David Hawker : The Forbidden Forest

CHAPTER TWO

"Peter!" Mom called as she combed my hair.

"Yes honey!" Dad expressed as he walked into my room with a wide grin on his face.

"Did you send a text to Professor Ratchel as about how David is going to enter Cloxford's boundaries?" Mom asked.

"Not yet." He replied.

"Mom, How do you think I will go to Professor Ratchel's office?" I asked

"I think he will send one of the professors at Cloxford." Mom replied spraying perfume to my blue robe which I wore every time I go for visiting.

"David, you look gorgeous with that outfit!" Dad expressed looking at me up and down.

"Thanks dad" I claimed as he pulled out his wand.

"Acouse Trementus!" Dad exclaimed as he pulled out his hands. At once smoke started to erupt from the tip of the wand shaping a creature in front of him.

"Your Acculator is a lion?" I asked unbelievably.

"Yes dear, my Acculator is a lion."

"Master, what can I do for you?" The lion spoke to my father.

"I want to send a message to professor Ratchel." He replied.

Within a blink of the eye, a parchment and an ink bottle appeared between both of them.

Dad grabbed them and walked towards my study table, the lion trailed behind him. He scribbled something on the paper and scrolled it up and gave it to me.

"Read it." He said.

I opened the scroll and started to read;

Dear professor;

My son, David had recently received an invitation to visit the Cloxford school of witchcraft and wizardry by yourself. As per your request my son is ready to be at your office. But we are not sure how he is going to enter the school's premises.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Peter Crimson.

"Alright, what do I do now?" I asked.

"Throw it to the lion, he will take it to Professor Ratchel." Dad claimed. "Then we will wait for a response."

I threw the scroll at the Acculator. At once he leaped and vanished into thin air with the scroll.

"Dad, how long will it take for him to deliver the scroll to professor Ratchel?" I asked.

"Just a few seconds David," he said. "Grab your wand and come down to the living room."

I grabbed my wand and ran down the stairs behind him. The stairs creaked as we went down.

As we went down the stairs I heard someone knock on the front door, mom went for the door and opened it.   

"Yes my dear."

"You know him?" I asked.

"Of Course David," He replied. "Both of us were close friends when we were at Cloxford School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, we were best buddies when we were in school." The centaur replied. "By the way we haven't officially met!"

"I am David from the family of the Crimson." I introduced myself.

"And I am Professor Stewart of Cloxford School Of Witchcraft and wizardry." The centaur introduced himself. "I think it's time for us to leave!" He said in his loud voice. 

"Professor Ratchel is a busy man. We shouldn't keep him waiting." He said moving towards the door.

"David, Go!" David exclaimed seeing me stoned to the ground.

I was amazed to see a centaur, a real centaur. I had read about them in the book of magical creatures.   

It says that centaurs are mean and ruthless. However, to have found professor Stewart be so friendly has changed my way of thinking.

As I headed out my parents followed behind me.

I turned towards them and saw that mom had tears in her eyes.

"Mom, why are you crying?" I asked in astonishment.

"In happiness dear!" she replied.

"Goodbye!" I said with a wide smile on my face.

I could feel them watching me as I left the house.

"Hurry up David!" I could hear Professor Stewart call out.

"Yes Professor!" I called running towards him as fast as I could. He had already walked to the edge of our courtyard. So I had to hurry up.

As I caught up to him he vanished into thin air leaving a sachet of a weird looking powder and a note on the ground.

I took the note and read;

"Sprinkle the paranormal powder onto the ground in front of you and state the place where you want to travel to and an orb will appear. Then jump into it.
Good luck,
Professor Stewart."

"Ok." I told myself. "Here we go."