“I am Hecate. Goddess of Magic.”
She looked at Andrea as if expecting a reaction, when she got none she continued with her explanation.
“Several hundred years ago, I blessed certain individuals with magic. They started what became my ‘pet world’ as the other gods like to call it," she said, almost bitterly. "They have created a society that is completely integrated with the modern world, yet also separate . . .” Gran continued with her speech about the origin of wizards until finally she started to explain about a school.
“Hogwarts? Wait a minute,” — she brought the mail up, the thick parchment letter from Hogwarts on the top. “I got this letter today, it said I had been accepted into Hogwarts.”
“Ah,” Gran said, reverting into a similar form that didn’t have the shadowy figures, (she had also changed Gramps into a younger man, ‘Thank the gods’, he had said, ‘that arthritis was killing me.’) she waved her hand and the stack of mail flew out of Andrea’s hand into hers. “Good gods, I missed doing this,” she said as she started rifling through the pile, setting the Hogwarts letter off to the side. “Minerva’s sending these a bit late, doesn’t matter though. As long as they get here. Ah, London Times, always did love the crosswords. The things these mortals come up with, eh Jozef?”
Gramps cleared his throat. “Hec. The letter?”
“Oh, right.” Gran opened the acceptance letter again, reading it quickly. “Yep, usual stuff. Wand, First year books, same ingredients—goodness, Severus must still be teaching Potions—no broomsticks—that’s expected, after that foolish boy fell off his broom, nearly killed himself, he did—oh, looks like you can get an owl this year. Do you want an owl or a cat dear?”
“Um—er—“
“Never mind. We can decide when we get there. Then we’ll have to get your vault in commission, goodness, must’ve been almost a hundred years since that vault’s been in use. Made it for you when I thought you’d be coming over to go to school. No better time to start than the present. After all these years . . . Still have the key of course.” Gran looked around, smiling. She said this all very fast, so Andrea was still processing this small speech when Gran continued.
She had reached over and rapped Gramps’ knee sharply, but with good humor. “Wake up, dear!”
“Hmm? Wazzat?” he asked sleepily, he had dozed off during Gran’s speech. “What’s going on?”
“Get dressed dear,” she told Andrea with a gleeful glint in her eyes. “We’re going shopping!”
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Again I am so, SO sorry I haven't updated sooner.
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-Skyy
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The Witch's Daughter: Book 1| The Sea of Stone
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