Hey! Did you like chapter 1? Here's the new installment! I have 5 chapters already, I just found this website some time ago, so I'm gonna update all I have today... Then I will probably update every week or maybe even twice a week *gets excited*. Once I start 9th grade in September though... I'll have to let you guys know how its gonna go. Anyway- here's chapter two. ENJOY and Review? 3

CHAPTER 2: Answers provoke Questions

The sound of raised voices interrupted Penelope in her sleep. She pulled on her robe over her pajamas and checked the clock. 5:30. She still had an hour and a half before leaving the house at 7. School was a cruel hour away for her, and started at 8.

She walked into the kitchen. Her mother and the blond man were having a fiery discussion.

"I want the best for my daughter, I was supposed to keep her safe-"

"Oh, Libby, stop fooling yourself and shut up about that stupid argument. They've found her for Merlin's sake!"

Suddenly the two grew aware of the girl's presence.

"Morning, love," said Libby, kissing Penelope's forehead. The blond man gave her a warm smile. He was still here.

Had he spent the night? Not one of mum's absurd boyfriends, Penelope prayed silently.

But he was not.

"This is Roland Abbott, honey," introduced Libby, "he's an old friend of mine. We met at a... a boarding school I went to when I was young. He's an old friend. He-he's told me about yesterday."

Penelope lowered her gaze and grabbed a piece of toast. Libby gave a questioning look to Roland, who encouraged her on.

"You see, I got a letter when I was a year younger than you- 11, that is. It was from... well, a school called Hogwarts. It was a very exceptional school. But to understand the rest of the story, you need to know the key point.

"I was a witch."

Penelope choked on her toast and began to cough like crazy until her throat finally cleared and she was able to breathe properly again.

"A witch? I... I'm missing something here, aren't I?"

She stared quizzingly at her mother, who laughed. Roland continued telling the story.

"What your mother means is that she can do magic. And so can I. And so can you."

Penelope almost fell off her chair.

"Really, Mr. Abbott, April Fool's was two months ago. And I don't recall July 31st to be a special day. So pull off the joke."

Libby, who had just started to laugh even more hysterically than before, took a breath before replying, "Honey, he's telling the truth. Show her, Roland."

The room's lights started switching on and off, and suddenly Penelope's ankle pulled her up until she floated in the air, upside down, shrieking.

"STOP IT! IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

Roland simply sighed, still chuckling, pulled out a thin stick at which Penelope looked wide-eyed at, muttered what sounded like "Liberacorpus" until she crashed with the furry rug.

"Okay, okay, I believe you. But are you serious? I'm a witch? Who were those people? Why didn't I get a letter? Why didn't you tell me? Where's the school-"

"STOP!" interrupted Libby, "You have to prepare for school now. I'll answer your questions later. No, Penelope, later."

The girl sulked as she drank some milk, but knew the battle was won. Now she'd have to wait for a whole schoolday before her mother unveiled the truth. 24 hours of agony.

It was going to be a long day.

Did you enjoy that? Please review, and sorry for the persistent cliffhangers... xD Should I continue?