Chapter 2- Nice to See You Again
"Hello Nike; good to see you again" Dumbledore peered at me from behind his moon glasses.
"Hello," I replied cautiously, "What her you doing here?"
"I have come to try to convince you to take me up on my proposal" I nodded.
"I'm sorry Dumbledore" I replied fidgeting, damn I was surprised he hadn't died from how bad I stunk.
"Nike, the war is rising, things are getting more dangerous. As your father's friend, I have to keep my promise to protect you"
"I don't need protecting, I'm a big girl" he nodded.
"Yes but as a magic student you are not. Nike, you have powers if you choose to focus them." I slammed my fist down on the table.
"Dammit, I know that Dumbledore! The magic world took my dad away from me, I want nothing to do with it" My mother walked in.
"Hello Albus, it's nice to see you again" she replied pleasantly, why was she being so nice?
"It's nice to see you too Martha. I've come to see if Nike has changed her mind about Hogwarts" At this point, my mom made the tea and we all sat down, with the reeking me. They talked back and forth for a bit and finally my mom turned to me.
"Nike maybe you should consider this. It's what your father would've wanted" I looked down; unbelievable. Maybe it was for the best…ugh I hate being persuaded.
"Fine" I mumbled, "But I get still get to play volleyball" Dumbledore nodded.
"Very well. You'll enter in your last year; I'll find you a tutor" I nodded. Great, fantastic. My mother nodded. Dumbledore stood up.
"Well, I better be going. Nike will fly to London and will take the Hogwarts Express. Her supplies will be mailed to her." He started to leave. My mom nudged me.
"Bye Dumbledore" I said reluctantly.
"Goodbye Nike; Martha" he left and I stood up. Wait the express left tomorrow. Damn I had to pack. I left my mom in the kitchen and headed towards my room. Throwing a duffle on the bed, I started to dig clothes out. Let's see I would need; clothes, kneepads, tennis shoes, and my volleyball of course. Just Dumbledore being here made me think about my dad and I flashed back to that horrible memory.
My mom and I sat in our kitchen the day after my dad's death. It seemed so quiet. There were flowers everywhere, so the smell was heavy laden. I sifted through the mail and found a manila colored envelope. Interested, I opened it and found it to start with the following words: We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. That was in the magic world, and it destroyed my father. "No" I told my mother firmly, "I'm not going"
My mom walked in and sat on the bed.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"Not right now, but I'm sure I will be", I stopped, "I mean I don't know if I should be or if you should be" My mom glared at me.
"Nike" she said seriously.
"Well Mom I'm being shipped from everything I know; school, volleyball" I sat down and she put her hand on my back.
"Nike it's going to be fine" I sighed.
"Yeah, well…yeah" she left and I lay back down. I was going to a magic school, a magic school. Oh my goodness, I have gone insane. The asylum can haul me away anytime now, I don't care.
