The Magic in Schitts Creek (Originally Named: Schitts Creek)

The Cabin: 2

Mrs. Weasley gave everyone their respective keys. I turned around to the rest of the group.

"Do you guys want help unpacking?" I asked them. Mr. Weasley came over and clapped me happily on the back. I almost stumbled forward if I hadn't had my feet planted on the ground.

"Good man!" He told me, "But we've got it covered." I nodded and waved bye to them as I walked to my room. I opened the door and found David laying on the bed reading. Alexis walked in silently and crouch near the bed.

"I'm out of mask." She told us. David ignored her and kept reading his book. After waiting, Alexis let out a whine.

"I was so bored in there." She whined. I rummaged through my black trunk and wrapped my hands around my quills and parchment. I pulled them out and placed them on the table.

"Uh, what's with the old-timer setup?" David asked. I paused.

"My school taught us in an old timed fashion, not like modern-day schooling, and I kinda got used to it." I lied smoothly. I turned back to my setup and sighed quietly. Alexis ran and sat on the bed near David's feet.

"Okay, so I think that we should take advantage of mom and dad being gone." Alexis paused. David looked at the bed, then at our sister.

Professor Dumbledore,

Good afternoon, Professor. Post to my graduation, I've been looking for a job. I recall having a conversation with you about myself wanting to be the Potions Professor...

"I am." He said. She suggested throwing a party. My eyes went wide and I smirked. Gracefully walking to the cabinets, I pulled out the bottled water I shared a drink with Lucius from. I took a swig from the bottle and went back to my letter. I sat down.

I wrote into the night. At 6:00, David walked in and grabbed the pretzel bowl on the counter. I put my quill in the inkpot and reread the letter. I put my head in my hands.

"Oh my Hera, this is going to be a long night," I muttered tiredly. I unbuttoned the first four buttons on my shirt and placed my head in my hand. I continued to write my letter. David slammed the door and plopped himself on the bed.

"Ugh! C-can you believe her?!" He shouted. Placing my quill down, I glared at my brother.

"If you would as to kindly shut the hell up, I would be grateful," I stated through gritted teeth. David rolled his eyes and picked up his book. Stevie walked in and persuaded him to go back in,

"Thank you." I mouthed to her.

Professor Dumbledore,

              Good afternoon, Professor. Post to my graduation, I've been looking for a job. I recall having a conversation with you about myself wanting to be the Potions Professor. I feel that you would lean towards Horace Slughorn because he would be helpful to Potter's journey but my Uncle has taught me, and I have read enough on, Horcruxes. On the topic, Harry is safe here so no need to fret. However, I attended a dinner party he threw.                                                                           

I do hope you and Fawkes are well, sir. As of now, Draco has joined them and I believe, from a rumor around Knocturn Alley, your life may come to its end by this year. 

                                                                                                     -Evan J. Rose

The door opened and a cool draft slipped in. Mother and Father walked in with embarrassment on their faces. I looked up from the folded letter.

"Lemme guess." I silently used legitimacy on the two, "Went to the wrong cabin?" They nodded.

"Wait, how did you know?" Mother asked. I rolled my eyes and smirked.

"It's written on your face," I told her amused as I walked over to Zephyr, my new owl, and opened her cage. She flew out and landed on the top of a chair.

"Mother, please don't kill this pet too." My tired voice said quietly. After I tied the letter to Zephyr's dark leg and opened a window. Her majestic black wings spread and she flew through the window. There was a smash from the next room. I sighed and took off my shirt. Then I climbed into bed.

The next morning, I sat next to Mother reading a muggle book whilst she read a magazine. Father was putting on a lock on the door. He was doing some stupid voice that was taking loads of energy not to laugh. Once he finished putting on the lock, Alexis jerked the door open and took a magazine. 

"I think I need a bigger screw," Father said raspily.

"Damn straight, bruv," I muttered.