[Hogwarts Between] [HB] Owl Post - Amber

[Brenda McCartney]

On 10/1/07, Tashayar McCarthy <wow_its_tashayar at yahoo.com> wrote:
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> Brenda McCartney <brenda.mccartney at gmail.com> wrote:
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> > > "A witch, dear," Phil said quickly, cutting off his wife's less
> > > courteous response. He squeezed his granddaughter's shoulder. "Your
> > > father got one of those when he was your age. Didn't know what to
> > > make of it at the time, we didn't. But he went to the school. Done
> > > him good, that's a fact."
> > >
> > > He leaned over and said in a fake whisper, "He was quite the hellion
> > > before that. Not sure where I've seen another like him." He winked
> > > mischievously.
> > >
> > > Sofia looked as if she were about to burst with frustration. "Fine.
> > > Just... fine! I can see I'll get no further now than I did twenty-odd
> > > years ago." She stomped back down the stairs. "You just be sure you
> > > take that blasted cat with you," she called back over her shoulder
> > > angrily.
> > >
> > > "Cat hair..." she continued to mutter as she retreated down the hallway.
> > > "This is a... good thing... right? I mean... am I... going to turn
> green,
> > or
> > > - or dance around a glowing pot?" said Amber putting her hand to her
> nose,
> > > "I like the color I am. And I don't like to dance."
> >
> > "Heh heh," her grandfather cackled. "You'll be green only if you
> > choose to be. Or if you fail Transfiguration... or drink the wrong
> > potion." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "At any rate, I'm sure
> > it would only be temporary."
> >
> > "Good." A grin suddenly appeared on Amber's face after she said this,
> "When
> > do I leave?"
>
> "Whoa, now. Hold on, my sweet. You haven't even written to accept
> your position yet. And school doesn't start until September 1.
> There'll be some cold nights at Kings Cross in your future if you haul
> your trunk down there now." He grinned at her. "Write your letter.
> Then we'll plan."
>
> Amber groaned. She had to go, and soon. She looked at the calender that was
> still placed on July, and wished someone had invented a time-machine. "How
> will we send back the letter if we don't have an owl?" Amber asked, her
> voice returning to the normal accent.
>
"You know, I wondered that meself when your father received his
letter," Phil said in that voice that sounded like he was about to
launch into a story.  "Almost didn't make the deadline, we didn't.
The poor lad had it all written and placed in an envelope, there by
the window, while we tried to figure out what to do with the bloomin'
thing.  And didn't we about fall over when a big ol' barn owl swooped
in, grabbed the letter pretty as you please, and flew right back out
the window.

"They know, my sweet.  Don't ask me how, but they know."