[Hogwarts Between] [HB] Owl Post - Amber

[Brenda McCartney]

On 10/4/07, Tashayar McCarthy <wow_its_tashayar at yahoo.com> wrote:
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> Brenda McCartney <brenda.mccartney at gmail.com> wrote:
> On 10/1/07, Tashayar McCarthy wrote:
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> >
> >
> > Brenda McCartney wrote:
> >
> > > > "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."
>
> "Magic" said Amber with a devilish grin.


[And that sounded like a nice place to end this thread.  I know
Tasha's eager to go to Diagon Alley, but I'll be unavailable to run
anything until Sunday.  If anyone wants to run into her in a store
somewhere, I'm sure she'd be fine with that.]