I walked through the halls of my school. It was the last day and we had a substitute teacher. I hope he wasn't mean because I was really late for class. As I walked through the door I kept my head down and shuffled to my seat, I could hear kids snickering, but for once it wasn't aimed at me. I heard little snips of conversations, that seemed to be aimed at the teacher.
"Is he wearing robes?"
"I think he needs a haircut, like seriously?"
"Is that a natural color?"
I lifted my head since I seemed to be safe from the mean comments. Taking a look at the teacher, I now understood. He wore robes and his hair went a bit past his shoulders, and was blonde-nearly white- But he didn't seem to care about what we were doing.
"I'm not your substitute teacher." He mumbled, when no one seemed to hear he roared. "I AM NOT YOUR TEACHER FOR TODAY!" Everyone went silent, and I smiled. For once they were all scared. No one ever yelled at any of us. We were the spoiled rich kids. All popular, super skinny/buff and athletic. But not me.
I'm not athletic, I'm slightly skinny, but there's still a bit of fat that shows, and I am defiantly not popular. The one thing I was that fit in with everyone else at this school, was rich. I'm the girl that seems to be invisible. I'm hardly noticed, and when I am. It's some kid asking for homework or test answers, or some kids pushing me around.
"What are you smiling at?" The man's cold voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"She probably remembered she has enough money to pay me back." A girl stood in front of me, her hand open. They may be rich, but they loved to bully me any way they could, which meant taking my lunch money.
As I gave her the money she whispered in my ear, "You can afford not to eat for a day anyways." But when she turned around the man took my money out of her hand and gave it back to me.
Everyone gasped.
He just took something out of Taylor White's hand. Whether it was her's, or someone else, you don't take anything from her. So she did what she could.
She through a tantrum.
She may be eleven but she can throw a tantrum like a five year-old. She screamed and cried saying it was hers but the man only rolled her eyes and stood at the head of the classroom.
"I'm looking for Lacey Silver." My head snapped up.
"Th-that would be me." I spoke in a quiet voice as I stood up. He looked down at his hand, and I could see some paper.
"Here." He handed the paper to me. "I'll be in the office once you've read the letter, I'll explain it then." He walked out of the room, his robes trailing after him, and his cane slapping onto the tile floor of the building.
But before I could open it Taylor took the letter and opened it, reading it aloud. "Hey!" I yelled reaching for it, but she only turned.
"Dear Ms. Silvermoon,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," She paused as everyone laughed, including herself. "Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress."
Everyone turned to me. Some were laughing at me, others were rolling there eyes and saying it was probably a joke.
"A school for witches and wizards huh?" Darren, a tall boy from the back of the class sneered. "We all knew you were a freak anyways."
I glared at him. If only looks could kill. "Shut up. And you, give me back my letter." I had no idea where this sudden urge to talk back came from, but I defiantly liked it.
"Excuse you, but i think I told her to come to the office. And she's going to need that." The man came back in and took the letter from Taylor then he motioned for me to follow him and I did.
"So what's up with this letter? I have enough to worry about at school without this to give kids more reasons to joke me." Using my newly found skill in talking back, I stared at him. I didn't even bother to glare, I just stared at him.
"I wouldn't talk to my father that way if I were you." A boy came out, the same blondish white hair as his father, except it was slicked back.
"And who are you?" I asked.
"He's my son. Now are you going to this school, or not?" The man asked.
"Prove to me magic exists, and I'll go." I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.
"Fine." He pulled a stick out of his robes. "Aguamenti" Water poured from the wand and into a cup, he offered it to me. "Would you like something to drink?"
