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The emerald of light.
Hazel groaned as she woke up. She took the clock of her table '10:23' it read in bright blue lettering.
The 11 year old sat up and slid of the side of the bed. She went over to the mirror grabbing a hair bobble of the floor on her way and tied her thick brown hair into a ponytail. Hazel examined herself in the mirror for a minuet then made a b-line for the door.
She plodded down the stairs, across the corridor and as she peered through the kitchen door she could see an argument had broken out again over breakfast for not the 1st time ever.
"Listen to me! That blasted ministry better pick up their paces! Under payment I tell you!" Mr Trope yelled across the table at his wife.
"Dear I'm sure it's not that bad.." The slightly plump lady said reaching out to grab his hand to calm him down.
"It's unfair! The bloody cheek of it!"
"Oh, don't be like that Richard" Mr Trope stood up and stormed out the room pushing past Hazel on his way.
"Terrible, absolutely terrible.." Mrs Trope muttered to herself. Hazel Came fully into the room and sat down beside her mother.
"What's the matter with Dad?"
"Oh nothing! Just some trouble at work. That's all." She smiled and stood up. "Now lets get you some Breakfast!" Hazel nodded and smiled.
She looked round the room, pots and pans covered the sideboards and many pictures hung on the walls.
"Now dear, What would you like on your toast?" Mrs Trope Grinned at Hazel and flung a bit of bread under the grill.
"Butter" She said softly.
Her mother twisted her face "Just butter? You a growing girl you know!"
Hazel giggled "Yeah, just butter."
"Ok, what ever you want love." She took the toast out the grill, placed it on a plate and started to butter it. "Have you seen Carly this morning?"
The 11 year old shook her head "No, She must still be in bed, 'cause her room door was closed."
Mrs Trope passed the plate to Hazel "Oh, I'll go and wake her up soon."
Hazel was now tucking into the toast her mother had just made.
"Yes, well anyway. I expect she'll be up soon."
Hazel Shrugged "Maybe" then continued to eat her toast.
After that word a bang came from the passage that made Hazel jump.
"Oh don't worry dear!" Mrs Trope flung her arms in the air "Its just the post!"
"Yes! I know! Im not that stupid" Hazel snapped.
"I never said you were" Mrs Trope said as she left the room briefly before returning carrying 3 letters in her hands. "Now, There's one for you father! Oh my must be that blasted ministry again but they normally send tings by Owl. So that's weird. Ah There's .."
"Why would they send a letter by Owl?" Hazel butted in.
"Because" Her mother sat down "That place is just a bit odd."
Hazel sighed "Oh"
"Anyway, there's a letter here for me, probably your auntie Tracey about her kitchen appliances, she just can't get to grips with them."
Hazel pushed a straggly bit of hair behind her ears and started to nibble on another bit of toast.
"And.. Oh!" Her mother beamed "Here's one for you" She said giving the letter to Hazel.
Hazel glared at it, it was a brownish envelope with a red stamp sticking it down engraved with a H. The lettering was written finely in emerald Ink addressed to Hazel. She opened the envelop, slid out the letter, unfolded it ever so carefully and read:
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
Headmaster: Fredrick Dumbledore.
(order of Merlin – 2nd class, Late brother of Albus dumbledoor, Chf Warlock, High Rinamitum of London, fine chef)
Dear Miss Trope,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of witchcraft an wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your Letter by no later then the 23th august.
You're sincerely
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Many Questions exploded in Hazel's head, she had never heard of so much noncence in her whole life! School of witchcraft and wizardry? Absolutely never heard of.
"What's this" Hazel giggled "Some kind of joke?"
Mrs trope shook her head "Of course not dear"
"Mother, witchcraft and wizardry don't exist, you must be crazy"
"No, I'm not, that letter is no joke, its serious stuff" Mrs trope showed no sign of a smile.
"Mum! You're crazy! Absolutely nuts!"
Mrs Trope shook her head "Im afraid I'm not dear."
"But, mum! If all this stuff is true prove it!"
Mrs trope sighed and retrieved a wooden stick from her apron pocket "Accio Book" The book That was lying on the windowsill came flying towards Hazel's mother who caught it one handedly.
Hazel sat there, gob smacked "But… How the hell did you do that?"
"Magic my dear, magic"
"All these year and you never told me about this!" She said angrily
"There's no point in getting angry love, me and your father thought we best keep it from you until you were older. We didn't think you would get into Hogwarts seeing as your sister didn't. We Took lots of precautions, did everything the muggle way, even stopped people from Owl-ing us!"
"You mean Dad knows to?"
"Of course he does! He works at the ministry of Magic for crying out loud!"
"What?" Hazel yelled "You've never mentioned this to me? I thought he worked for the council!"
"Well, no. The ministry of magic"
"Whhaaatt?"
Mrs Trope sighed "Don't get to angry love" She patted Hazel on the shoulder meeting Her daughters pale blue eyes "Listen, it really was for the best"
"YOU'VE KEPT THIS FROM ME FOR 11 YEARS!" Hazel screamed
"I'm sorry love but you wouldn't understand"
"WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT? THAT I'M A WITCH OR SOMETHING?"
"Hazel…"
"OR MAYBE I'M ADOPTED?"
"Hazel…"
"OH GOD THAT'S IT ISN'T IT YOU'RE ALIENS?" Hazel screamed
Her banged her hand off the table "HAZEL SHUT UP NOW!"
Hazel moaned and turned away. "I was only saying."
"Hazel Louisa Trope! You are not adopted and me and your father are NOT aliens"
"I didn't say you were, I was questioning Mother QUESTIONING"
"Hazel, we hid this for reasons that we would rather not go into."
Hazel shot a look at Mrs Trope " Why? Its not as if you don't already have enough secrets"
"Well I'm sorry Okay! We thought it was for the best, not to tell you!"
Hazel folded her arms " I think it was a stupid idea"
Mrs trope banged her hand on the table again " Don't you yell at me!"
Hazel quieted down " Listen, sorry mother but I still think it was a bad idea leaving it till now to tell me that you're a witch!"
"Hazel! You wouldn't understand love, it's just something… Oh forget it"
"JUST SOMETHING WHAT?"
Mrs Trope shook her head "Oh, nothing"
"Hmm probably going to tell me that we aren't even on earth next"
"Hazel! I'm sorry! You're just going to have to come to grips with this fact. Now hand me that letter of yours"
Hazel flung the letter in her mothers face saying nothing
Mrs Trope scanned through it.. "Right they need your Owl soon, I better right it now."
Hazel raised a eyebrow "But we don't have a owl"
Mrs Trope was now searching through a chest of drawers. "Yes well, one arrived this morning with post, its still upstairs so we'll just use that."
"Oh" Hazel muttered still thinking of all the things that had happened in the past 5 minuets.
"Ah ha! Just the thing" Mrs Trope sat back down beside Hazel with a bit of parchment, pot of ink and a big quill thing.
"Why are you going to write with that, when you can use a pen." Hazel questioned.
"Because" She took the lid off the ink "A pen is the muggle way of doing things" She started scribbling something on the parchment.
"Muggle?" Hazel said still baffled.
"Non-magical person dear" She said still writing something on the parchment.
"Umm, Okay.?" She mumbled gloomily
"There we go" Hazel's mother placed the Quill on the table and rolled up the parchment "I'll just go give this to the Owl. I'll be back in a tic."
Hazel sat at the table thinking of what had happened and what was to come. For the 1st of September, was in two weeks time.
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