A/N: The Spaz wants to know the opinions of her readers on the lame title. Any suggestions for a different one would be greatly appreciated. TYTYTY.
Freak and Proud: Thank you. I would prolly be more excited than scared, myself if an owl flew into my house. I would think it was someone's trained pet, lol. Thanks for the review! hands you a bag of cotton candy
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Miles was right. Mr. and Mrs. Henderson did not like Thyler's blue hair. Neither did they like the three piercings in each ear, or her lip ring. They also did not approve of her style. She was fond of her eclectic collection of clothing, anything from her wide legged jeans adorned with green zippers all over the legs, to her clippie barrettes that had 3-D cat ears attached to them, her red shirt that said "DORK" on the front, and most of all, her jingly bracelets that rose almost halfway to her elbows.
She was just too loud. Her bracelets jingled, her voice was not very quiet, her boots sounded like an earthquake in their ears, even when she was careful to walk quietly. Neither singing, nor music was allowed, unless it was quiet, classic instrumentals. She had to get out of there before she went crazy.
Edan just knew he had heard that name before Hogwarts. The question was, where had he heard it before? Tabitha had already left for work about an hour prior, and he didn't think Kara would know anything about the subject. Kara was overjoyed at receiving a letter, but wasn't too interested in the contents once she read the word 'school'. She still had hopes of being able to go back to America and be in the class with her schoolmates from last year. Edan flicked his lighter on and off as he paced the living room, thinking. He had more of a realistic picture of the whole attack on America. He knew it could go on for a lot longer than anyone else thought. They might as well get used to the whole thought of staying there for a while. He sat down on the couch next to his sister, who held the remote, and was flicking through the channels. Football… click… cooking with Ferdinand… click… newscast… click… soap opera.
"Hold on a minute, Kara, go back to the news, I thought I heard something." He said, leaning forward to listen to the television.
With a shrug, Kara changed it back to the newscast, where there was a blonde woman with an outrageously large hairdo interviewing a man with long silver hair and matching beard.
"So you're saying, Mr. Dirbledoor-"
"That would be Dumbledore." He corrected with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Dumbledore, your school, this Hogwarts, formerly a school solely to train witches and wizards in magic, is now open for normal children to learn magic?"
"Oh no, not at all." He said with a smile, "Those who are not born with the ability to do magic, or muggles, cannot be taught the same skills as what we call 'normal' children. "
"Then why open up the school for those who do not possess the magical abilities of the other children?"
"We are entering a new era, my dear lady, where muggles and witches and wizards will be forced to live together. Whether we would like it or not, the wizarding community is no longer a secret to the whole world of muggles. There will be, from now on, the want for muggles that know how to deal with the wizarding community, as there is already a similar group of Witches and wizards established. There needs to be training of muggles to recognize magic, in order to combat it if necessary, and that training needs to start early."
"So all of the …muggle… children that you are taking in are going to be trained to fight evil wizards?" the big haired woman asked.
"Oh no, of course not! There are other things that muggle children will need to know an increasing amount about. For instance, lets say that a muggle child wants to become an accountant. They would bring in more customers if they know, for instance, how many sickles to a galleon, and how many knuts to a sickle, so they could do the taxes of Witches and wizard families also." He said with a look of importance.
Tyhler turned the TV off with a smirk. This Hogwarts place seemed right up her alley. A whole school full of freaks, how could she not fit in? She sat there, fingering the remote, and staring at the blank screen of the TV as she formulated her plan.
When Paige came back from the store, she found that Caleb had indeed been able to put the two young children down for their nap, and he was researching something on the internet.
"What are you looking for?" she asked him.
"Do you know anything about Hogwarts School?" he asked over his shoulder before jumping up from his seat to help her with her bags.
"Just something about it being a school for magic." She said, opening the cupboards to put the groceries away. "I think it's just a crock."
"Why's that?" he asked, handing her a can of green beans to put in the cupboard.
"There's no way to apply there!" she said. "They were talking about it on the radio this morning."
"I got a letter of acceptance." He said calmly.
She dropped the package of pasta that she was holding, and asked, "You got what?"
"A letter of acceptance. It even has a train ticket to get there." He explained.
A/N: ok, now hit that bluish purple button to the left of the screen, and slap me with a review. I'll give you… I dunno, a present, tell me what you want!