hello
ill just get straight to the desc this time- sorry for the long one last time! george pov again. timeskip until hes started at his (muggle) school.
CLARIFICATION
george is turning 11 in a week, its may.
chapter two; opposites, but just the same
george has just started at his new muggle school; and clay is there, whether george likes it or not.
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gogy pov
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going to school was a bit of a pain. i had friends, of course, but they just werent the same as home. and i always surprised the teachers with my schoolwork- they expected less of me, i never knew why.
the only light in my day, though id never admit it, was clay.
he had moved into the house beside me, a not so lucky coincidence, seeing as there were strange words and lights coming out of their windows every hour of the day.
once, i saw his mother drop a cup of tea in their living room as i was passing by- a curse and something sounding like «repairo» fixing it at once.
i never dared tell, i knew people would just laugh anyways. but there was something else- almost like a feeling, inituition, telling me to keep it secret. that it really was magic.
and every time i saw, i felt this swirling, warm sensation deep inside- like something longing to get out, a part of me i never knew. but i could never figure it out- so my days just go on.
and the weird thing is, my mama and papa never seem to notice. every time something happens over there, they suddenly have something urgent to do. i find it very odd, still.
clay has been keeping me company theough my days. though he doesnt go to my school, and i never knew why, he always sits in my garden waiting for me.
it had been awkward for me the first few times, but id gotten used to it. now we would sit and talk for hours on end, until our parents call us home.
this time is just the same. we are sitting under our pear tree, talking about whatever passes by, when i get the urge to ask.
«clay, isnt it weird with all the lights and odd words around your house all the time? what is that, i keep seeing it. keeping me up at night.»
clay suddenly goes a bit pale. «wh-what do you mean?» he chuckles a bit nervously.
«you know, the lights and words and stuff. like when you mum broke that teacup and fixed it again?»
clay stops his fidgeting and looks me dead in the eyes with an odd expression on his face.
«george- you can see that? i mean, you never have to, like, brush your teeth or set your alarm or anything?»
i shale my head, making clays face change into another expression that i very well know. glee.
«george- george, do you know what this means? youre like me!! oh my god, id never expected it-«
clay is cut off by a dog barking ina house nearby, and seems to notice my extremely confused expression.
«come, ill explain, lets go to a place we cant be heard.»
i nod and follow him, wondering what kind of bullcrap hes gonna plop out with next.
we go into the woods- we had been here a couple of times before, but i found it scary. we never stayed for long.
as we sit down on the soft, covered ground, clay takes a deep breath and starts explainibg to me.
about the magic, the wizards, spells, the unknown universe, hogwarts, and puts a name to the weird swirling i feel in my stomach. magic.
and finally, he starts talking about this Gamot. that his dad works there, and how good they were. that they were going to help the «muggles» be better, like wizards. that his father was going to take over for a bit to teach us- them, i mean.
but i wasnt dumb- or brainwashed, like clay. i knew how this story went, id paid enough attention to my history classes. and though i knew my own opinions, i never dared say them out loud.
i dont want to hurt clay.
and so, instead, i start asking questions avout hogwarts, ignoring the icky feeling now forming in my chest.
i listen to him boast about these «houses» that were sorted into, the magic classes, the danger and the letter we get on our birthday.
it seems i get mine soon, in a week or so. 25th of may; my birthday.
i could sit and listen to him for hours; and so i did. until my mama called me in for dinner. and as i sit by our table, i cant help but think how theyre not like me. that my parents never really knew me.
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AN
800 words
next chapter is a time skip. also prepare for sobbing in this story LMAO
gbye (: -rose
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