned up until December. I'm sure I can arrange you some private tutors but you will have to study hard. Do you think you can handle it?" Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
"I'm sure I can an least try."
"Yes, well that is all we can expect. Oh, here is Professor McGonagall now. Miss Yume, please sit down."
McGonagall arrived carrying an old hat, which Dumbledore took from her hands and place it on to Wendy's head. It fell over her eyes and suddenly the hat began to speak. Wendy was in shock at first but then she remembered she was now in a magical world. "Hmm... I think I should put you into Slytherin(yes. Although you don't have a bad mind either. You are a little ambitious, would do almost anything to reach your goals and you have a big thirst to prove yourself. Yes( I'd say SLY... Wait! Do you really believe that?"
"Believe what?" Wendy asked.
"You believe you are a muggleborn. So I can't put you in Slytherin, they would tear you apart for sure. Hmm, let me see... All right, you are also very brave and reliable. Yes... Better be GRYFFINDOR!"
"Congratulations Miss. Yume. Professor McGonagall will lead you to your common room. In your dormitory you will find pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow. After breakfast, go to the teacher's room and ask for myself. You will receive your timetable in the morning." Dumbledore said as he got to his feet.
Wendy stood up as well and went to the door but the moment she was going to grab the doorknob, it suddenly burst open. A squat witch with a broad, flabby face, a little neck and a very wide, slack mouth came entered the room. She stared at Wendy with disdain and then looked back at Dumbledore.
"What is she doing here?" The new arrival said in a fluttery, girlish, high-pitched voice.
"I'm afraid, Professor Umbridge, that what my students are doing in my office is none of you concern. And also, I should have asked you to knock before coming entering, in a matter of politeness of course." Dumbledore stated calmly staring at her.
The woman's eyes burned in anger and she said spitefully. "The passage was open, so I came up. Now Professor, we really do need to discuss a few relevant questions that I have been needing to ask you."
"Indeed we do." Dumbledore said as he turned to the young girl standing in front of his desk. "Miss. Yume and Professor McGonagall, you may go now."
Wendy climbed back down the stairs with a wide smile on her face. It had gone much better then she had anticipated. Not even in her best dreams could she have imagined leaving Smeltings and going to a school to learn magic! Wendy knew that she would do her best to stay there and learn everything she could. Now as she looked around Wendy found that the corridors didn't seem so cold anymore. Actually, they were quite sheltering.
Hello!
Well, this chapter took a little longer then the others. Well, it's twice the length of the first ones and as I'm having tests at school, I had just a little time to write. I hope you are enjoying (and understanding) it. Send your reviews!!!! Make an author happy! And thaks for those who already have sent (more exactly Artemisgodess, unforgiven, Annoriel, Pepper Spray and of course my great friend and beta reader BlackWiltedRose!)
Thanks,
Renatinha Black =D
Disclaimer: I know that, unfortunately all of these (but not the plot!) belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 3: The school of witchcraft and wizardry
"E o futuro é uma astronave
And the future is a spacecraft
que tentamos pilotar
that we keep trying to pilot
Não tem tempo nem piedade
It doesn't have time nor piety
Nem tem hora de chegar
Nor a right hour to arrive
Sem pedir licença muda nossa vida
Without asking our consent it changes our life
E depois convida a rir ou chorar
And then invites us to laugh or to cry
Nessa estrada não nos cabe
In this path we aren't meant
Conhecer ou ver o que vir
To know or to see what's coming
O fim dela ninguém sabe
Its end, nobody knows
Bem ao certo onde vai dar
For sure where it's gonna be
Vamos todos numa linda passarela
We go along in this beautiful stage
De uma aquarela que um dia em fim,
Of a watercolor that one day, at last
Descolorira"
Will be discolored
Aquarela, Toquinho (brazilian song "Watercolour", by Toquinho)
In the few moments that Wendy had been left waiting, she was reminded of one of her childhood storybooks which had a witch who strangely resembled Professor McGonagall. Their clothes were almost identical, along with her pointed hat. The only difference was that although her face was most severe, Professor McGonagall didn't seem to be as evil. In any another situation Wendy could have laughed but she was way too worried about what was going to happen to her.
Professor McGonagall soon came back with a strange man. He had long oily black hair and big eyes. She looked at Wendy and asked her name, then said to the man. "Mr. Filch, please take Miss.Yume to Professor Dumbledore's office immediately and provide her with some sandwiches." After the old woman was finished speaking she turned back to Wendy. "The headmaster wants to talk to you but the Sorting Ceremony and the feast cannot be delayed. Now if you would excuse me please, I have to be present at the Ceremony."
The strange man took Wendy through several dark stone corridors, illuminated by bright candles and down some small staircases, always muttering some words she couldn't understand. When they finally reached the end of a long corridor, before a turn, Filch asked her to wait there for a moment. Wendy turned around, glancing every direction before her eyes fell upon a small cat standing in the shadows behind her. It seemed to be very adorable in the dark and although she was feeling rather terrified about her situation, Wendy lowered her hand to caress it. It came closer, suspicious at first but let her touch it. It acted as if it was the first time someone had shown affection towards it in a very long time. Suddenly Mr. Filch came back, astonished to see the girl cherishing his cat.
"Do you like her?" He asked impressed.
"Its so cute(" Wendy answered.
"I'm not speaking to you!" Filch replied as he turned to look at his cat. "Mr. Norris, do you like her?"
The cat went closer to Filch, rubbing up against his legs. He stared at Wendy for a few seconds, then turned and walked around the bend. She followed him and they soon were climbing up a narrow, circular staircase. At the top of it there was a rounded office, full of all kinds of strange objects and portraits hung all over the walls. Mysteriously they had all been painted while the person was asleep.
"Please wait here. As you see, I had to take you the long way so you could not see the main staircases. You will most likely have to wait a few minutes before Professor Dumbledore arrives. There are some sandwiches and pumpkin juice over there on the table."Filch started walking towards the door and when he reached it, he turned around. "And if I were you, I wouldn't touch anything."
Indeed she didn't intend to. Although Wendy had already verified that the only living thing in the room other than herself was a big, beautiful red bird that she had never seen before. Wendy was very hungry but each time she turned her back something seemed to move and so the feeling that she was being watched didn't let her eat anything. Wendy finally gave up and sat down, looking over at the jar of pumpkin juice sitting on the table. Pumpkin juice? That's really strange! I'm at a school located in a castle, with a teacher who looks like a witch and now there is pumpkin juice? Where did I wind up? But most importantly what are they going to do with me?
Only minutes passed by but they seemed like a lifetime to Wendy. She began thinking of the worst things that could possibly happen to her and started to regret the moment that she jumped on that train when Professor Dumbledore entered the office quietly. He stood there staring at her calmly, as if he was recalling some distant memory. Feeling rather awkward and out of place, Wendy stood up and began looking at the ground.
"So you are Miss.Yume, the girl who somehow managed to arrive at Hogwarts without being noticed." Dumbledore said cheerfully. But when he noticed her frightened expression he added quickly. "No, no. I do not blame you! I knew you were coming. You told me so. I just can't tell you how, nor when I found out this information."
Wendy didn't take her eyes off of the ground. But now she was feeling more comfortable. The headmaster spoke with a soft voice, making her feel relaxed. But she couldn't seem to understand how he could have known that she was coming before she had even arrived. Then Wendy remembered that everything inside that school was strange so in no way should she be astonished by a visionary headmaster.
"I'm not a visionary and I cannot read minds. Well at least not this way. But yes, Professor McGonagall is a witch and so are you." Dumbledore replied as he stared down at her over his half moon spectacles.
Wendy just stood there in shock. Of course I'm not a witch! How can I be? The headmaster looked extremely friendly but Wendy was sure he was out of his mind.
"I'm sorry sir. But you have made a mistake. I am not a witch."
"I wouldn't be so certain of that. But if you really believe that you are not. Then I am sorry but you cannot be accepted at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts? I've already heard of that name("
"Of course you have. It means that you are in some relation to a witch or a wizard." Dumbledore smiled at her bewildered expression.
"No, I don't know anyone like that."
"This might refresh your memory." Dumbledore replied as he showed Wendy an envelope addressed to herself.
"I recognize this! I received a letter like that... two years ago, if I'm not mistaken."
"No you are not mistaken. You see, only witches and wizards are invited to enroll at Hogwarts."
"But my stepfather, he said that it was a foolish advertisement. He didn't believe any of that."
"But do you believe?"
"I(I don't know." Wendy said.
"Have you ever done something strange when you were scared or angry?" Dumbledore asked and she nodded her head.
"Well once, when I was five. I was having dinner with my parents when they started to argue. I remember it was over something very silly but my stepfather got really upset and threatened to hit my mom. I was terrified because I had never seen him like that before. I didn't want my mom to get hurt. But the moment he raised his hand, he suddenly stopped. He couldn't move. The same instant my mother looked over at me. My father didn't realize that it was me who had done it and neither did I at that moment. But once I noticed what was happening he started moving again. My mother quickly took me by the hand to my bedroom and asked me never to tell anybody about what I had just done. I agreed and had kept her promise. My mother had died the next year and so I tried to avoid thinking of that moment whenever possible." Wendy was close to tears as she looked up at the Headmaster. "I didn't understand it then but now I do. If I really am a witch, I believe that could have been magic."
"And I'm sure it was. So now that you believe me. Do you want to study here and learn how to use your gift?"
"Yes, I do! But I cannot afford it. If my stepfather doesn't approve, he will never pay for my school supplies and I'm positive that he won't."
"Don't worry Mss. Yume. We have our own ways of going about situations such as these. So now that you have agreed, we have to get everything set up. Do you remember where you left your trunk?"
"At the station. I don't think anybody picked it up. So it must be in the lost and found section." Wendy replied solemnly.
"I will ask someone to bring it up. Oh how I do wish Hagrid was back by now, he would have done that for you at once. Well the next step will be to transform your old school supplies into ours. Then... Hmm... Yes, you need to be sorted into your house still. Professor McGonagall will be bringing the sorting hat up in a few moments, so that will be taken care of. Now I feel that the hardest part will be yours Mss. Yume; you will be expected to learn everything your classmates have learned up until December. I'm sure I can arrange you some private tutors but you will have to study hard. Do you think you can handle it?" Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
"I'm sure I can an least try."
"Yes, well that is all we can expect. Oh, here is Professor McGonagall now. Miss Yume, please sit down."
McGonagall arrived carrying an old hat, which Dumbledore took from her hands and place it on to Wendy's head. It fell over her eyes and suddenly the hat began to speak. Wendy was in shock at first but then she remembered she was now in a magical world. "Hmm... I think I should put you into Slytherin(yes. Although you don't have a bad mind either. You are a little ambitious, would do almost anything to reach your goals and you have a big thirst to prove yourself. Yes( I'd say SLY... Wait! Do you really believe that?"
"Believe what?" Wendy asked.
"You believe you are a muggleborn. So I can't put you in Slytherin, they would tear you apart for sure. Hmm, let me see... All right, you are also very brave and reliable. Yes... Better be GRYFFINDOR!"
"Congratulations Miss. Yume. Professor McGonagall will lead you to your common room. In your dormitory you will find pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow. After breakfast, go to the teacher's room and ask for myself. You will receive your timetable in the morning." Dumbledore said as he got to his feet.
Wendy stood up as well and went to the door but the moment she was going to grab the doorknob, it suddenly burst open. A squat witch with a broad, flabby face, a little neck and a very wide, slack mouth came entered the room. She stared at Wendy with disdain and then looked back at Dumbledore.
"What is she doing here?" The new arrival said in a fluttery, girlish, high-pitched voice.
"I'm afraid, Professor Umbridge, that what my students are doing in my office is none of you concern. And also, I should have asked you to knock before coming entering, in a matter of politeness of course." Dumbledore stated calmly staring at her.
The woman's eyes burned in anger and she said spitefully. "The passage was open, so I came up. Now Professor, we really do need to discuss a few relevant questions that I have been needing to ask you."
"Indeed we do." Dumbledore said as he turned to the young girl standing in front of his desk. "Miss. Yume and Professor McGonagall, you may go now."
Wendy climbed back down the stairs with a wide smile on her face. It had gone much better then she had anticipated. Not even in her best dreams could she have imagined leaving Smeltings and going to a school to learn magic! Wendy knew that she would do her best to stay there and learn everything she could. Now as she looked around Wendy found that the corridors didn't seem so cold anymore. Actually, they were quite sheltering.
Hello!
Well, this chapter took a little longer then the others. Well, it's twice the length of the first ones and as I'm having tests at school, I had just a little time to write. I hope you are enjoying (and understanding) it. Send your reviews!!!! Make an author happy! And thaks for those who already have sent (more exactly Artemisgodess, unforgiven, Annoriel, Pepper Spray and of course my great friend and beta reader BlackWiltedRose!)
Thanks,
Renatinha Black =D