Another chapter! Helga is up now! I don't think I'm gonna do a getting your Hogwarts letter story for any of the other kids. I'm just gonna go straight to shopping, but make no mistake everyone else in Ps 118 is coming to Hogwarts too. Also I can't remember the name of Helga's Komodo Dragon and I can't find it on the internet so I have hence forth dubbed her Lucy.

Helga

Helga sat in her room, staring blankly ahead listening to the screaming of her parents downstairs. Her father yelling about sandwiches or something, she couldn't even remember why this fight had started. Suddenly there was a crashing and a lot of banging, Bob must have gotten a few drinks into himself he always get violent when he drinks Helga thought bitterly to herself. She was sad in a way that olga was gone, Olga would have brought home an A and they would have stopped fighting for a night just to please her. No it was imperfect Helga who had to suffer because she while bright could never bring home anything better than what olga had gotten. Now he was yelling something about Miriam being a freak, this always came up and she never understood why, miriam was no less freakish than anyone else she knew in this world. She loved her mom while drunk and not so helpful she was her mom. Helga could remember a time when she was very small that her mother would pick her up, play with her and take her flying, Helga always assumed the flying part was a dream. Helga always got angry that she couldn't protect her mom from bob, miriam was his wife and she definitely couldn't defend herself. Another crash and Helga flinched out of her thoughts and back into reality. Anger flowed through her and an alarming rate, Calm down ol' girl if you get too angry bad things will happen again and we cannot explain another shattered object to bob especially in this mood. It was almost morning and the fighting has calmed, might as well get some sleep for a bit before morning comes.

After sleep -

Helga woke up damming her alarm clock and whoever had created them. Well breakfast isn't gonna make itself Helga had found over the years making her own breakfast and breakfast for bob and miriam was most efficient. After all don't make breakfast everyone starves, except for bob who picks something up on the way to work. Make breakfast for herself but put bob in a mood and miriam in danger. Make breakfast for everyone bobs happy you're happy and miriam gets some puking fuel in her, A deterrent against drinking until later in the day when its digested or the food will soak some alcohol. Win-win! At this time suddenly there was a tapping against the window, Helga just dismissed it as the neighborhood meth addict once against trying to get in. it continued and Helga went to go get the pepper spray and a crow bar but it wasn't delusional steve at the window it was an owl holding a letter. ooohhh such a cute owl I bet he's lost Okay Bukko I don't know what you want from me but if you poop on anything I'm making owl bacon for breakfast instead of pork Helga stated as she shut the window. The owl looked like it was going to poop itself from the fear Helga instilled in him. The little owl held out its leg shakily

"you wait here" Helga said running in the opposite direction of the kitchen.

When she returned she was holding a big fat dead mouse in her hands. This WAS for Lucy but I think that you should have it little fella. The owl looked as grateful as an owl can look as Helga picked him up and took him to the front door. Don't be a stranger now she called out to the owl as he flew off into the Rising sun. Lets she what my owl friend brought me, suddenly she smelt a burning, Crimeny the bacon Now I got to start over from scratch! As Helga bustled about trying to get breakfast on the table and into herself before Big bob woke up. He may have been fighting late last night but thats not reason he should miss work in his book, In fact almost nothing was worth missing work including the birth of his second child. Quietly Miriam still drunk from the night had snuck downstairs look for a morning "smoothie" she only found "coffee" in the kitchen sitting at the table as Helga bustled here and there preparing completely unaware of her mother. Looking down she noticed the letter for Helga and a few stray feathers on the table. Opening it skimming it quickly she shrieked! Helga jumped almost ruining another batch of bacon and nearly missing her own arm with the scalding skillet. Helga do you know what this is?

It's a letter mom, criminally how much coffee have you had this morning?

Its an acceptance letter to Hogwarts no less! And that means what? you my beautiful daughter are going to magic school! I didn't know you had magic why didn't ever tell me.

I have mom . . . Multiple times every time I tried to talk with you about something weird that had happened to me when bob wasn't around you were drunk as a skunk including that ONE road trip when we bonded.

Oh sweetie I'm sorry I'm so sorry! Miriam started to weep, I still can't believe you got my magic, I always thought Olga would be the magical one she got so many of my traits and when you were born you were just like your father in every way I just never thought you had any in you. I'm sorry I should have been more supportive of my baby girl and now you're going away!

Wait I'm what?

Didn't you read your letter? Hogwarts is a boarding school! You're going to be away from the house for a bit, don't you worry I am going to write you everyday! Now we have to go out and get you some things for school.

Miriams smiling face fell suddenly and she got on one knee to be more at eye level with her daughter.

Helga you must promise me one thing, you must never ever let your father know about this okay, he does not like magic at all we'll come up with a cover story for you leaving. Now lets get to work on breakfast!

You sit mom I think you've had a little too much "coffee" to be working on the stove

I need to work on that while your gone, Maybe I'll try to get a job.

Well you are capable!

Miriam and Helga spent the rest of that morning together making breakfast, seeing bob off to work and then Miriam told stories about her days as a young witch at bueaxum and how heard being the only american in a predominately french school. Stories of magical creatures and classes that Helga could only dream about.

I felt like there should have been more stuff but whatever its the weekend and I have finals next week and need to study :P