Fic: Hogwarts Letter
Her parents were a bit worried that Bridget didn’t seem terribly bothered about the imminent arrival of her Hogwarts letter. When Bridget was, once again, dressed and waiting by the door at the crack of dawn, Kiera O’Donoughue hid her concern in busying herself with the coffee.
“Bridgie, are you sure you want to come to Quidditch practise with me today? Don’t you want to stay home and wait for your letter?”
Bridget looked up from the scone on which she was spreading jam and shrugged. “If it comes, I’ll read it when we get home.”
Kiera pursed her lips and said, “Yes, I suppose you can…”
“Mum, you have a loose thread,” Bridget said, pointing to the corner of the back-to-back golden K’s on Kiera’s emerald green robes that meant she played Quidditch with the Kenmare Kestrels. Her eyes followed her daughter’s finger, she pointed her wand at the offending thread, and it tucked itself back into place.
Bridget opened the back door and stood aside to let her mother through, but instead, a tawny owl soared through and alit on the table. It had a thick parchment envelope gripped in its beak, and a haughty look about it that clearly said, “I am deigning to grace you with my presence, now what will you do for me?”
Bridget made to take the letter from the owl’s beak, but it turned away. She shot her mother a quizzical look. Her mother seemed equally nonplussed. Bridget turned to examine the address.
Bridget O’Donoughue
Front Bedroom
17 Merry Lane
Kenmare, Ireland
“It’s my letter, mum! Why won’t he give it to me?”
“Ah! I have an idea!” Kiera dashed into the sitting room and returned a moment later with an owl treat in hand. She tossed it in the air, and Bridget barely had time to duck as the owl swooped through the air to catch the treat in its beak on the way out the door.
Bridget picked up her letter, slid a finger under the wax seal, and pulled out two folded pieces of parchment. She smiled softly as she unfolded them and said, “It’s my letter, mum.”
“Bridgie, are you sure you want to come to Quidditch practise with me today? Don’t you want to stay home and wait for your letter?”
Bridget looked up from the scone on which she was spreading jam and shrugged. “If it comes, I’ll read it when we get home.”
Kiera pursed her lips and said, “Yes, I suppose you can…”
“Mum, you have a loose thread,” Bridget said, pointing to the corner of the back-to-back golden K’s on Kiera’s emerald green robes that meant she played Quidditch with the Kenmare Kestrels. Her eyes followed her daughter’s finger, she pointed her wand at the offending thread, and it tucked itself back into place.
Bridget opened the back door and stood aside to let her mother through, but instead, a tawny owl soared through and alit on the table. It had a thick parchment envelope gripped in its beak, and a haughty look about it that clearly said, “I am deigning to grace you with my presence, now what will you do for me?”
Bridget made to take the letter from the owl’s beak, but it turned away. She shot her mother a quizzical look. Her mother seemed equally nonplussed. Bridget turned to examine the address.
Bridget O’Donoughue
Front Bedroom
17 Merry Lane
Kenmare, Ireland
“It’s my letter, mum! Why won’t he give it to me?”
“Ah! I have an idea!” Kiera dashed into the sitting room and returned a moment later with an owl treat in hand. She tossed it in the air, and Bridget barely had time to duck as the owl swooped through the air to catch the treat in its beak on the way out the door.
Bridget picked up her letter, slid a finger under the wax seal, and pulled out two folded pieces of parchment. She smiled softly as she unfolded them and said, “It’s my letter, mum.”