"Mamaaaan!" A girl shouted in French as she entered her home rapidly, taking her brown cloggs of carefully, and placing them on a rack.
"I'm up here, mon cherrie." A distant voice with a heavy French accent called to her daughter, wondering what all the racket was about.
Charging up the steps, Miss Gabrielle Delacour's blonde hair swished behind her, since it had fallen out of its proper place.
Mud was splattered all over her play dress, her favorite one in the whole lot of them, and it was dry clean only.
Gabrielle pushed her parents room's door open, to find her mother brushing her hair, the same exact color as her daughter's, but thinning. "Maman." Gabrielle breathed, tears welling up in her deep blue eyes, afraid of what would happen when her mother saw the mess.
Mrs. Delacour continued brushing her hair. Then, as she looked at Gabrielle through the mirror in front of her, her eyes narrowed.
"Stupid girl, what did you do to your dress?!" Slamming down the brush, Mrs. Delacour grabbed her daughter by the arm, and dragged her back down the stairs.
"Maman, it wasn't me. It was those boys. I told you it would happen, remember? I told you two days ago!" Gabrielle pleaded. "Mummy, don't. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Gabrielle's mother lead her to a small room, one that both Delacour sisters had once feared. But now Gabrielle was alone without a sister, without anyone to protect her from what lurked in the shadows of the "Safe room".
Mrs. Delacour shut the door when Gabrielle was inside, and locked it. "I want you to stay in here until I come to let you out!" She shouted and stormed off, leaving the youngest Delacour alone in the dark.
A soft tapping noise came from a window nearest the girl's mother. The owl tapped again before flying off, finding an open window. It flew inside and over to the mother. It stuck it's leg out with the letter attatched and hooted.
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Dear Miss Gabrielle Delacour,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at The Magid Accademy. This Accademy teaches Magids, children like yourself that can do wandless magic, Seers, children like yourself that can see into the future, present, or past, Special Students, children like yourself that are very smart, and Normal Students, children like yourself that are just very lucky. You, as well as many other students, have been accepted to this wonderous school. The Long Black Train will arrive at Platform 9 3/4 on September the 26. A list of supplies you will need is attatched.
We await your owl,
Cara Socar,
Headmistress of Magid.
Supplies:
1 Wand, if you don't already have one
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Books:
The Standard Book of Spells(Grade 1)
A History of Magic
Magical Theory
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi(For first years)
Magical Drafts and Potions(For first years)
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them(For first years)
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection(For first years)
Oneing: The Beginners' Guide(For first years)
One Thousand and One Ways to Heal(For first years) |
Mrs. Delacour read the letter over a few times. So, a new school for her child? One that isn't Beauxbatons. Hm. How...odd. Fleur had been the talented one, hadn't she?
Straightening up, Gabrielle's mother reached for a bit of parchement in front of her, and wrote a simple reply, simple, but corteus.
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Yes, my daughter, Gabrielle Delacour, will attend your school this year. Thank you for informing us on this wonderful oportunity.
Yours truely,
Marie Delacour |
Giving it to the owl, Mrs. Delacour continued to groom herself, oblivious to the banging downstairs.
The owl hooted before flying off. How unnatural for such a woman to treat her daughter that way. Little did she know, this owl was an animagus. He'd be telling the headmistress for sure.
(Go get your supplies. XD I'll have Draco post in it.)
