Chapter 17:
A/N: Wow, i haven't updated in such a long time (i only remember that b/c stinky kay hasn't gotton off my back about it) ok, so here it is chapter 17. and to make up for such a long update period, i'm writing chapter 18 and adding it today! yay!
"Aleezé, I think I know what Dumbledore meant!" Hermione bustled. It was dinner time, the first day was almost to its end. I was shocked to find out that it wasn't a dreadful experience, it was much better then regular school. Aside from the part of all the gossip spreading around about me.
"Really! What do you think it is?" My head was ringing with excitement, I was starting to feel as though I would never know who I was anymore, so I listened to Hermione. "Well, I did a bit of research," she said pulling out a never-ending list of notes and a gargantuan pile of books. Thick books. "A bit…" I started. "Yes, well… I was reading up about people who born in magic families but don't posses much magic of their own, I think you are a Squib!" she said this excitedly, she had a feeling of accomplishment, a Squib could've been the answer, but something didn't feel right.
"No Ms. Granger, I am afraid you are wrong." Both of us quickly turned around, it was Dumbledore. "Though, if I do say so myself, I am quite impressed with your skills in research, I find it quite logical that you may think Ms. Jemmers is a Squib, but I am proud to say she is much more."
There was a twinkle in his eye and for a second he looked straight at me and nodded. He seemed pleased with leaving it hanging like that. Or maybe it was just me, it seemed as though everyone had begun hating me. I couldn't think straight.
"Ugh, I was so sure of my Squib theory!" Hermione was probably getting more stressed out then I was about this thing. And I was really stressed out myself. Maybe I just need to eat, I haven't eaten since breakfast and my mind hasn't been working properly. I thought to myself. I picked up a roll from the tray, I bit into it and felt warmer outside. But inside was as cold as ice.
The ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, came to visit again, but this time he hadn't arrived from the chicken, he arrived from my plate. "Why, good day to you, young Gryffindors!" he yelled. He came up close to my ear. "oh, and Ms. Jemmers, I'm very sorry that I had scared you at last nights feast…I …didn't know, your…conditions at the moment." He was very quiet, almost ashamed. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted so silly." I said. Mistress always use to tell me that it was polite to admit you where acting silly, even if you weren't. But, I told to myself, I didn't need to use Mistress anymore…I was as far away from Mistress then ever.