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Tori's POV
They were staring at me. I was good as dead. When you have a buch of wizards living under your roof...it's not good... "Oh...erm...hi guys, just doin...some...dusting...?" I stuttered. They obviusly didn't buy it.
"Tori..." Hermione started.
"I know, I'll just scadoodle..." I said.
"No, I was going to say; I put enchanthments on this building, the only way you'd be able to get in, was if you're blood-related to one of us...which means..." She said.
"I might be a wizard..." I said. This was the best feeling I'd ever experienced.
"No. You'd be a squib." Harry said.
"What? Why?" I asked. I was trying to act like I knew what a 'squib' was.
"A squib is a person born to wizards or witchs, that has no power." Hermione explained, "You're a squib-if we're right that is-because you're older than eleven." She said this like it was as simple as picking up a clothes pin.
"Why would my age make a difference?" I asked.
"You usually get your letter at age eleven," Ron explained.
"But you guys are British..." I said.
"She's got a point, maybe their age is different?" Ginny said.
"Maybe, but this is all on an assumption that Hermione's spells worked," The big hairy man-Hagrid!-said.
"Of course my spells worked!" Hermione defended.
"You don't know that..."
"When have I failed you before?"
"Never..." Ron answered.
"Exactly."
"Soo..."
"Tori, I think we need to test something."
hahahahhaha well this chp is sucky. Okayyyyy so comment/review!?
~Hestia
