Winnie awoken, to a hand shaking her shoulder, opening one eye she saw Mom standing over her. Winnie stiffened what happened during the conversation last night?
"Mom?" she whispered, squinting from the morning sun going through her window, she watched her Mom's movements trying to decide if it was safe.
"Honey, did you sleep well last night?" Asked Mom, making Winnie relax, sitting up in her bed, her mom sat down on the edge of the bed, placing both hands on her shoulder.
"Okay. What are we going to do mom?" asked Winnie, her mom's grey eyes tired and worn out, she was still in her pajamas and hasn't showered. Why hadn't Winnie notice these things before, when Mom woke her up she was dressed and clean.
"Daddy and I decided to write a letter to his cousin…. Harry, honey you should know that Harry is a wizard…" Mom paused looking at her daughter in surprise wondering why she hadn't looked surprised.
"I'd assumed that he was Mom." Winnie answered.
"Yes, and now we are waiting for a letter for him about-."
"Hogwarts." Finished Winnie. "And me." She added.
"I'm going to make you some cereal." Mom said standing up walking her way to the door, Winnie watched her, still having a one question on her mind before she could stop herself she spoke. "Does Dad not like me anymore now that I'm magical?"
"No, no! Darling, Dad and I love you!" said Mom, making Winnie's slight worry decrease, making her smile slightly.
"I'll get ready Mom!" said Winnie jumping out of bed, as Mom walked out the door, now feeling her regular cheery self again. Walking to her closet she picked her clothes, heading to the bathroom she washed her face with a washcloth and brushed her hair, smiling.
Winnie ran down the stairwell, smiling, reaching the kitchen a bowl of cereal awaited her; Dad had hidden his face in the newspaper. Mom placed cereal in front of Winnie, grabbing the spoon she began to eat.
Taking a bite of cereal, Winnie looked at both of her parents, then to the new baby high- chair on the table, a portable baby monitor. Then to the black bolded headlines of the paper, and the black and white pictures.
Winnie waited, for someone to speak, for Dad to say good morning, bother her on, asking what she was going to do today. Dad haven't even began complain about Grunnings.
"Dad-." Began Winnie, but was cut short.
Out an open window a huge brown owl, flew to the window, landing on the table knocking Winnie's cereal all over the table. Dad dropped his paper, frozen staring at the owl. Mom and Winnie let out tiny squeals.
At that a crying sound came from the monitor, making the owl jump, peering at the monitor in dislike? Or it was what it looked like to Winnie.
Winnie took deep breaths calming her nerves; she watched the owl, lifting its leg, showing a letter, attached to it. The owl was delivering the letter! Thought Winnie, her eyes widen did this have to do with witches and wizards? Walking forward to the owl seemed to take Dad out of his trance, beating her the owl quickly.
Dad took the letter from the owl, the bird gave a haughty expression, watching dad with its wide orange eyes.
Winnie and Mom watched Dad, reading the letter his eyes bored on the page, taking what seemed to be a long time, to Winnie anyway. Turning his eyes to the brown owl, back to the letter, he finally, laid it on the table softly.
"He's coming." Dad spoke to Mom.
"Who's coming? Harry you mean." questioned Winnie, quickly. Looking at each of her parents faces, for answers, Mom only gave a curt nod, glancing at Winnie, then to Dad. Winnie waited, both of her parents looked at each other as if having a private conversation. Turning to the brown owl, who seemed to be watching them, as if waiting for something, and he seemed to be getting quiet annoyed.
"Mom, Dad?" asked Winnie her Dad looked down at her.
"Harry is coming over to show and tell about… magic." Answered Dad, pausing at magic as if it were unsure to say the word, like a curse word, at this Mom snapped at look at Dad.
Winnie was about to jump in excitement at the news then looking at Dad's face it seemed quiet grim. Winnie frowned remembering Mom's words she thought everything was fine, with her being magic. Looking up at Dad, who sat back down in his chair, seemed to interest himself to the newspaper, the letter by his side.
Another wail came from the monitor, making the people in the room; jump the owl screeching flapped its wings, sailing out the room. Mom gained her posture, walking quickly out of the room. Leaving Winnie alone with Dad.