026, Look Ma! I'm a Wizard!, Reina, G
Title: Look Ma! I'm a Wizard!
Author: Reina
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Colin, Professor McGonagall
Genre: General
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 682
"I'll get it!" Colin shouted, dashing for the front door, beating his brother Dennis by almost the entire flight of stairs in a reckless dash.
Opening the door, he had a moment to wish he hadn't. The person on the other side was, well, a little scary looking. Tall, with beady eyes frames by square glasses and hair pulled back into a no-nonsense bun, she looked like every kid's strict teacher nightmare. She was also wearing what looked like a thick black cloak - which struck Colin as odd, considering it was the middle of July. No matter how weird he thought it was, one look at her appearance was enough to make him re-think asking her about it. "Uh... hello?"
"Hello Colin."
Colin started. She knew his name? "I... who... I'm sorry, I don't remember meeting you. Who are you?"
"You haven't met me, but I am Professor McGonagall. I might suggest you call your parents and allow me to talk to them and you in the sitting room. Please go quickly, I have many visits to make today."
Colin blinked and allowed the woman in to the house, and was astonished when she walked toward the sitting room as if she'd been to the house before. He spared confused look for Dennis, who had heard everything from the top of the stairs and went to fetch his parents.
The three Creevys sat together on the couch, facing their strange visitor, Colin taking a place between his parents.
The visitor cleared her throat. "Colin, have you ever had anything... unexplainable... happen to you? Especially when you're mad or otherwise upset?"
Colin's eyes lit up - here, finally, was the explanation, he wasn't crazy - he no sooner opened his mouth to tell the visitor about it when his father's hand clamped over his mouth.
"Now see here! What are you playing at? Who have you heard stories from?"
Colin's heart sank - his parents were just being protective, but it was not something he wanted protection for at the moment.
"I assure you, anything you may think is strange or unexplainable will not phase me. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Colin is a wizard, and is therefore eligible to enroll in Hogwarts this September." She reached into her cloak and pulled out a large envelope with Colin's name and address on it in bright green ink continuing, "Normally, we send school letters by owl, but we've found that doing so creates problems in non-wizarding families."
Colin's mother's eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped back into the couch, while his father looked wide-eyed between the woman in the cloak and his son, busy reading his letter.
"Oh!" their visitor started, and pulled a thin rod from her cloak. Waving it in sort of a circle, Colin's eyes winding as his mother immediately came out of her faint, looking as if she hadn't just been unconscious.
"I'm sorry to explain it so bluntly. But yes, Colin is a wizard, and we would like for him to attend Hogwarts. He will be taught magics like transfiguration, charms, and potions, among other things. There is a train that the students take to and from school, it leaves on September 1st. Attached to the letter in Colin's hand is a school supply list."
"I... where do we... they're not the usual things...are they?" Colin's father seemed to be regaining some of his mental faculties.
"There is a place in London called Diagon Alley. In time, Colin can be shown how to get to this place, but for the meantime, we have scheduled a wizarding bus called the Knight Bus to pick you all up on August the 31th at 10am. The school has reserved you a room in The Leaky Cauldron that night, and another representative will be on hand to guide you to the train."
"I... we...." Colin's mother stammered, only to be interrupted by her exuberant son.
"I knew I wasn't imagining it! Mom, Dad! I can go right? Right? I have to go! Wait til I tell Dennis!" With that, Colin was off at top speed for the stairs.
Comments? Criticism? It didn't go quite where I wanted it to, but I guess such is the nature of writing.
Author: Reina
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Colin, Professor McGonagall
Genre: General
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 682
"I'll get it!" Colin shouted, dashing for the front door, beating his brother Dennis by almost the entire flight of stairs in a reckless dash.
Opening the door, he had a moment to wish he hadn't. The person on the other side was, well, a little scary looking. Tall, with beady eyes frames by square glasses and hair pulled back into a no-nonsense bun, she looked like every kid's strict teacher nightmare. She was also wearing what looked like a thick black cloak - which struck Colin as odd, considering it was the middle of July. No matter how weird he thought it was, one look at her appearance was enough to make him re-think asking her about it. "Uh... hello?"
"Hello Colin."
Colin started. She knew his name? "I... who... I'm sorry, I don't remember meeting you. Who are you?"
"You haven't met me, but I am Professor McGonagall. I might suggest you call your parents and allow me to talk to them and you in the sitting room. Please go quickly, I have many visits to make today."
Colin blinked and allowed the woman in to the house, and was astonished when she walked toward the sitting room as if she'd been to the house before. He spared confused look for Dennis, who had heard everything from the top of the stairs and went to fetch his parents.
The three Creevys sat together on the couch, facing their strange visitor, Colin taking a place between his parents.
The visitor cleared her throat. "Colin, have you ever had anything... unexplainable... happen to you? Especially when you're mad or otherwise upset?"
Colin's eyes lit up - here, finally, was the explanation, he wasn't crazy - he no sooner opened his mouth to tell the visitor about it when his father's hand clamped over his mouth.
"Now see here! What are you playing at? Who have you heard stories from?"
Colin's heart sank - his parents were just being protective, but it was not something he wanted protection for at the moment.
"I assure you, anything you may think is strange or unexplainable will not phase me. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Colin is a wizard, and is therefore eligible to enroll in Hogwarts this September." She reached into her cloak and pulled out a large envelope with Colin's name and address on it in bright green ink continuing, "Normally, we send school letters by owl, but we've found that doing so creates problems in non-wizarding families."
Colin's mother's eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped back into the couch, while his father looked wide-eyed between the woman in the cloak and his son, busy reading his letter.
"Oh!" their visitor started, and pulled a thin rod from her cloak. Waving it in sort of a circle, Colin's eyes winding as his mother immediately came out of her faint, looking as if she hadn't just been unconscious.
"I'm sorry to explain it so bluntly. But yes, Colin is a wizard, and we would like for him to attend Hogwarts. He will be taught magics like transfiguration, charms, and potions, among other things. There is a train that the students take to and from school, it leaves on September 1st. Attached to the letter in Colin's hand is a school supply list."
"I... where do we... they're not the usual things...are they?" Colin's father seemed to be regaining some of his mental faculties.
"There is a place in London called Diagon Alley. In time, Colin can be shown how to get to this place, but for the meantime, we have scheduled a wizarding bus called the Knight Bus to pick you all up on August the 31th at 10am. The school has reserved you a room in The Leaky Cauldron that night, and another representative will be on hand to guide you to the train."
"I... we...." Colin's mother stammered, only to be interrupted by her exuberant son.
"I knew I wasn't imagining it! Mom, Dad! I can go right? Right? I have to go! Wait til I tell Dennis!" With that, Colin was off at top speed for the stairs.
Comments? Criticism? It didn't go quite where I wanted it to, but I guess such is the nature of writing.