Disclaimer: Of course I don't own any of J.K Rowling's stuff, because, well, it's hers. My stuff is all the stuff you don't recognize. Please review so that I can make the story better. Without anymore rambling, here is the second chapter.
Chapter 2: The Letters and the Truth
"Good morning Sir, Blair," said the ghost of a short, portly old woman to the children as they came into the kitchen from the large, circular atrium. "You can go right on into the dinning room, breakfast is waiting."
"Morning Martha, thank you." Blair said going into the cavernous dinning room.
"Smells like French toast." Jacob said, sniffing eagerly at the air.
"Right you are Master Jacob. Eggs, bacon and toast as well."
The two children sat down, across from each other on either side of the 20'x 6', mahogany table.
"Pass the toast." Blair said.
"Get it yourself." Jacob retorted.
"Jake, you're six feet away, go figure, I can't reach. God, can't you just slide it?" Blair yelled.
"Children, children," Kathryn said, staggering into the dinning room, holding a cigarette in one hand and her head in the other. She was wearing a black silk slip and a red velvet bathrobe that was slipping off one shoulder. Her black hair was sticking up in all directions, and her eyelids were half closed over black-flecked, spring green eyes.
"Morning Kitty." Blair and Jake chorused. They had never been able to call her Mom'.
"Oh god," Kitty said backing up. "Not so loud. Martha, a martini."
"But Lady, it's only 11:30." Martha said cautiously.
"Yes I know, I should have already had one by now, I was up late. By the way, does anyone know when Tommy left?" She said sitting at the table.
"Oh," Blair said quickly, "we didn't see."
"Pitty, he was a very lovely man." She smiled to herself.
"Your drink, madam." Martha said handing over the martini.
"Martha, you fool, there is only one olive in this, go get me another."
"Yes mum." Martha said, and glided off. Kitty took a deep drink from the glass, shuddered, pulling a face, and took up a piece of toast.
"So, what were you planning to do today darling?" Kitty asked.
" I," Blair and Jake started. Kitty looked piercingly at Blair and she fell silent.
"Well," Jake said running a hand through his spiky black hair, "I thought I'd do some flying, on my new STAR SWEEP 5,000." He said, directing this comment toward Blair, who was getting the great honor of being given his old Star Sweep 2,000.
"That is quite amusing, but can SOMEONE STOP THAT INFERNAL TAPPING!" Kitty yelled, and they looked at the high window, outside of which was a large barn owl.
"Martha!" Kitty yelled, holding her head. Martha came into the room, plopped an olive in Kitty's martini, and glided up to the window and let the bird in. The owl flew down, placed a letter in front of Jake, and flew back out the window. Everyone starred at the letter.
"Jake, that's your HOGWARTS letter!" Kitty exclaimed.
"Yes!" Jake exclaimed as he ripped it open, "Dear Mr. Moors, we are pleased to inform you, blah, blah, blah. Wow, yes! This is so cool! I finally got it!"
"Oh, Jakey, I'm so proud of you! We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to collect your things." Kitty said.
No one had noticed a tawny owl fly in and drop a letter in front of Blair. She looked down and saw:
Ms. B. Moors
1 Moors Dr.
Abbotsbury
Dorset
Printed in neat, curly handwriting. She cleared her throat loudly; Kitty and Jake looked at her. Their jaws dropped.
The Moors family was well known for it's entirely pure blood family. No one ever brought up the fact that they didn't know too much about Blair's background. It had always been uncertain whether she had any power at all; she had never done anything spectacularly magical in her life.
"Well, don't just sit there, open it." Kitty said in a quiet voice. Blair's fingers moved slowly toward the envelope, carefully ripped it open, and read shakily:
"Dear Ms. B. Moors,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Dear god." Kitty said
"Bloody hell." Jake said
"Congratulations!" Martha said quietly.
"Uh." Blair said in amazement. It was perfectly silent and she was being fixed with two pairs of spring green, black-flecked, eyes, as well as a pair of transparent ones. Kitty was first to break the silence.
"I, I'm very happy for you Blair." She said slowly, then she launched into a babble of sickening girl talk. "Oh, my, we'll have to buy you a wand and I can teach you some cosmetic charms and I can lend you this book I use to read, it's called "How to Get the Wizards You Want" and." On and on she went while Jake continued to glare at her with his light green eyes. ".and I'll tell you the secret passageways in the Slytherin common room to use special bedrooms, and."
"Wait, hang on a minute, who says I'll be in Slytherin?" Blair said franticly. She had always dreamed of going to Hogwarts, but not being put into Slytherin, its reputation was less than laudable.
"Oh, Blair, all the Moors have gone though Slytherin. You are a Moors, Blair, you and Jake will, undoubtedly be put into Slytherin." Kitty said, though her voice was even more false than it usually was.
"But you don't know anything about my real family!" Blair said defiantly, but as soon as she did so, she wished that she could take it back. The Moors never talked about Blair's past. Kitty sighed and took a deep swig of her martini.
"Blair, I think it's time you knew all that I know about your family history, which isn't much. I don't know who your parents were, but I know some of the blood in your lineage. This is going to be a bit of a shock to you, please remain calm. Your grandfather was a pure blood, which doesn't say much, we have many illegitimate children running around this country. Your grandmother, however, washalf Veela. This of course cannot determine who she really is because there is an astonishing amount of Veela blood in pure blood veins. Your mother therefore was a quarter Veela, making you 1/8. The pressing point here is, Veela characteristics usually skip a generation, your mother, apparently, did not look like a Veela." Here Kitty paused, watching Blair's shocked, vacant expression. "Your father, we were given no information on." She finished rather lamely.
The room was silent; Blair felt her ears ringing. This was ridiculous, some kind of joke, nonsense. She was not part Veela.
"I can't be part Veela! Look at me!" She said, as she pulled at her dark blond hair, pointed at her dark eyes and gestured at her pre-adolescent body.
"I know you are dear. But don't worry, you change when you're sixteen. Do you think I would adopt an ugly child?" Kitty said with a small laugh, taking another sip of her martini. Blair stared, unblinkingly, at her. This was a bad joke. Please make it stop.' She thought.
"So, anyway, it seems that you are indeed destined for Slytherin."
"Everyone with Veela blood is placed in Slytherin?"
"How the hell should I know, do you think I reasearched you? That's all they told me at the agency. Now, I'm going to get dressed. Don't forget that the Malfoys are coming to dinner tonight. I want to see you two out of those muggle clothes. I don't care how expensive they are, when we have respectable people over, you will wear the family attire." And with that she crossed the room, tripped over the cat, kicked it, tried to regain her balance and dignity, and swept through the door.
Jake, who had been stairing, dumfounded at Blair, suddenly jumped up.
"I forgot all about the Malfoys! I can't wait to show Draco my new Star Sweep! Boy will he be jelouse, he's only got a Star Sweep 4,000! Forget ridding it, I have to polish it!" He said, and ran out of the room. Blair sighed.
"This day just keeps getting better and better." The Malfoys gave her an uneasy feeling. Plus, Jake and Draco were best friend, and whenever they got together, it never meant anything good for her.
When she finally snapped out of her thoughts, she noticed Martha was staring at her, rather worridly, as she waited in the doorway to remove the dishes. Blair sighed again.
"Martha, what do you say I help with the dishes?" Martha smiled as she watched the young girl start to clear the table, knowing that whatever was troubling her, she was always good at scrubbing it away with the dishes.
"Very well miss." And together they gathered the plates and went into the kitchen.
A/N: Well folks, there she be. I hope you liked it. I would love to read your comments. Stay tuned next time for: Malfoys and Malfunctions.