Nina looked at Miss. Hartshore with a look of utter astonishment. "What are you talking about?! You must be insane! Amanda has been here in the orphanage every hour of the day. There is no way she could be attending a school so far away at the same time!"
Miss. Hartshore looked at Nina with a grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "Oh, but my dear, yes she can. You must remember that witches and wizards can do many, many things that muggles cannot. There is a device that is sometimes used called a Time-Turner. What this does is it allows the witch or wizard to go back to a certain time to get something done that they simply have not had the time to do."
"But, but then why doesn't she disappear?"
"That's a little harder to explain. See when you go in the past you have to avoid your past self so as to not upset the future events and disrupt the future or present. Amanda doesn't have that problem because she is going to a school, far away from here. It's hard to explain dear, but so are many things in the wizarding world."
"Wait a minute, what exactly are muggles?" Nina had heard Miss. Hartshore usage of the word and could not process the meaning.
"Oh, its a term used to describe non-magical people, my dear. You'll catch on soon enough. Now off to bed with you, and you may tell Amanda the news in the morning but do not, and I repeat DO NOT tell anyone else what I have told you. Everyone else either residing or working at this orphanage are muggles and it is very important to keep our world secret. It would be very difficult for me to erase everyone's memory of what you may have accidentally said. Understood?" For the first time, Miss. Hartshore looked very serious and stern.
Nina slowly nodded. "All right then dear, I shall see you in the morning. Off to bed with you." Nina stood up and slowly walked down the hallway, back to her bed, thinking about everything that had just happened, all because she had one little dream. But what if she hadn't told Miss. Hartshore anything? Would they still have found her?
Meanwhile, Miss Hartshore quickly uncovered a picture of Dilys Derwent, an old headmaster of Hogwarts. "Dilys! Dilys wake-up!" The portrait stirred for a moment and its occupant opened her eyes.
She yawned sleepily, "What is it? Who's there?"
"This is Virginia Hartshore, Delys! I need you to immediately go to Dumbledore and tell him that I've finally found her. I've finally found Nina Pandolle." Without asking anymore questions Dilys Derwent disappeared from her portrait.
Nina had hardly gotten any sleep at all. She got out of bed along with the rest of the girls, to tidy up her space and make her bed. They were all instructed to hurriedly eat breakfast and then dress in their nicest clothes and, for those old enough to do so, do their hair up nicely. It was the perfect time to tell Amanda what she found out from Miss. Hartshore.
"Amanda, wait up." Nina grabbed Amanda's arm to keep her back from the stir of girls.
"Something wrong, Nina?" Amanda seemed just a little bit worried.
"Yes, well no, well I know you're a witch." Amanda stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened and she turned slowly toward Nina.
"Wh..what did you say?"
"I said, I know you're a witch. Miss. Hartshore told me. Look, so am I," Nina explained the entire story to Amanda about her meeting with Miss. Hartshore.
"No bloody way! You've got to be joking! I had no idea that you could be a witch! This is so brilliant! Now we can go to school together and everything! Oh you'll love Hogwarts! It's simply lovely!"
Amanda was overcome with joy! Finally, her best friend of 13 years would be attending the same school as her and she wouldn't have to suppress the secret she had so longingly wanted to release. Nina, however, was more worried than excited.
"But ... but all those years they told us that magic and witches didn't exist and that it wasn't real. I mean, I don't know anything about Hogwarts or witchcraft!"
"Oh don't worry! You'll catch on quickly! And yes, magic is very real. It's just the people here are muggles so of course they don't know it exists." They had to stop talking about being witches and about magic because they were know taking there seats in order to eat breakfast. They ate without talking. Nina had never felt so hungry in her life.
Afterwards, all the girls dressed in their nicest clothes and tried to appear as neat, pretty and clean as possible. Amanda and Nina found no reason to even bother even trying to look nice.
"Oh cheer up girls, you never know, someone may want to adopt one of you." Ms. Lodgin said, trying to be as cheerful as possible. The girls simply shrugged.
In only a few hours people were filling the small front room, looking at all the girls. Amanda and Nina stood toward the back, whispering about Hogwarts and the Wizarding world.
"Oh, it'll be so much fun, Nina! I can't wait for the next two weeks to be over so we can finally go to Hogwarts!" Nina was starting to actually get slightly excited about going to Hogwarts as well. She had never even been to a real school before. So it was a little odd that her first school would be at a school for witchcraft and wizardry, but that's what made it exciting.
"But how will I ever know everything you learned from the past four years?"
Amanda shrugged. "I don't know. Ask Miss. Hartshore about it. I'm sure she'll know what they're planning to do." As if hearing their whispers, Miss. Hartshore appeared in front of them.
"Girls! Do not talk about those things here! There are many people, and who knows what they would think if they heard you!"
They muttered, "Sorry, Miss. Hartshore." Miss. Hartshore nervously glanced over the small crowd of people. She noticed a suspicious looking man. She didn't like the feeling she was getting looking at the man. "Girls, walk back to your beds. Now." The girls' exchanged confused looks but didn't object.
The suspicious man walked over to Miss. Hartshore. "Excuse me, but I was wondering if perhaps you had any older girls waiting to be adopted?"
Miss. Hartshore replied calmly, "What age are you looking for exactly?"
"Perhaps early teenage years? They already know how to read, write and do many things on their own. My wife and I just want to give a caring home to girls of the age who have a less of a chance of getting that oppurtunity."
"Well, as a matter of fact, we do not have any more teenage girls over the age of 12 or 13. The two we had left recently turned the legal age to be released. So sorry." The man nodded, skimmed the room once more than walked out.
And cut!! Okay I'm done! Well I know it was a bit dull perhaps but it will liven up! Promise! . Please Review! NICELY! :)