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On with Chapter 8!

Chapter 8

"That's a good book," the boy in the bed next to me says.

"You read it?" I ask.

"Twice. It's good, know?"

"I didn't read it yet. Any good spells?"

"Oh, it's not a spell book. It's a novel."

"You mean it's a story?"

"A novel. Like a chapter book. That's Odd Enchantments by C. Wings. It's great. You think I could borrow it sometime?"

"It's the library's. I guess."

"Sweet." He looks back to his book, then back to me. "I'm Kevin."

"Kevin. . .?"

"Grove."

"Grove? Like Aolise Grove?" Aolise Grove is a famous Quiditch player in America.

"My dad."

"He's your DAD?!" I practically shout.

Sirius gives me a look. I wince. He goes back to talking and I turn back to Kevin. "The Aolise Grove is your dad?" I ask.

"We just went over this. Yes."

"Shouldn't that make you American?"

"Didn't recognize my accent?"

I suddenly heard the accent. I guess I was so used to the American accent from my time there that it felt so casual to me.

"So what are you doing at Hogwarts?" I ask.

"My mom wanted me here. She was a Gryffindor." Mom. Not mum. Oh, I missed the Americans!

"Your mom's a Britt?"

"Yeah. So how do you know about my dad? I thought it was only Americans."

"I transferred from Ilvermorny. Weren't you listening to Dumbledore's speech?"

"Nope. I'm deaf."

"You're deaf? But you hear me talking."

"I don't. I'm reading your lips."

"That's so. . . interesting."

He smiles. "It's hard to read Dumbledore's lips with his beard."

"What do you do in classes?"

"I have a potion I drink every morning. It only lasts until a little after dinner though. Then I have to rely on lip-reading. Today I didn't take the potion though."

"Oh."

"Whatever. I won't distract you from your reading." He looks back down to his own book.

But he wasn't distracting me. I had so many questions for him. Another time, I think. And with that I open my book and sink into its words.

Chapter 1. . . I always thought that life was rather like a long path. It would just continue and continue and you just walk through it. Sometimes there are bumps in the path referring to problems. Sometimes the path is smooth meaning no problems at all. Sometimes there's a fork in the road which means decisions. Despite all of this you would just have to get through the entire path. And when the path ends, you do too. . .

That was an interesting way to put it.

I always kept this in mind whenever I faced problems. "It's just a bump," I would think. For some reason problems come often when you're a wizard. Especially a mute one. My name is Adam Burke, and I am a Selective Mute wizard.

Mute? Doesn't that mean that you can't talk? What's Selective Mute?

I tap on Kevin's shoulder. "What's Selective Mute?"

Kevin smiles. "Selective Mutism? I guess your just have to continue reading." He turns back to his book, smiling.

I sigh and turn back to my book, immersing my self into every letter, every word.

Selective Mutism means that I can speak, but I choose not to. I talk to my parents, but that's about it. Well it was. . . until I realized that I was a a wizard.

Interesting.

I look at Kevin again. He looks back at me and smiles. I think I made a new friend. . .

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The next morning I get a letter from Doxy (I believe I already mentioned her. She's my family's owl.) during breakfast. It was from Father.

Dear Scott,

I see you've joined Sirius Black. You've disappointed me.

-Father

Sirius peers over my shoulder. "Well that was short. And I thought my father hated me. . ."

I smile. "Only you can turn this into a joke."

"What can I say? I'm talented. Welcome to the Disappointment-To-Our-Fathers-Club, by the way."

"I'm honored. Who else is in this club?"

"Just the two of us."

"A bit small, but I can handle it."

Sirius laughs. He turns to Remus. "Remus, can I have the rest of your Bertie Botts?"

Remus is busy reading a letter. "All two of them? Sure."

"Thanks, mate." Sirius takes the bag. "Wow," he mutters under his breath. "There really are only two of them."

Remus looks up. "And what's the lesson here? That I am always right."

Sirius pops a bean into his mouth. "Mhm. . ." After about five seconds. He spits it out on Remus's face. "Argh! Cat food!"

James joins in. "It's only tuna!"

Remus gets up from the table. "Try to keep your food in your mouth, Sirius."

He leaves to wash his face, leaving Sirius and James in laughter. I roll my eyes. How does Remus live with this?

As I crumple my letter into a ball, Kevin slides in next to me.

"Hey," he says.

"Where were you?" I ask.

"Madam Pomfrey's. I can hear you now. I just took the potion."

"Oh. Cool."

Kevin starts to eat his breakfast. Sirius elbows me.

"Ow, what was that fo—?" I start.

"Shh!" Sirius hisses. He grabs my arm and pulls me away from the table. "What's your deal with Evans?"

"What?" I ask.

"Lily Evans." He nods to the redhead that helped me into the Common Room last night.

"Is that her name? She helped me get into the Common Room last night, but disappeared before I could thank her. Why?"

"She keeps on looking at you."

"So?"

"James has a huge crush on her! I'm trying to help my best mate, okay? Can you understand that?"

"Completely. Please understand what I'm about to do."

"What do you mean—?" he starts, right before I walk back to the table and tap on Lily Evans shoulder.

A/n: Oooh! Someone's about to get mad. . .

By the way, it was so hard to come up with a name for the author of Odd Enchantments. I was eating out at a restaurant and looking at the menu for inspiration. All of a sudden I see these words: Chicken Wings. So look back at the author for Odd Enchantments. C. Wings? You guessed it! I named the author after Chicken Wings! Hehehe.