Post by Alice Cohen on Apr 3, 2007 20:05:23 GMT -5
Alice Cohen’s Letter
“Bye guys!” Alice called to a car that was now driving off. Her friends laughed and waved from the car in their P.J.’s. She giggled and pecked her dad on the cheek. Mr. Daniel Cohen worked for the Ministry in the Room of Mysteries. Alice knew very little about his job.
“Afternoon, Daddy!” She walked into the kitchen and straight to the refrigerator. Her mother, Mrs. Raona Cohen, looked up from her magazine. She was a pretty Auror who was anal and up-tight. Her blue eyes locked with Alice’s.
“How was the slumber party?” Raona asked. Alice smiled and took out the pitcher of purple kool-aid.
“Very fun. Did you know that rice floats?” Her mother groaned and Alice reached for a glass. She leaned on the tips of her toes, but she couldn’t reach. “Mumsy, mind helping your daughter out?”
“Alice, you need to start getting a stool,” Her mother lectured while pulling out her wand. She pointed it at the glass and it floated right into Alice’s hand.
“But it’s so much cooler when you do that!” Her mother smiled and Alice’s brother, Timmy, trodded into the kitchen. He was your ordinary nine-year-old; scruffy, short and funny-smelling.
“Hey, loser,” he growled while sliding past her. She thumped him in the head and smiled down at him.
“Hey, lil’ one. How’s the view down there?” She pulled his hat over his eyes and sat next to her mom.
“Mummy!” Timmy whined. “She just messed up my hair!”
“Be nice to your brother, Al,” Mrs. Cohen muttered absent-mindedly. Alice put her “Little Angel” look on.
“Whatever you say, my dearest, wonderful mummy,” She stuck her tongue out at the nine-year-old. The boy glared and snatched up the pitcher. Alice giggled and her father came into the room.
“Al, mind getting mail?” Her father asked while pointing his wand at a chair. The chair slid out and he sat down. Her mother glared at him.
“This family relies way too much on magic,” Mrs. Cohen mumbled. Timmy snickered.
“Too bad Alice won’t!” He giggled. Alice’s smile flickered.
“What do you mean?” Alice interrogated.
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Timmy asked, expecting an answer. “You are squib!”
“No, I’m not!” Alice tried to laugh his accusation off.
“Yes, you are. You haven’t done anything magical yet. I, on the other hand, have set two rats out of the cage at school, knocked a desk over on my teacher and made the gym coach float. And your Hogwarts letter should have come a week ago,” He finished smugly. Alice faltered.
“Timmy, shut your trap. Al, go get the mail,” Her father repeated. Alice stood up and stormed outside.
“The nerve of that boy…I’m a witch! I shouldn’t worry…should I? No, no need to worry,” Alice debated. She reached into the mailbox and pulled out the letter. “Junk mail, bill, bill, a letter from Aunt Rena, letter for me, bill…” She stopped and looked at the letter for her.
“Alice Cohen
7654 Penny Lane
London, England”
It was written in emerald green, loopy letters. She turned it over, her hand shaking. There was the seal. THE seal. A large “H” surrounded by a lion, badger, raven and serpent. Her heart stopped, her lungs quaked…she gulped and slowly tore the letter open.
Mrs. Cohen,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here are the supplies you will need to complete your school year:
And the list continued. And it finished with:
Good luck.
Professor McGonagall.
Alice remembered to breathe and dropped the other letters. She ran inside.
“MUM, DAD! I’M NOT A SQUIB!”
“Bye guys!” Alice called to a car that was now driving off. Her friends laughed and waved from the car in their P.J.’s. She giggled and pecked her dad on the cheek. Mr. Daniel Cohen worked for the Ministry in the Room of Mysteries. Alice knew very little about his job.
“Afternoon, Daddy!” She walked into the kitchen and straight to the refrigerator. Her mother, Mrs. Raona Cohen, looked up from her magazine. She was a pretty Auror who was anal and up-tight. Her blue eyes locked with Alice’s.
“How was the slumber party?” Raona asked. Alice smiled and took out the pitcher of purple kool-aid.
“Very fun. Did you know that rice floats?” Her mother groaned and Alice reached for a glass. She leaned on the tips of her toes, but she couldn’t reach. “Mumsy, mind helping your daughter out?”
“Alice, you need to start getting a stool,” Her mother lectured while pulling out her wand. She pointed it at the glass and it floated right into Alice’s hand.
“But it’s so much cooler when you do that!” Her mother smiled and Alice’s brother, Timmy, trodded into the kitchen. He was your ordinary nine-year-old; scruffy, short and funny-smelling.
“Hey, loser,” he growled while sliding past her. She thumped him in the head and smiled down at him.
“Hey, lil’ one. How’s the view down there?” She pulled his hat over his eyes and sat next to her mom.
“Mummy!” Timmy whined. “She just messed up my hair!”
“Be nice to your brother, Al,” Mrs. Cohen muttered absent-mindedly. Alice put her “Little Angel” look on.
“Whatever you say, my dearest, wonderful mummy,” She stuck her tongue out at the nine-year-old. The boy glared and snatched up the pitcher. Alice giggled and her father came into the room.
“Al, mind getting mail?” Her father asked while pointing his wand at a chair. The chair slid out and he sat down. Her mother glared at him.
“This family relies way too much on magic,” Mrs. Cohen mumbled. Timmy snickered.
“Too bad Alice won’t!” He giggled. Alice’s smile flickered.
“What do you mean?” Alice interrogated.
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Timmy asked, expecting an answer. “You are squib!”
“No, I’m not!” Alice tried to laugh his accusation off.
“Yes, you are. You haven’t done anything magical yet. I, on the other hand, have set two rats out of the cage at school, knocked a desk over on my teacher and made the gym coach float. And your Hogwarts letter should have come a week ago,” He finished smugly. Alice faltered.
“Timmy, shut your trap. Al, go get the mail,” Her father repeated. Alice stood up and stormed outside.
“The nerve of that boy…I’m a witch! I shouldn’t worry…should I? No, no need to worry,” Alice debated. She reached into the mailbox and pulled out the letter. “Junk mail, bill, bill, a letter from Aunt Rena, letter for me, bill…” She stopped and looked at the letter for her.
“Alice Cohen
7654 Penny Lane
London, England”
It was written in emerald green, loopy letters. She turned it over, her hand shaking. There was the seal. THE seal. A large “H” surrounded by a lion, badger, raven and serpent. Her heart stopped, her lungs quaked…she gulped and slowly tore the letter open.
Mrs. Cohen,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here are the supplies you will need to complete your school year:
And the list continued. And it finished with:
Good luck.
Professor McGonagall.
Alice remembered to breathe and dropped the other letters. She ran inside.
“MUM, DAD! I’M NOT A SQUIB!”
