A Novel Experience Chapter 25:

Gilbert had never been bored before. It was rather odd that he should be this bored. He'd plenty of things he could have done with his time. He could have zoomed on a broom on the grounds, visited the nearby "station" his home and a bunch of other diplomatic homes was affiliated with, gone to the attic to play with the enchanted knick-knacks (even if he claimed he was too old for that stuff), or even read one of the many, very interesting books his granddad had in the library.

But despite all the things his home had to offer, he was bored!

The tapping on the window arrested him and shook him out of his thoughts. It was an owl.

Hastily he opened the window which swung outwards and let it in.

He, Gilbert saw that it was a male, sat on the owl perch in his room and stretched out his leg.

He saw that it was a letter. He took it out of the owl's claws and opened it. To his utter disappointment it was only a reminder to renew his subscription for Quidditch Weekly.

How more fun it would've been if…

He stopped. Of course! He was missing Eliza!

He hurried to his desk and swiftly arranged his writing stuff in a meticulous order. Taking his quill up and down of the inkbottle, which he saw needed to be filled, but he would worry about that later, he wrote,

§Eliza,

You do realize that you live not far away from us, right?

You can just come and visit us anytime. I'm sure Mom will be happy to know that I have at least one mild-mannered friend.

Please, it's boring here without you.

Yours,

Gilbert

PS: Thanks for the gift. It was exactly what I wanted.

He sent Gilbird away, watched how he went through the barrier that hid them from Muggle views and awaited eagerly a reply.

He didn't have to wait long,

§Gil,

Okay, firstly; what a way to ask me to come to you at Christmas. Yes, I know where you live, you told me on the train, remember? My parents are having diplomatic business to conduct, so if I get one hour with them at 24th, there's no problem in me visiting you any day of our Holidays.

And really, mild-mannered? Are you delusional or something?

Yours,

Eliza (since you insist on the nickname)

PS: It's boring without me there with you?

What about Antonio and Francis?

Gilbert had to grin. Even in letter form, she was bossy and proper. He looked at the last line again. It was true that Antonio and Francis lived nearby, but it didn't hold the same appeal to him anymore to swing over by their house and hang out. And the worst part was that he couldn't explain it. So, he opted for awesomely not to.

But before he could answer Eliza's letter, he knew he'd to ask permission for having her here. Not knowing where any of the adults were, he knocked and then stuck his head into Ludwig's, his younger brother, bedroom,

'Do you know where I can find mom, dad or granddad?'

A very serious young boy, with his hair neatly combed, looked up from where he was dusting the lower shelves,

'Granddad is in a meeting; dad is on the phone and mom was battling a nasty attack of Book Worms last I saw her.'

'Thanks, West.'

'You're welcome, East.'

Going to find his mom, as she was the only one whom could do two serious tasks at the same time, Gilbert went in the direction of the Household Library.

Author's notes:

Hi, I know it's ages since I posted a new chapter, but I hope you can appreciate that life's been crazy lately (and that I've been, slightly, procrastinating). Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy!

In the next chapter:

Having gained permission, Gilbert left his mother to battle the Worm infestation