--well, everyone, i finally updated. as you can see, this happens to be pretty much the last part in Mary's life when she's at home, because the first of spetember is rapidly approaching...
I hope you like it, this seems to be a pretty good one, i think, and I hope you think too.
but the only way to actually know, is by you reviewing, so please, it would mean a lot, thanks.
-Also, I dunno when the next update will be... maybe sooner if there are more reviews?

The Letter That Changed Everything

"So," began Jack, as he and Jo started walking to the lake for a walk, "you never did tell me why you had yo stay at my house for a week." he stated, after it was the 7th day Jo had stayed there.

"No?" Mary replied, "Well, did I ever tell you that I'm very glad you let me - And that I'll be going home tomorrow after school?"

"Oh." said Jack, sounding slightly discouraged.

Jo looked at him and smirked. "What was that 'oh' about? You sounded disappointed to me."

"Oh, no I – "

"Are you going to miss me?" Jack flushed, but retorted, "No, I'm going to miss these long morning walks you've been inducing me take every other day."

"Oh, well . . . "

They omitted it at that as they continued to walk.

When they back to Jack's house, it was already 6:30.

"Okay, you go engross yourself in a shower and – " Mary started, but Jack knew oh so well what she was going to utter next, that he finished her sentence, "– and you'll go fix some of your infamous Rum pancakes." They both smiled and went on with it.

They ate together, as Mary thought it more befitting, and then she saw Jack off. But before she left for school, her curiosity had finally caught up with her and she snuck into Jack's mother's room.

"Mrs. Sparrow?" she called out after she peaked in. But there was no need to call again because there lying on the bed was Mrs. Sparrow.

She looked very pale and raged, apparently she was doing some kind of drug or drugs, even; she looked atrocious! Mary Jo couldn't help but gasp; she knew that what she saw wasn't very eminent. It seemed that Mrs. Sparrow was probably only just hanging on; she likely overdosed or something, because she wasn't moving, and her chest was just barely visibly moving.

She had become aware that Jack's mom was deeply depressed after her husband left and that she would drink way more than general, but Mary didn't think it was that advanced.

There were many mixed emotions that hastened into her after realizing what all of this could potentially lead to. The most hurtful thought was that Jack didn't tell her about all of this, about how his mom is one of the worst druggie's east of the Mississippi. Also that Jack had to be curious as to where his mother is, so he had to of seen her on the bed, looking like this. He should've taken her to a center or something – he should do something about this!

Well, either way, Mary should've done something too, but she just couldn't face Jack. Over the next week Mary Jo barely spoke to Jack, and hadn't told him that she knew about his mom; In fact, Mary had a gloomy feeling that Mrs. Sparrow was most likely dead now.

On Mary's tenth birthday, it being in late August, she finally confronted Jack. Even though she wanted to inquire Jack about it, she didn't. She knew it would be too painful, and that it might botch their friendship, or what they had left of it.

Mary Jo was still young, but maturing faster than anything. She knew what was happening to Jack and how he would always conceal it while in her company.

Over the next year everything was bitter. Mary Jo's mom would disappear for weeks at a time, barely supporting Jo. She and Jack were still very close, but not close enough to talk to each other about the anguish they felt, and about the anger they held inside themselves.

The beginning of August, prior Mary Jo's eleventh birthday, her mom pulled her aside.

"Mary, I have to tell you something before it's too late . . . your dad – he was part wizard. He had magic in his blood, and even though it was very deficient, you may be possessed with some yourself. You see, his father was almost a pure-blood wizard. He went to this school in Britain, and I think that you may be invited to it. Your father mentioned something about how they automatically record your name at birth, so I just wanted to tell you, so it don't frighten you . . . "

Now of course Mary Jo had difficulty comprehending this, given her mom's status – drunk. But sure enough, a few weeks later, she obtained a letter.

It was from a school called Hogwarts. The letter was most outstanding, or perplexing, until she perused it for the fifth time. Itread –

Dear Mary Jo A. Bull,

We hereby invite you to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Scotland. We've had the pleasure of housing your grandpa on your dad's side, and we would be more than glad to house you as well. First term starts September 1st, and you may want to pick up your supplies at Diagon Alley in London, England before arriving. The letter explaining where you go to get your supplies, to get on the train, and your list of supplies is in the envelope. We hope to see you on the first!

Best Wishes,

Professor Mcgonagall
Head Mistress to Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Mary Jo gaped at the letter in awe, not being able to completely understand what it all portended.

Was this what she had always been waiting and wishing for?

Is her long time dream finally going to come true?

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