Chapter 1: Messaging
This was probably one of the best summers Hermione Granger had ever had. Not only
had her parents got her a brand new cell phone, but she also received a laptop. She
found the Muggle internet to be fascinating! She was on for at least 7 hours a day and
particularly found an interest in the chat rooms. She was on one day before dinner. She
made friends with a certain Sorcerer212 and chatted with him for over a month. She
has signed herself up as witchygirl and enjoyed talking to him. One day, she was just
surfing through all the websites and sorcerer212 wrote her a message.
Sorcerer212: Hello
Witchygirl: Hey
Sorcerer212: So, how've you been lately? I haven't spoken to you in a while.
Witchygirl: Oh, I've been fine thanks, But the sad part is, breaks almost over, not that I don't enjoy school.
Sorcerer212: Speaking of school, what school do you go to?
Hermione stopped. There was no way she was going to tell him about Hogwarts.
Muggles shouldn't know the slightest thing about it. She could already hear Ron's
reaction if she had told sorcerer212.
Sorcerer212: Hello? Are you there?
Hastily Hermione tried to change the subject if schools.
Witchygirl: um…yeah. So what did you do during the break?
Sorcerer212: Nothing really. Just played a little with my brothers.
Witchygirl: Oh that's nice.
"Hermione! Come on down honey! Dinner's ready!" yelled the unmistakable voice of
Hermione's mother from down the stairs.
"Coming mother!" Hermione yelled back.
Witchygirl: Listen, I have to do eat dinner. Maybe I can chat afterwards.
Sorcerer212: Sure, I have to eat to. I'll be on again at around 8:30; do you think you can be here by then?
Witchygirl: uh, sure. Bye then.
Hermione ran downstairs. She couldn't stop thinking about the kind of questions she
couldn't answer. Maybe chatting wasn't a great idea for a 7th year witch. She kept
thinking all the way downstairs.
"There you are honey! What took you so long?"
"um…nothing" Hermione didn't want her parents to know that she was in chat rooms.
They would, of course, forbid her to go on anymore.
Dinner was great; her mom had made a wonderful roast chicken with gravy, potatoes,
and peas. For desert, she has a wonderful Chocolate Moose ready.
After dinner, Hermione went strait to her bedroom. She spent most of her time there
these days. She really didn't want to chat with sorcerer212 right now. She worried
about other questions he might ask and if she would give in to answer. So she, went to
her bathroom, took a quick shower, brushed her teeth and went to her bedroom to
change. She was brushing her hair when she heard a noise coming from her laptop. She
walked over and saw that sorcerer212 had left her a message.
Sorcerer212: Hey, you said you'd be on.
Hermione didn't know what to do. She had said that she would chat later, and she
didn't want to go back on her word. So she quickly finished brushing her hair, and
walked over to her bed, where she laid down and replied to her message.
Witchygirl: Yes, I'm on.
Sorcerer212: Great.
Witchygirl: So what were we talking about?
Sorcerer212: I'm not sure….oh yes! We were talking about school. What school do you go to?
Hermione was in a fix again, but this time, she was a little annoyed.
Witchygirl: Why do you want to know?
Sorcerer212: Hey! Don't get mad!
Witchygirl: I'm not mad, just annoyed. Besides, what school do YOU go to?
There was no answer.
Witchygirl: Hello?
Sorcerer212: I'm here. Alright, listen, can you keep a secret?
Witchygirl: um, sure. Why?
Sorcerer212: Are you sure? This is very important information.
Witchygirl: Well, if course I'm sure! Look, just tell me what you want, I have to get to bed.
Sorcerer212: Well, I go to school at this magical place. A place where I learn wizardry.
No, I'm not playing. I go to school at a place called, Hogwarts.