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New at Hogwarts Chapter 6The end of nothing or the beginning of something?
Alex looked at her alarm clock.. 'Quarter past six, great! I still have time' She thought happily and resumed her huming.
Okay, so maybe she should have said no, but surely something had changed? You don't read an awful story about a girl and ask her out the following week. Well, at least if you left out the fact that supposedly, said story had never existed in the first place!
Alex was happy, yes, but very confused. What if this was just another of Joseph's pranks? No, the girls would never lie to her.
So there she sat, thinking about what to do –she was starting to regret accepting the invitation- when she caught a glimpse of the clock: 6:45 pm.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Seeing as Alexandra was still not properly dressed and her hair was all tousled, saying that it was late would be the biggest understatement ever. . .but who cares? "It's late!"
"Alex, dear, are you allright?"
"Yes mom, don't worry, I'll be fine!"
Rushing around her room, Alex gathered all the stuff she needed and got into the bathroom. Needless to say, she didn't take a shower.
'Great, first date of my life and I smell like cattle!'
(What's wrong with cattle?)
'Oh, don't you start!'
(Why not?)
'Grrrrrrrrrrrr!'
(fine, fine . . .)
'Yes, it's gone! . . .and I'm starting to sound mad, talking to myself and what not!'
Ten minutes later, Alex was ready to go.
Joseph took Alex to see The Evil Headless Glorg (whatever that is!), they ate popcorn, chatted . . .in short, a very, very boring experience for her. When she finally arrived back home one hour and a half later, she found her things already packed and waiting for her at the foot of the stairs. It's not that she didn't appreciate the gesture, but while they where watching the movie, her mind wandered of the screen and she ended up thinking about stuff like, for example, the fact that she didn't remember the goodbye party her friends had organised or the fact that she thought she loved Joseph. That last however, was something Alex was seriously starting to put in doubt. She had liked other guys before him, so what was different about him? Every time the honey-coloured eyes girl asked herself that particular question, she immediately answered 'that I love him, he's smart, cute . . .' and had gone on babbling. But now she had a new question to ask herself. She had always believed in a true love, one that wouldn't be at first sight but she had always been very lonely. Could it be that her mind had managed to fool her heart? She sometimes wondered if instead of being in love with the boy in question, she was obsessed with him.
"Oh, hi Alex, dear! How was your date?" Her mother asked excitedly.
"Uh . . .not really amusing, mom . . .actually, it was awful!" was Alex's casual reply, once more, hidding the tornado of thoughts and emotions within her.
A frown appeared on her mother's forehead.
"Oh, no,no,no! I'ts nothing like that mom!" Alexandra Kevingston exclaimed waiving her hands frantically in front of her. Her mom always thought the worst.
"It's just that it was a very lame movie".
"Oh, okay dear." She replied, smiling slightly. A smile her daughter wasn't buying, but still, it was better than the interrogation. And as soon as Mrs. Levingston left through the front door, the battle of voices in her head started once more.
'Geez what with mom and all the weird thinking?'
(Hmm, maybe you've done something that made her think that . . .)
'Yeah, cause I'm one to snog every guy I meet at a corner!' But the witty comeback of the imaginary and unknown voice was cut by Mr. Levingston's more real one.
"Alex?"
"Yeah dad?"
"Hurry up, hon, we're waiting for you outside!"
"Whoops!" the thirteen-year-old brunette let out as she hurried out of the house,
glancing around for anything she might have left behind and cursing for all the trances she seemed to fall into lately.
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There were some rare occasions when Alex would feel as if she had been emptied of all emotions and filled with peace and wisdom, as well as serenity to face things. As they drove to the airport, she realised this was one of those strange times that it happened. Something inside told her that it was the right decisión to make, that great things awaited her where she was going, new and true exciting adventures. But as she looked at the sky, she couldn't help but feel it was not going to be all red & roses. . . call her mad, but she could swear that those blackish-grey clouds swirling around the yellowish moon and its even eerier halo where telling her to be prepared for dreadful events.
Finally, her dad pulled up at an empty parking space at the airport. Their flight left at midnight, so they still had two hours to do the check in queue and then they'd have to wait with the rest of the passengers until the plane was reday to go, that was if there were no inconvenients.
After the longest two hours of waiting Alex had ever experienced, a femminine voice announced that the flight 201, destination London was now boarding.
Jolting from her seat, the three of them made their way to the gates and were soon on the plane.
The next twelve hours were even worst than the two previous ones. Little Miss Kevingston had tried in vain to sleep for the first four hours. There were too many things in her busy mind at the moment. So when the plane finally arrived in London, at midday of September 30th, Alex groggily opened her eyes only to find it almost impossible to keep them that way.
"C'mon Alex!" Her mother scolded her. She was carrying all of her bags and suitcase plus half of her daughter's belongings, seeing as the girl was half asleep in a zombie-like state and was barely able to follow her parents.
Without answering, she silently followed and got into the cab her father had just hailed.
"where are we going mum?" She asked sleepily.
"Oh, you'll see dear!" Anna Kevingston replied, a broad smile on her face.
No more words were said while the journey lasted, maybe because both Mrs. And Mr Kevingston were looking at their sorroundings, thoughts coming back to their minds. But it was mainly because Alex's snores were soo loud they could barely hear each other with the noise.
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A/N: Ok everyone
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awwww, I knew there'd be nobody reading this . . .well, I'll tell you anyways. I had quite a lot of trouble writing this chapter and correcting the previous ones as I injured one of my hands (not my right one thank god!) so you see, my writing was considerably slower (and faultier!).
Anyways, hope you enjoyed. You know what to do!
Catgirl89