I forgot that we were in England, so I miss did something. She really has an English accent, sorry!<BR><BR><B><I>Tashayar McCarthy <wow_its_tashayar@yahoo.com></I></B> wrote: <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"><BR><BR><B><I>Brenda McCartney <brenda.mccartney@gmail.com></I></B> wrote: <BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"> <DIV>> > "A witch, dear," Phil said quickly, cutting off his wife's less<BR>> > courteous response. He squeezed his granddaughter's shoulder. "Your<BR>> > father got one of those when he was your age. Didn't know what to<BR>> > make of it at the time, we didn't. But he went to the school. Done<BR>> > him good, that's a fact."<BR>> ><BR>> > He leaned over and said in a fake whisper, "He was quite the hellion<BR>> > before that. Not sure where I've seen another like
him." He winked<BR>> > mischievously.<BR>> ><BR>> > Sofia looked as if she were about to burst with frustration. "Fine.<BR>> > Just... fine! I can see I'll get no further now than I did twenty-odd<BR>> > years ago." She stomped back down the stairs. "You just be sure you<BR>> > take that blasted cat with you," she called back over her shoulder<BR>> > angrily.<BR>> ><BR>> > "Cat hair..." she continued to mutter as she retreated down the hallway.<BR>> > "This is a... good thing... right? I mean... am I... going to turn green,<BR>> or<BR>> > - or dance around a glowing pot?" said Amber putting her hand to her nose,<BR>> > "I like the color I am. And I don't like to dance."<BR>><BR>> "Heh heh," her grandfather cackled. "You'll be green only if you<BR>> choose to be. Or if you fail Transfiguration... or drink the wrong<BR>> potion." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "At any rate, I'm
sure<BR>> it would only be temporary."<BR>><BR>> "Good." A grin suddenly appeared on Amber's face after she said this, "When<BR>> do I leave?"<BR><BR>"Whoa, now. Hold on, my sweet. You haven't even written to accept<BR>your position yet. And school doesn't start until September 1.<BR>There'll be some cold nights at Kings Cross in your future if you haul<BR>your trunk down there now." He grinned at her. "Write your letter.<BR>Then we'll plan."<BR><BR>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 English accent.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>_____________________________________________<BR>HogwartsBetween mailing list<BR>HogwartsBetween@gamera.cc<BR>http://gamera.cc/mailman/listinfo/hogwartsbetween_gamera.cc<BR></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE><BR> <DIV> <HR SIZE=1>
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