Evelyn Erne - Ravenclaw Nerd

Information Overload

Eve stared at her mother, at first with a very surprised look on her face, then it eased into a smile.

"This is another one of your stories, right? This is a joke, a game, isn't it?" Eve said, attempting a smile, but her mother's downcast look told her she was wrong.

"I wish I was joking, but this time, I'm not." Alice said, frowning down at Eve, slightly confused. "You're a witch, and you always have been." She looked at Mr. Erne apologetically.

"All those years strange things happened, I covered it up. The time the pot caught on fire when nothing was even cooking in it? I convinced you both I'd left it hot with something inside, when really it was Eve; the after effect of her not getting the food she wanted." She turned to Eve, "And the time the neighbors' dog changed color? That was you as well; your emotions triggered the dog to turn bright yellow, poor thing. I also lied to the neighbors and told them you'd poured yellow paint on it. Didn't believe me though."

She broke off, looking at the pile of books on the floor. With a quick glance toward the door, she stood up and walked into the entry way, stooping down to pick up the pile of mail that had dropped onto the doormat. "Here, Eve." She said returning to her seat and handing Evelyn a yellowed envelope. In emerald green writing, it read,

Ms. E. Erne
Number 7, Lancer St
Surrey County
London England

"What is this?" Eve asked, eyeing the bright green writing. It looked extremely old, almost from a different time period. The parchment had a slightly crisp feel like it was new, but somewhat fuzzy as if it had sat for a while.

"This is your acceptance letter. Your Hogwarts acceptance letter."

Eve's father who had sat silent this whole time, suddenly exploded. "IS THIS SOME KIND OF PRANK? THIS WHOLE TIME THOSE STORIES I THOUGHT WERE MADE UP, REAL? YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THIS???? And that my daughter, MY DAUGHTER, is a WITCH? I WON'T have it! All of this; insanity! That's what it is! INSANITY!! This Hogwarts thing too, what is this, alphabet soup in a blender? What kinda name is that anyway?!" He paused, breathing heavily as if he'd run a marathon and forgotten to inhale and exhale. His normally passive eyes were crazed with this overload of information Eve herself was still trying to wrap her head around.

Ignoring her father entirely, Eve continued pressing her mother for information. "So, if what you said is true, this Hogwarts; I can go there now? I'm eleven as of today, so that means I'd be a first year?"

Alice smiled at her daughter gratefully. "You remember from all those years ago when I told you about Hogwarts? Never went myself, being a Squib and all."

"'Course I remember, Mom. It was my favorite bedtime story." Eve replied, staring her father, who seemed to have passed out on his fluffy armchair. "What should we do with him?"
Alice sighed. "I wish your aunt were here. She'd be able to fix him up, or even take him to bed; I feel terrible for dumping all this on him so suddenly."

Eve looked back at her mother. "Aunt Grace? She's a witch?"

Alice hesitated, then reluctantly answered. "Yes. I suppose you would have figured it out sooner or later, what with your brains and all."

Anyway, your first year at Hogwarts begins in September, so we'll have to go get you a wand soon. How does tomorrow sound?"

"Okay! But can I get a pet, too?" Eve stared hopefully at her mother; she'd always wanted a pet.

"We'll see. But for now I suggest you finish your breakfast and then we'll maybe head to Diagon Alley. How does that sound?"

It sounded perfect. And this day was far from over....

By airbenderowl