We were all devastated when Professer Flitwick died. He was really very old but a very good teacher. He was one of the few around during the time of Voldemort and I had loved hearing stories about it. They were often horrific, but very fascinating. I was going to miss him dearly and didn't have the best of feelings about who ever was going to replace him. I was never a huge fan of change.
It was they day before I left for my last year of Hogwarts and I was sitting in the living room with my muggle parents disusing what I was going to do once I left Hogwarts. The one thing I really wanted to do was play Quidditch but my parents thought that was unrealistic and I knew they were right. My mother thought that something along the lines of healer would be a good idea, while my father on the other hand was still uncomfortable with anything magic related.
"Come on dad, it has been six years, you really can't still be all weird about this?"
I frowned at my father, he looked at me a little frightened, something he started doing as soon as I returned home after my first year at Hogwarts. I had hoped that by now he wouldnt think i was going to turn him into a toad or a pile of ash. But unfortunately that was not the case.
"Don't worry about your father honey, I'm sure there are people that will never adjust."
"Excuse me I am sitting right here."
My father frowned, "I'm fine okay, I've gotten over it, but I have yet to understand this Quidditch business."
"It's nothing," I sighed, "just a hobby, like football or lacross. A sport, I'm not gonna get anywhere with it, and I've always really liked herbolgoy and potions, and charms, being a healer is that bad of an idea."
I could see my father mind reeling at herbology, potions, charms. All magical things that he just couldnt wrap is mind around. Just like why I used an owl for post and how i had snuck out through the fire place.
"Healer.." he finally said, "like a doctor?"
My mum smiled, "Yes basically."
I half smiled at them both, "Well it is getting late, I should go make sure I've got everything all packed up."
"Good idea sweetie. Also, there's a present for you on your bed." My mum smiled up at me as I stood up.
I turned around with a giant grin on my face, "Really?!" She nodded and I raced up the stairs to my bedroom.
I threw open my bedroom door and cried out in joy. " A Firebolt 2000?"
I ran over to my bad. Delecitly I picked up the new broom and examined it. It was perfect, the most wonderful and expensive broom around. I hopped on a flew down the stairs. The broom flew so
smooth, able to make tight corners and turns in the blink of an eye. Within seconds I was in the living room grinning at my parents. My mum looked pleased as punch while my father looked a bit weary. Noticing this, I dropped to the ground and held my new broom.
"Where...How did you get this?" I asked curiously.
" The Potters, they always take you shopping for school so I figured they would know where to get one and what was best. They are really very nice people, and you know, their son Albus is in your year, is grown to be a handsome young man."
She smiled at me encouragingly. Ever sense about 5th year my mum had been trying to set up. Albus was a great guy, one of my best friends, but not someone I could see myself being in any kind of serious relationship with.
"Yeah mom, very handsome. But he's like.. a brother, and that's just weird."
"Well, don't you have packing to do?" she sighed.
"Oh right, thanks again." I smiled trying to lighten the mood.
I hopped back on my new broom and flew back up the stairs.
** **
The next morning I woke up before the sun even came out, my parents were still asleep and I thought it would be a good idea to make breakfast. I tip toed past my parents bedroom, down the stairs, through the living room and to the kitchen.
"Pancakes." I thought out loud and looked around the kitchen getting everything I needed. Even though I was 17 and good do magic outside of Hogwarts I still liked to cook the old fashion muggle way. Though I wouldnt admit it to many of my wizard friends, I loved cooking.
In no time the pancakes were done and the sun was rising, I heard shuffling up stairs, indicating that my parents had awoken. After setting out three plates, glasses of orange juice and forks, the plate of pancakes syrup and butter, I sat at the table and waited. Within minutes my very tired looking parents walked in.
"Mmm I smell breakfast." My father smiled and sat down next me.
"Well you guys kinda bought me the best broom ever so I thought I would do something for you."
My mum sat down and smiled as my father piled his plate with pancakes.
"Oh you didn't have to do that, but thank you." my mum put a few small pancakes on her plate and began cutting them.
"There's coffee in the pot too if you want some."
"Oo bless you honey." My father said with a mouthful of food, "I'm gonna miss you.. you and your cooking."
I laughed, "Wow thanks dad."
He nodded and continued to eat.
"So are you all packed? We don't wanna be late and have you miss the train."
"Yeah I'm done Fiyero is in his cage and everything."
"Fiyero..." My father shook his head.
I took a bite of a pancake and smiled, " Yes Fiyero, my owl."
"Yes I know who he is, just, that poor animal..Fiyero.. sheesh."
I shrugged and continued to eat my meal.
"They must have talked." I thought "He seems so okay with everything today."
