Letters - Year 1: A Post Potter Fan Fiction

Marian - Oct 5th, 2014

October 5th, 2014

Dark Lord Darian Blyth
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardr
Slytherin House Common room

 

Heya Brother!

This week has been crazy. I am just too giddy to share the news… but I got sorted! YAY ME! I am in the Stag Circle.

Ok, so how this works is rather simple. There’s no major ceremony like in Hogwarts.

I was in math learning decimal divisions when Bob called me out of class. It was so embarrassing, but his mischievous eyes told me things were not as they seemed. We walked out of the hall and to cafeteria. I saw the student council there and they lead me to a back room where Mrs. Dryden was.

“Good Evening Miss Blyth. I hope you are adjusting well?” Mrs. Dryden smiled at me. I was so embarrassed about the student court incident. I thought she must hate me.

‘I am doing ok… never better… am I in trouble?” I squeaked. She laughed a sort of warm chuckle.

“You’re fine, it’s time we get you sorted and learning magic. I wanted to allow myself a chance to talk to you one on one and answer any questions you have, and alleviate any fears you may have coming in. Our school is a bit different from what most expect, so I understand if there are some reservations.”

“It’s just that I have all the supplies, but feel somewhat behind the other witches. I can see some of them practicing, and I want to join in with them, but since I’ve not been given the house…”

“Circle, it’s different” Mrs Dryden corrected. “You come from a Hogwarts family right? I know that hearing from your parent’s talk of their time at school, there will be some expectations we are not meeting.: Mrs Dryden said with a smile.

“Yeah, circle. “ I said. This was really weird. I was scared and felt like I was going to pee. I almost died when I barfed up the next question. “How come you’re the headmistress if you can’t use magic?” Immediately I wanted to hide. She was going to expel me now.

“It’s ok, Miss Blyth,” She chuckled. She must have seen my modification. “I get asked this by almost everyone I interview.” she pulled out a wand from her robe and handed it to me. “Can you tell me about my wand?”

“It’s... “ I said looking at the stick he handed me. It’s not something like our wands, It was rough and had an almost whittled look to it. On one end you could see a flat area that looks like it was snapped off from a tree. “fake?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I am a squib like I said before during the opening ceremony. Because of my pedigree I was allowed to attend, but never was given a wand. I was abhorred by the treatment of muggleborns and squibs under the current administration, so I fought back.” She took the wand from me and chuckled.

“I made my own wand from the Alder tree in the front of the school. I climbed to the top branches, with no magic to protect me, and took the top most branch to use. I spent all week carving it to the perfect size for me to practice conjuration and charms. I found there was no actual need to produce results when being graded. If your form and pronunciation was spot on, you got top marks. Most of the faculty expected me to fail, and I refused to allow them such an opportunity to oppress me. Every year, I was top of the class. Me, a silly squib who couldn’t cast a simple jinx, was tutoring children two years above me. I keep this wand as a reminder to me and anyone else that even a little piece of wood with no real abilities can change the world. That is what I want from you and all of my students.”

“Wow.” I said. I was in awe at how cool she was.

“It did take a change in leadership with the board of alumni but the friends and allies I made during my time here have supported and encouraged me now. This is something I wish to pass on to this generation, to free you young witches and wizards from the preconceived ideals of an aged and failing system. So, I understand you may be feeling behind, but everyone else is on the same level, so don’t worry! We’re not going to force you to learn beyond your capabilities.