Post by bekka on Aug 6, 2005 19:39:34 GMT
Claira Stone stared up into her mother's large green eyes with awe. It had only been a week since she found out about her magical herritage, which wasn't very extensive. Her mother and father were Muggles, which the letter from the Dumbledore man said were non-magical people. Her real father, her mother had used the word biological, had been a wizard. Samantha Stone had to send a letter to the school, asking for help on how to get school supplies and how to get to the train. The letter they had recieved back from Albus Dumbledore was quite long, but Samantha read it anyway, three times, acually.
Now they were almost ready to leave. Samantha grasped her husbands hand, Mathew's knuckles turned white she squeezed so hard. He mearily smiled as they climbed into the car, Claira was excited, her green/brown eyes twinkling with wonder, awe, and curiosity, resembling a little puppy's eyes when you first bring them home. She sat in the back seat, her brown hair straight and falling down her shoulders in a silky sheet. The top of her head was encased in a small cotton green beanie. She stared out the window, watching the houses of London pass by. She sighed and giggled. Samantha was... jumpy. She kept turning to look at Mathew as if he could somehow help them. As if he knew some sort of de-witching therapy they could do on Claira. He mearily smiled slightly, letting Samantha grip his hand, and drove down the street, toward The Leakey Couldron. He checked the letter again, directions written in a neat, slanted handwriting.
He turned onto a small street and parked. Samantha's breath caught beside him. He rubbed her shoulder, reasuringly. Claira bounced up and down.
"WE'RE HERE!" She un-did her seat belt and bolted out of the car, squeeling with delight. Mathew and Samantha followed her out of the car, the dark shiney green Ford Accord honked once as it locked. Samantha took Claira's hand and led her into the run down pub. Claira's eyes widened as she entered, but seemed dissapointed. She was expecting a magical place full of wonder and white shining walls with windows that showed your future. What she saw, however, was an old pub and strange people in strange clothes. Mathew went up to the bar keeper, Claira and her mother following behind.
"Uh... sir?" Mathew asked. The man looked up from cleaning a glass and raised an eyebrow, meaning he was listening. Mathew cleared his throat, nervously.
"Uh... we're... well, Muggles?" He said the word, muggles, as if it were a foreign language.
"Ah!" the bar keeper said, "That name's Tom by the way," he said and led them through the pub and out to a small courtyard. He took out a short wand and tapped one of the bricks on the wall. It melted away, Claira's eyes widening in wonder and surprise, her jaw dropping. Then before them was a crowded alley. Wizards and Witches walked through the crowds and into the shops to buy supplies. Claira looked around, her mouth still open. Tom said something to Mathew and walked back into the bar. Claira hadn't even walked two steps when she spotted an ice-cream parlor. Instantly she was looking up at her mother, her eyes wanting that ice cream. Samantha rolled her eyes and nodded. Claira let go of Samantha's hand and ran over to the parlor. She sat down as her mother and father joined her and ordered some ice cream. Her mother shook her head and the man and her father decided he wanted some vanilla ice cream.
Now they were almost ready to leave. Samantha grasped her husbands hand, Mathew's knuckles turned white she squeezed so hard. He mearily smiled as they climbed into the car, Claira was excited, her green/brown eyes twinkling with wonder, awe, and curiosity, resembling a little puppy's eyes when you first bring them home. She sat in the back seat, her brown hair straight and falling down her shoulders in a silky sheet. The top of her head was encased in a small cotton green beanie. She stared out the window, watching the houses of London pass by. She sighed and giggled. Samantha was... jumpy. She kept turning to look at Mathew as if he could somehow help them. As if he knew some sort of de-witching therapy they could do on Claira. He mearily smiled slightly, letting Samantha grip his hand, and drove down the street, toward The Leakey Couldron. He checked the letter again, directions written in a neat, slanted handwriting.
He turned onto a small street and parked. Samantha's breath caught beside him. He rubbed her shoulder, reasuringly. Claira bounced up and down.
"WE'RE HERE!" She un-did her seat belt and bolted out of the car, squeeling with delight. Mathew and Samantha followed her out of the car, the dark shiney green Ford Accord honked once as it locked. Samantha took Claira's hand and led her into the run down pub. Claira's eyes widened as she entered, but seemed dissapointed. She was expecting a magical place full of wonder and white shining walls with windows that showed your future. What she saw, however, was an old pub and strange people in strange clothes. Mathew went up to the bar keeper, Claira and her mother following behind.
"Uh... sir?" Mathew asked. The man looked up from cleaning a glass and raised an eyebrow, meaning he was listening. Mathew cleared his throat, nervously.
"Uh... we're... well, Muggles?" He said the word, muggles, as if it were a foreign language.
"Ah!" the bar keeper said, "That name's Tom by the way," he said and led them through the pub and out to a small courtyard. He took out a short wand and tapped one of the bricks on the wall. It melted away, Claira's eyes widening in wonder and surprise, her jaw dropping. Then before them was a crowded alley. Wizards and Witches walked through the crowds and into the shops to buy supplies. Claira looked around, her mouth still open. Tom said something to Mathew and walked back into the bar. Claira hadn't even walked two steps when she spotted an ice-cream parlor. Instantly she was looking up at her mother, her eyes wanting that ice cream. Samantha rolled her eyes and nodded. Claira let go of Samantha's hand and ran over to the parlor. She sat down as her mother and father joined her and ordered some ice cream. Her mother shook her head and the man and her father decided he wanted some vanilla ice cream.