a/n: this chapter has been inspired by my friend who broke into my house. but I did offer for them to come round so its not that bad.
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One day I woke up to the smell of Pancakes (change if you want), and a letter on the table which never happens. it had a yellow parchment and green writing with a purple wax bit at the back. looking at Michael, he also had no idea on what was happening. Before i could even reach for the letter, William had already snatched the letter of table and began to read it.
His face went a pale shade of white it scared to even think what was in the letter. Before i could ask, he already gave it to Mrs. Afton who only nodded in response, like she knew this was going to happen. after all Mrs. Afton had come from a magical family. Fear was written over my face and it was the same for Micheals.
"I think its about time you know what this means. I came from a magical family and then I fell in love with your father. We loved each other so much that we moved in together. That lead to having you guys. We knew this day was going to happen soon but we didn't know it would come round like a punch to the face. Y/n you have magical genes in you and that's why you have a letter to hogwarts. We shall get your stuff in the morning. We shall have to get Micheal some aswell because he is going with you. He was ment to go when he was younger but we thought to wait and let you go with him." Mrs Afton said very calmly.
I had a million thoughts going through My head. I didn't know which one to start of with, it was all a big shock.
Micheals pov:
After my mother's 'talk' I knew our lives were going to be changed for the rest of our lives.
I had a million thoughts hitting me like a tsunami I'd didn't know where to begin.
Finally I worked up enough courage to ask the one big question. "If Y/n has magic. And I have magic, then why are we living with you guys when you don't have magic?" It was said so slowly and just above a whisper. It was all new and it scared me to the point I knew something might happen to the both of us.
I ended up, tossing and turning unable to sleep....
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The Runaway witch
Fantasy'Hither, hither, from thy home, airy sprite, I bid thee come! Born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thou brew? Bring me here, with elfin speed, the fragnant philtre which I need; make it sweet and swift and strong, spirit, answer now m...
