Chapter 2: Explaining things
I awoke that Friday morning with great joy. I was going to see my grandma and hopefully get an answer to some of my questions. But, they weren't coming until 5, and it was only 10 A.M. Only 7 more hours.
A couple of hours later, I became extremely bored and went outside, just sitting there, watching my brother and neighbor fall off their skateboards. It was actually quite amusing, watching them try to do tricks and fall on their asses. I won't go on about the rest of the day, because frankly, it was very boring. So, on to the 'fun' part of the day.
My grandparents arrived at 5, which was just after my mum came home from work, so of course they had the polite chat that was custom of them. I was very anxious to leave, even more so than usual, because of all the things running through my head. Finally, they were done talking and we were able to leave.
We shared in the typical small talk on the drive to their camp, commenting (and laughing) as usual at the one lawn covered in lawn ornaments- pink flamingos, garden gnomes- the whole deal. I was also pleased to hear that our cousins would be coming as well, except that they would arrive the next day. Just as well- I had a few things I wanted to deal with before they came.
After we got there, we helped unpack. There really wasn't that much, and we were settled in fairly quickly. Mika- my brother Mikhail- and I had a small dispute as to who would sleep where, but seeing as how he was 3 years my elder (he would be 17 in August, I would be 14 in November), he got the first choice. It didn't faze me much, because that was how it usually was.
"Wow, Grandma, this looks really nice," I remarked, walking into the kitchen. They had started with just a trailer, but over the years had built on and remodeled it; recently, it looked very much like a regular house.
"Why thank you, sweetie," she said. "We just finished it a few weeks ago."
I then noticed that we were the only people inside. Mika had gone out with my grandpa to do something- not sure what. I decided to carefully approach the topic of my letter.
"Er, Grandma, I was wondering.do you know what this is?" I asked, laying the letter in front of her and taking a seat at the table. I watched her scan the letter, then lay it back down on the table.
"You don't know?" she asked, sounding only slightly surprised. With a shake of my head, she continued. "Well, I guess I'll have to start from the beginning."
She explained to me the entire story of the world of wizards and witches. It took a long time, and I was so absorbed in her story that I didn't notice Mika and Grandpa come inside. At last, she finished the 'little' history lesson.
"That was .very interesting, but.what does that letter have to do with me?" I asked.
"Well," Grandma started, "it's your family. Your father's a wizard, as are myself and your grandfather. Which makes you a witch."
"Yeah, I'll say," I heard Mika mutter. I hit him on the arm- typical brother/sister 'love'.
"Shut up, Mika," I said. Trying to ignore my brother, I turned back to Grandma. "I'm a.witch?" I glance over at Mika, waiting for the comment to fall, but he decided that he wouldn't.
"Yes," my grandma said. "Your grandpa and I went to Hogwarts- that's actually where we met." I saw them exchange loving looks, and then she continued. "Your father, aunt, and uncle all went there, and graduated. After they left, they went on to different jobs, got married, had kids- everything that you know about. Your aunt married a wizard, but your uncle and father both married Muggles.
"Muggles?" asked Mika. Apparently, he missed out on that part of the conversation.
"They're non-magic people," Grandma said. "So your father never told you?"
"No," I said. I wanted to say, "When has he ever been around to tell us anything?" but I refrained from speaking my thoughts.
"Hmm," she said now. "I thought he would have at least told your mum about it- your uncle told his wife and kids. But now, the decision is up to you. Are you going to go?"
"Well, this is still kind of a shock for me. I mean, this all just got dumped on my head," I said.
"That's ok, you don't have to decide right now. Well," she said, standing up and looking around, "who's hungry?"
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I awoke that Friday morning with great joy. I was going to see my grandma and hopefully get an answer to some of my questions. But, they weren't coming until 5, and it was only 10 A.M. Only 7 more hours.
A couple of hours later, I became extremely bored and went outside, just sitting there, watching my brother and neighbor fall off their skateboards. It was actually quite amusing, watching them try to do tricks and fall on their asses. I won't go on about the rest of the day, because frankly, it was very boring. So, on to the 'fun' part of the day.
My grandparents arrived at 5, which was just after my mum came home from work, so of course they had the polite chat that was custom of them. I was very anxious to leave, even more so than usual, because of all the things running through my head. Finally, they were done talking and we were able to leave.
We shared in the typical small talk on the drive to their camp, commenting (and laughing) as usual at the one lawn covered in lawn ornaments- pink flamingos, garden gnomes- the whole deal. I was also pleased to hear that our cousins would be coming as well, except that they would arrive the next day. Just as well- I had a few things I wanted to deal with before they came.
After we got there, we helped unpack. There really wasn't that much, and we were settled in fairly quickly. Mika- my brother Mikhail- and I had a small dispute as to who would sleep where, but seeing as how he was 3 years my elder (he would be 17 in August, I would be 14 in November), he got the first choice. It didn't faze me much, because that was how it usually was.
"Wow, Grandma, this looks really nice," I remarked, walking into the kitchen. They had started with just a trailer, but over the years had built on and remodeled it; recently, it looked very much like a regular house.
"Why thank you, sweetie," she said. "We just finished it a few weeks ago."
I then noticed that we were the only people inside. Mika had gone out with my grandpa to do something- not sure what. I decided to carefully approach the topic of my letter.
"Er, Grandma, I was wondering.do you know what this is?" I asked, laying the letter in front of her and taking a seat at the table. I watched her scan the letter, then lay it back down on the table.
"You don't know?" she asked, sounding only slightly surprised. With a shake of my head, she continued. "Well, I guess I'll have to start from the beginning."
She explained to me the entire story of the world of wizards and witches. It took a long time, and I was so absorbed in her story that I didn't notice Mika and Grandpa come inside. At last, she finished the 'little' history lesson.
"That was .very interesting, but.what does that letter have to do with me?" I asked.
"Well," Grandma started, "it's your family. Your father's a wizard, as are myself and your grandfather. Which makes you a witch."
"Yeah, I'll say," I heard Mika mutter. I hit him on the arm- typical brother/sister 'love'.
"Shut up, Mika," I said. Trying to ignore my brother, I turned back to Grandma. "I'm a.witch?" I glance over at Mika, waiting for the comment to fall, but he decided that he wouldn't.
"Yes," my grandma said. "Your grandpa and I went to Hogwarts- that's actually where we met." I saw them exchange loving looks, and then she continued. "Your father, aunt, and uncle all went there, and graduated. After they left, they went on to different jobs, got married, had kids- everything that you know about. Your aunt married a wizard, but your uncle and father both married Muggles.
"Muggles?" asked Mika. Apparently, he missed out on that part of the conversation.
"They're non-magic people," Grandma said. "So your father never told you?"
"No," I said. I wanted to say, "When has he ever been around to tell us anything?" but I refrained from speaking my thoughts.
"Hmm," she said now. "I thought he would have at least told your mum about it- your uncle told his wife and kids. But now, the decision is up to you. Are you going to go?"
"Well, this is still kind of a shock for me. I mean, this all just got dumped on my head," I said.
"That's ok, you don't have to decide right now. Well," she said, standing up and looking around, "who's hungry?"
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