Post by Adriyana Dumbledore on Mar 31, 2007 21:57:09 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters and other stuff belongs to Ms. J.K. Rowling. No infringement is intended. Or is it?
Nah.
And now, on with the ficcage!
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Click. “Welcome to the Wizarding Wireless Network Morning show. It’s July 29th, eight in the morning, and it looks to be another scorcher out there, with highs of 35 degrees. In other news, the Ministry—“
Adriyana whacked the alarm clock, causing the cool voice emanating from it to die out. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning widely.
Sometime during the night she’d rolled to the edge of the bed, “Wo-ah!” she said, tilting off balance and toppling onto the floor. “Oomph!”
She wiggled out of the sheet still tangled around her waist, crawled across the white shag carpet, and stood up in front of her mirror. She picked up a hairbrush in her left hand and a spray bottle in her right, and set to work taming her hair, very tangled and messy from her restless night’s sleep. After five minutes, she decided it was a fruitless effort, and pulled her hair into a ponytail instead.
Then, she picked up a tube of sheer pink lip gloss (the only makeup she was allowed to wear, “until you go to school, dear”) and spread it across her lips. Well, that might change today, because…today…today was July 29th, the day Albus had promised the Hogwarts Letters were coming! (She was almost sure she was getting one, but whenever she’d asked Albus, he’d just chuckle and not say anything.)
Adriyana dropped the lip gloss and bolted out the door, shooting down the stairs.
When she reached the kitchen, she slowed down. The aroma of fresh fruit and waffle batter hit her full-force, and she breathed in deeply. “Mmm! Auntie ‘Nessa! That smells good! Is the post here yet? Is it? Is it?”
“Not yet, darling.” Adriyana sighed, then sat in one of the chairs at the large oak table, kicking her feet.
Auntie Nessa walked over with a plate, pushing waffles and strawberries onto the plate in front of Adriyana. “Here you go. I’ll be right back, I’ve got to make a Floo Call.” She walked out of the room.
“Good morning, Miss Adriyana!” a House Elf called, walking up beside Adriyana, and plopping about a gallon of whipped cream onto her breakfast. “Shh!” the elf whispered.
Adriyana giggled. “Thank you, Sparkle!” she said, then proceeded to eat as much of the whipped cream as was possible before Auntie Nessa came back.
“Yum,” Adriyana sighed, dropping a cream-coated berry into her mouth.
When she heard the click of her aunt’s heels on the wood floor outside the kitchen, she flipped the waffles on her plate over, concealing the whipped cream beneath them.
“Sorry, dear. I just needed to ask Albus something.”
Adriyana felt a surge of jealousy towards her grandfather, who had left yesterday night, after she as asleep, to check the strength of all the wards around Hogwarts. She’d almost forgotten he was gone.
“Does he know when the letters are coming?”
Auntie ‘Nessa just smiled. “Why don’t you go get dressed, dear? Maybe the letter will be her when you get back.”
The legs of Adriyana’s chair scraped against the floor as she slid it back. “Okay!” She ran up to her room again, nearly tripping on the stairs and falling back down again in her haste.
She pulled open the doors to her closet, scanning the row of clothing there. Normally, she wore Muggle clothes, because she didn’t get in as much trouble if they got messy. Today, though, was special. Adriyana decided it was perfectly fitting to wear wizarding robes today. She had three sets of them: one in deep-greyish silver, one in pale purple, and one in sapphire blue, her favourite because it was so soft and comfy and not fancy like the other two. She smiled.
After she was done putting it on, she heard the hoot of an owl in the kitchen, and this time, she really did tumble down the stairs.
One of the house elves helped her up. “Is you all right, Miss Adriyana?” it squeaked.
She nodded distractedly, rushing for the kitchen again. “Only fell down three stairs, it’s okay!” she said.
She entered the kitchen and immediately frowned. There was an owl flying back out the window, and Auntie ‘Nessa was sitting at the table with a slice of toast in one hand and the Daily Prophet in the other.
“That wasn’t my letter?” Adriyana asked.
“No dear, that was the Prophet.” She held up the paper for emphasis.
“My letter’s NEVER coming!” Adriyana yelled.
“I wouldn’t be so sure…Look!” Auntie Nessa pointed out the window, where a brown barn owl was coming closer and closer to the kitchen.
“YAY! THAT’S ONE OF THE SCHOOL’S OWLS, AUNTIE ‘NESSA! THAT’S MY LETTER, I THINK!” Adriyana yelled, jumping out of her seat with such force, it fell backwards, nearly landing on Sparkle. Adriyana didn’t notice, because she was already jumping up and down in front of the window, trying to get her tiny hands to grasp the ledge so she could hoist herself up.
She practically molested the owl as soon as it got within her reaching distance of the window. She jumped up and down, looking at the address, written in dark green:
Miss Adriyana Erica Dumbledore
The Room at the Top of the Twisting Stairs
7 Spring Path, Dumbledore Manor
London
After a split second, the envelope was just a torn pile of paper on the floor. Adriyana studied the letter for a second.
“I DID IT! AUNTIE ‘NESSA, I’M A WITCH!!” She jumped around excitedly.
“Good for you dear,” Auntie ‘Nessa smiled, wiping a tear from her cheek.
Adriyana stopped dancing. “Why are you crying?”
Suddenly, Adriyana felt Auntie ‘Nessa’s bony yet loving arms around her. “It’s just…Albert and Gina would be so proud of you!”
Albert and Gina…Oh! She meant Dad and Mum! Well, why not call them that, then?
Adriyana smiled sadly. Even though her Mum and Dad weren’t actually there to tell her they felt proud of her, she knew they still did, somehow. She vaguely recalled the smiling face of her Mum, her soft features and thick accent, and her loose grasp on the English language. She remembered her Dad, much older than Mum but every bit as young at heart, as he tried to teach her Quidditch. She remembered how he’d almost cried when she’d summoned sweets from across the room that one time, when she was supposed to be saving her appetite.
Yes, they’d be proud now, she just knew it. And that made the wait for the letter, the agony of whether or not she’d get one at all, and the relief and joy she felt now that it had finally arrived that much more worth it.
Nah.
And now, on with the ficcage!
~
Click. “Welcome to the Wizarding Wireless Network Morning show. It’s July 29th, eight in the morning, and it looks to be another scorcher out there, with highs of 35 degrees. In other news, the Ministry—“
Adriyana whacked the alarm clock, causing the cool voice emanating from it to die out. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning widely.
Sometime during the night she’d rolled to the edge of the bed, “Wo-ah!” she said, tilting off balance and toppling onto the floor. “Oomph!”
She wiggled out of the sheet still tangled around her waist, crawled across the white shag carpet, and stood up in front of her mirror. She picked up a hairbrush in her left hand and a spray bottle in her right, and set to work taming her hair, very tangled and messy from her restless night’s sleep. After five minutes, she decided it was a fruitless effort, and pulled her hair into a ponytail instead.
Then, she picked up a tube of sheer pink lip gloss (the only makeup she was allowed to wear, “until you go to school, dear”) and spread it across her lips. Well, that might change today, because…today…today was July 29th, the day Albus had promised the Hogwarts Letters were coming! (She was almost sure she was getting one, but whenever she’d asked Albus, he’d just chuckle and not say anything.)
Adriyana dropped the lip gloss and bolted out the door, shooting down the stairs.
When she reached the kitchen, she slowed down. The aroma of fresh fruit and waffle batter hit her full-force, and she breathed in deeply. “Mmm! Auntie ‘Nessa! That smells good! Is the post here yet? Is it? Is it?”
“Not yet, darling.” Adriyana sighed, then sat in one of the chairs at the large oak table, kicking her feet.
Auntie Nessa walked over with a plate, pushing waffles and strawberries onto the plate in front of Adriyana. “Here you go. I’ll be right back, I’ve got to make a Floo Call.” She walked out of the room.
“Good morning, Miss Adriyana!” a House Elf called, walking up beside Adriyana, and plopping about a gallon of whipped cream onto her breakfast. “Shh!” the elf whispered.
Adriyana giggled. “Thank you, Sparkle!” she said, then proceeded to eat as much of the whipped cream as was possible before Auntie Nessa came back.
“Yum,” Adriyana sighed, dropping a cream-coated berry into her mouth.
When she heard the click of her aunt’s heels on the wood floor outside the kitchen, she flipped the waffles on her plate over, concealing the whipped cream beneath them.
“Sorry, dear. I just needed to ask Albus something.”
Adriyana felt a surge of jealousy towards her grandfather, who had left yesterday night, after she as asleep, to check the strength of all the wards around Hogwarts. She’d almost forgotten he was gone.
“Does he know when the letters are coming?”
Auntie ‘Nessa just smiled. “Why don’t you go get dressed, dear? Maybe the letter will be her when you get back.”
The legs of Adriyana’s chair scraped against the floor as she slid it back. “Okay!” She ran up to her room again, nearly tripping on the stairs and falling back down again in her haste.
She pulled open the doors to her closet, scanning the row of clothing there. Normally, she wore Muggle clothes, because she didn’t get in as much trouble if they got messy. Today, though, was special. Adriyana decided it was perfectly fitting to wear wizarding robes today. She had three sets of them: one in deep-greyish silver, one in pale purple, and one in sapphire blue, her favourite because it was so soft and comfy and not fancy like the other two. She smiled.
After she was done putting it on, she heard the hoot of an owl in the kitchen, and this time, she really did tumble down the stairs.
One of the house elves helped her up. “Is you all right, Miss Adriyana?” it squeaked.
She nodded distractedly, rushing for the kitchen again. “Only fell down three stairs, it’s okay!” she said.
She entered the kitchen and immediately frowned. There was an owl flying back out the window, and Auntie ‘Nessa was sitting at the table with a slice of toast in one hand and the Daily Prophet in the other.
“That wasn’t my letter?” Adriyana asked.
“No dear, that was the Prophet.” She held up the paper for emphasis.
“My letter’s NEVER coming!” Adriyana yelled.
“I wouldn’t be so sure…Look!” Auntie Nessa pointed out the window, where a brown barn owl was coming closer and closer to the kitchen.
“YAY! THAT’S ONE OF THE SCHOOL’S OWLS, AUNTIE ‘NESSA! THAT’S MY LETTER, I THINK!” Adriyana yelled, jumping out of her seat with such force, it fell backwards, nearly landing on Sparkle. Adriyana didn’t notice, because she was already jumping up and down in front of the window, trying to get her tiny hands to grasp the ledge so she could hoist herself up.
She practically molested the owl as soon as it got within her reaching distance of the window. She jumped up and down, looking at the address, written in dark green:
Miss Adriyana Erica Dumbledore
The Room at the Top of the Twisting Stairs
7 Spring Path, Dumbledore Manor
London
After a split second, the envelope was just a torn pile of paper on the floor. Adriyana studied the letter for a second.
“I DID IT! AUNTIE ‘NESSA, I’M A WITCH!!” She jumped around excitedly.
“Good for you dear,” Auntie ‘Nessa smiled, wiping a tear from her cheek.
Adriyana stopped dancing. “Why are you crying?”
Suddenly, Adriyana felt Auntie ‘Nessa’s bony yet loving arms around her. “It’s just…Albert and Gina would be so proud of you!”
Albert and Gina…Oh! She meant Dad and Mum! Well, why not call them that, then?
Adriyana smiled sadly. Even though her Mum and Dad weren’t actually there to tell her they felt proud of her, she knew they still did, somehow. She vaguely recalled the smiling face of her Mum, her soft features and thick accent, and her loose grasp on the English language. She remembered her Dad, much older than Mum but every bit as young at heart, as he tried to teach her Quidditch. She remembered how he’d almost cried when she’d summoned sweets from across the room that one time, when she was supposed to be saving her appetite.
Yes, they’d be proud now, she just knew it. And that made the wait for the letter, the agony of whether or not she’d get one at all, and the relief and joy she felt now that it had finally arrived that much more worth it.
