It's a Muggle Thing

Chapter Eighteen

Stanley's P.O.V.

“Mom is Tommy going to go to Hogwarts next year?” I asked as we drove down the road.

“Probably,  I figured we’d be here until his 7th year,” she said. “Right Tommy?”

I glanced at my brother, he grinned.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said. I’m really glad he likes it here, I was afraid he wouldn’t like it. It was only a couple more minutes of questions from my parents until we reached our new house. I pushed random suitcases, and bags out of the way so I could get out. My mom had really packed that car tight. My dad handed out the suitcases, and other bags.

“Race you,” Tommy said running towards the house.

“That was unfair,” I mumbled, following my parents up the driveway.

“Lifes unfair,” my dad said, and he opened the door. I was attacked by my dog, Oliver.

“I didn’t know you guys were going to bring him!” I said, grinning.

“Well, we figured it’d be best,” my mom said. I thanked them and went upstairs to find a room. Tommy had already claimed the bigger one. My parents had gotten the one with the bathroom attachment. The only one left was the one at the end of the hall.

Pushing the door open, I dropped my bags at the doorway.

“I can make this work,” I said, looking around. It was a decent sized room. Closet, and one of those window seat things. Grabbing the packet of letters my mom gave me earlier, I sat on that window seat thingy. My mom told be that people wrote to Starkiller and I, and she wasn’t kidding. I had letters from Styles, Mayo, Magic T; he’s a guy friend, and AMZ. I opened Styles’s letter first.

Stanley,

10.6

BYEEEE!

-Styles <3

I grinned, that sounded just like her. Pulling out some paper, I wrote her a reply.

Styles,

That sounds just like you. Good to know you haven’t changed.

Write me,

Stanley

Next I opened Mayo’s. Her’s was just a jumble of stuff, but mostly consisting of her annoyance for Crabbe and Goyle. I wrote her a reply telling her that I was sorry, but there wasn’t much I could do. Magic T’s letter was just about how many games he’d won, and who was dating who. Replying, I sent basically the same thing except the people were different.

The only one left was AMZ’s.

Stanley,

I miss you guys, Algebra is still horrible. Shorty is still making her rounds with different guys. Now she’s with Jimmy John. Again. Carol, and Judge C are fine. Write me back!

Your friend,

AMZ

    I laughed, I figured Shorty and Jimmy John would be together again at some point. Grabbing some more paper I wrote her a reply.

    AMZ,

    We miss you guys too! Algebra is a main reason why I don’t miss America. I knew Shorty and Jimmy John would get back together. You should tell her that for me. Glad to know everyone is fine.

    Hope to see you soon,

    Stanley

    Sealing the letters, I placed them inside the window seat thingy. Making my way downstairs, I saw Tommy outside with Oliver. My Dad was in the kitchen making something for dinner I suppose.

    “Dad, can I go to the Burrow?” I asked.

    “Sure, be back by dinner,” Dad said. I said goodbye, and walked outside. I was really glad that my parents were willing to make this work.