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07-25-2005, 12:21 AM
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<P><BR>#1 Hogwarts future, 2020 *You have to start somewhere*<BR> <BR>~A
waitresses’s POV~</P>
<P>The guy finally showed up. How long had that girl been waiting? Trish sighed
she was used to that happening, sometimes the guy didn’t show up, that wasn’t
pretty. She stood up; she’d been leaning against the purple, metallic counter on
a stool. Her smart shoes clicked on the newly polished floor. It was only 5 pm,
far from cafe rush hour, and as expected there were only two customers.
<BR>Trish smiled at the raven-haired girl, she still looked sad, and then a
quick look at the guy revealed the same thing. Hmm, domestic problems, before
five-thirty? I must be lucky after all. </P>
<P>Trish smiled sincerely, “can I take your orders now?”<BR>“I’ll have another
one of these please,” the Asian girl held up an empty chocolate
milkshake-glass.<BR>“Sure,” Trish picked up the glass.<BR>“I’ll have a
strawberry one,” the guy had black hair too, but messy.</P>
<P>She noted their orders down and headed to the shiny counter. She strained her
ears, and tried to listen to their hushed conversation, over the milkshake
machine. </P>
<P>“What took you so long?” it was the girls accented voice.<BR>“Auror stuff,
sorry,” the guy’s English voice replied. “Why choose a muggle café? What if Lord
Vol-” <BR>The girl winced before he ended his sentence and spoke
before he could continue, “it’s safer; no-one would look for us in the muggle
world. Why do you have to say that name?”<BR>“Right, one chocolate and one
strawberry shake,” Trish had her waitress smile on as she placed the glasses on
the table.<BR>“Thanks Trish.”<BR>“You’re welcome, if you want anything else then
just yell.”<BR> “Sure.”</P>
<P>Trish walked back to the serving counter; absent-mindedly she sat on a stool
and picked up ‘Cosmopolitan’. She always took up this position when
eavesdropping.</P>
<P>“Do you know that muggle?” the guy’s green eyes shone mischievously. Why do
they keep using that word in reference to me? Trish wondered.<BR>“I met her
while I was waiting for you. I told her I miss you.” <BR>They kissed quietly and
quickly but passionately.<BR>“I know, but life is so hard. All thanks to this
^^^^ thing,” he touched his forehead. Trish raised an eyebrow, his head is the
problem?<BR>“Yes, the moment Vol- that ma- thing choose you, we were all
doomed,” girl’s pretty face became dark with some kind of grief. This is
brilliant drama, tragedy, love. I don’t need to watch any soaps for a
month! <BR>But Trish’s thoughts were broken by a voice.<BR>“Excuse me! Can
we order now?”<BR>“Right, what can we do for you?” she quickly clicked over to
their table. </P>
<P>
-#-#-</P>
<P>~Our heroine’s POV~</P>
<P>“HELEN KATHRYN CARY-PARNALL! WAKE-UP NOW!” What have I done now? My brain
thought groggily. I looked at my clock and tried to read the blurry digits.
Grabbing my glasses, and looking again reviled I was late.</P>
<P>“I know it’s 10:00 AM Mum!” I stretched and one of my joints gave a grateful
click.<BR>“You know eh? Well get up your grandmother is coming in 20
minutes!”<BR>“Yes mum!” I shook my head and pushed my fluffy, blue duvet off my
body. </P>
<P>It’s summer but I can’t sleep without my duvet. Wondering how I slept through
my alarm clock and Lily and Will waking up, I opened my wardrobe. ‘I wanna go
home’ blared out from the radio, I liked old songs but this one was special to
me. I’d first heard it about a month ago when my family and I went to Brittany.
I always felt homesick whenever I went on holiday and hearing this song suited
my feelings, and made me happy for the last week. <BR>I turned to my mirror; I’m
quite short for my age (which is 11) but still skinny. I enjoyed sports
sometimes but don’t have much stamina. In its shiny surface I saw my lightly
tanned skin and matching hazel eyes. I’m oriental so my hair is ebony-black but
has a blue shine; it’s long and smooth but often wavy in crazy ways. Today I had
bed hair; I don’t want to brush that. <BR>Taking a last look at my light-blue
t-shirt and white cotton ¾ lengths I grabbed my brush and prepared for the
inevitable. Surprisingly it took only 5 minutes and easily went up into a plat.
I put on my favourite blue sandals and the nearest shoulder bag before I raced
out of my room. It’s is on the ground floor and my door leads out into a little
corridor that also had doors for the back garden, the laundry room, and the
kitchen. I chose the kitchen door; checking my watch I noted I had 5 minutes
left.</P>
<P>“Aren’t you going to be cold?” my mum asked as she spoon fed Will.<BR>“It’s
August, but yes I’ll bring a jumper.”</P>
<P>Will giggled and spat his green slime on the recently cleaned floor. My mum
sighed and I sneaked out of the room before I got roped into doing something. I
put a lilac fleece around my waist and my digital camera, purse, mobile phone
and house keys into my bag. I stopped and thought before adding my mega-xxx PSP3
and wireless headphones. </P>
<P>“Helen?” great, Lily was home. <BR>I was hoping she had gone to a friend’s
house, “yes Lily?”<BR>“Nothing!” she replied cheerfully before turning back to
the TV. </P>
<P>She was watching a brightly coloured 4D cartoon; the special glasses looked
strange on her blue-hazel eyes. I glanced at the screen ‘Rosie and her magical
friends’ was the typical, cheesy show my 8-year-old sister watches. Although
this one was slightly classy as it taught you how to speak different languages;
today was French.</P>
<P>“J’aime chats!” the TV said.<BR>“Jem shats!” my kid sister chorused. </P>
<P>I watched the bouncing Lily; she was ‘sitting’ on a flowery pink bean-bag in
front of our plasma, wide-screen TV, which is attached to the wall. Her long,
curly, chocolate hair bounced with her and her hazel eyes shone with excitement.
She was paler than me, but also lanky, while Will was still chubby. Lily was one
of the tallest in her class and didn’t look oriental at all. Will looked like a
baby but so far he had blue eyes and dark auburn hair like mum. My mum’s dad was
from Hong Kong but his parents moved to England years ago, only he, mum and I
show our Chinese heritage. My mum has blue eyes and is petite like me, dad is
tall with Lily’s chocolate curls and mine and Will’s tanned skin. He also has
hazel eyes but with more blue and less green than me. </P>
<P>“Doesn’t anyone check the post?” I heard a familiar click of a door closing,
“I mean, I know everyone’s gone digital but letters aren’t extinct, yet.”</P>
<P>“Nanny!” Lily rushed to the door behind me that led into the front hallway.
<BR>Nanny Dot opened that door at the same time. <BR>“Lilia! She picked up the
little bullet in a tight hug. </P>
<P>I always admired my Nan she’s very nice to us kids but she was also very
strong, when it came to opinions. She’s about 57 and still had her dark-red hair
and toned tall body. She used to be an Olympic swimmer for Australia, her best
year was her last. Beijing 2008 gave her 1 silver and 2 gold medals, for 50m
freestyle, 100m back crawl and diving. A heroine in Oz and in the Carey-Parnell
family, she is always trying to get us to follow in her footsteps. <BR>That’s
why she is here, to take me school uniform shopping. My parents have always
insisted we go to a school ‘with a mixture of students from different cultural
backgrounds’. They sent me to a normal English school once but they hated
everything about it and after two terms I was back in my international infant
school. Now I’m in year 6 and choosing what secondary school to go to when all
^^^^ broke loose. My parents still wanted me to go to an international school,
there’s one in Canterbury but Nanny Dot insisted sports facilities were the top
priority. They argued and a few other relatives joined in, it seems that my
secondary school I went to was of the utmost importance. I’m dreading collage
and uni, maybe they’ll even insist on what courses I’ll take! Eventually they
came to a compromise and here I am going to Brightale – an private,
international, agricultural school. <BR>I did have two choices, Brightale –
which I secretly loved because I want to be a vet or Lady Lydia’s world class
finishing school in London. Even with my chronic home-sickness the former
sounded like heaven compared with that. </P>
<P>“A couple of bills, a holo-card from Marie, she’s in Sydney now and-” she
stopped, with a confused look on her face,” a handwritten letter for
Helen.”<BR> I returned the look while Lily tugged at her sleeve, “never
mind that Nan, look what I learned today. Jem shats! See aren’t I
clever?”<BR>“Well done dear,” Nan replied absent mindedly. Then to me, “I
thought you communicated by internet? Or that video phone on your mobile of
yours?”<BR>“I do,” I took the yellow letter from her.</P>
<P>It wasn’t paper, well not ordinary paper. It was hard and bumpy and crunchy.
The yellow colour looked natural, like the paper the Egyptian’s used to use,
Papyrus I think it’s called. Nan was right; it’s handwritten in green ink! How
weird…my mind was busy as I watched the green letters shimmer in the light.</P>
<P>Miss Helen Kathryn Carey-Parnell<BR>4 Hickory Dell<BR>Beaumount Close<BR>The
garage-room<BR>Elmsted<BR>Kent CT4 3AA </P>
<P><BR>#1 Hogwarts future, 2020 *You have to start somewhere*<BR> <BR>~A
waitresses’s POV~</P>
<P>The guy finally showed up. How long had that girl been waiting? Trish sighed
she was used to that happening, sometimes the guy didn’t show up, that wasn’t
pretty. She stood up; she’d been leaning against the purple, metallic counter on
a stool. Her smart shoes clicked on the newly polished floor. It was only 5 pm,
far from cafe rush hour, and as expected there were only two customers.
<BR>Trish smiled at the raven-haired girl, she still looked sad, and then a
quick look at the guy revealed the same thing. Hmm, domestic problems, before
five-thirty? I must be lucky after all. </P>
<P>Trish smiled sincerely, “can I take your orders now?”<BR>“I’ll have another
one of these please,” the Asian girl held up an empty chocolate
milkshake-glass.<BR>“Sure,” Trish picked up the glass.<BR>“I’ll have a
strawberry one,” the guy had black hair too, but messy.</P>
<P>She noted their orders down and headed to the shiny counter. She strained her
ears, and tried to listen to their hushed conversation, over the milkshake
machine. </P>
<P>“What took you so long?” it was the girls accented voice.<BR>“Auror stuff,
sorry,” the guy’s English voice replied. “Why choose a muggle café? What if Lord
Vol-” <BR>The girl winced before he ended his sentence and spoke
before he could continue, “it’s safer; no-one would look for us in the muggle
world. Why do you have to say that name?”<BR>“Right, one chocolate and one
strawberry shake,” Trish had her waitress smile on as she placed the glasses on
the table.<BR>“Thanks Trish.”<BR>“You’re welcome, if you want anything else then
just yell.”<BR> “Sure.”</P>
<P>Trish walked back to the serving counter; absent-mindedly she sat on a stool
and picked up ‘Cosmopolitan’. She always took up this position when
eavesdropping.</P>
<P>“Do you know that muggle?” the guy’s green eyes shone mischievously. Why do
they keep using that word in reference to me? Trish wondered.<BR>“I met her
while I was waiting for you. I told her I miss you.” <BR>They kissed quietly and
quickly but passionately.<BR>“I know, but life is so hard. All thanks to this
^^^^ thing,” he touched his forehead. Trish raised an eyebrow, his head is the
problem?<BR>“Yes, the moment Vol- that ma- thing choose you, we were all
doomed,” girl’s pretty face became dark with some kind of grief. This is
brilliant drama, tragedy, love. I don’t need to watch any soaps for a
month! <BR>But Trish’s thoughts were broken by a voice.<BR>“Excuse me! Can
we order now?”<BR>“Right, what can we do for you?” she quickly clicked over to
their table. </P>
<P>
-#-#-</P>
<P>~Our heroine’s POV~</P>
<P>“HELEN KATHRYN CARY-PARNALL! WAKE-UP NOW!” What have I done now? My brain
thought groggily. I looked at my clock and tried to read the blurry digits.
Grabbing my glasses, and looking again reviled I was late.</P>
<P>“I know it’s 10:00 AM Mum!” I stretched and one of my joints gave a grateful
click.<BR>“You know eh? Well get up your grandmother is coming in 20
minutes!”<BR>“Yes mum!” I shook my head and pushed my fluffy, blue duvet off my
body. </P>
<P>It’s summer but I can’t sleep without my duvet. Wondering how I slept through
my alarm clock and Lily and Will waking up, I opened my wardrobe. ‘I wanna go
home’ blared out from the radio, I liked old songs but this one was special to
me. I’d first heard it about a month ago when my family and I went to Brittany.
I always felt homesick whenever I went on holiday and hearing this song suited
my feelings, and made me happy for the last week. <BR>I turned to my mirror; I’m
quite short for my age (which is 11) but still skinny. I enjoyed sports
sometimes but don’t have much stamina. In its shiny surface I saw my lightly
tanned skin and matching hazel eyes. I’m oriental so my hair is ebony-black but
has a blue shine; it’s long and smooth but often wavy in crazy ways. Today I had
bed hair; I don’t want to brush that. <BR>Taking a last look at my light-blue
t-shirt and white cotton ¾ lengths I grabbed my brush and prepared for the
inevitable. Surprisingly it took only 5 minutes and easily went up into a plat.
I put on my favourite blue sandals and the nearest shoulder bag before I raced
out of my room. It’s is on the ground floor and my door leads out into a little
corridor that also had doors for the back garden, the laundry room, and the
kitchen. I chose the kitchen door; checking my watch I noted I had 5 minutes
left.</P>
<P>“Aren’t you going to be cold?” my mum asked as she spoon fed Will.<BR>“It’s
August, but yes I’ll bring a jumper.”</P>
<P>Will giggled and spat his green slime on the recently cleaned floor. My mum
sighed and I sneaked out of the room before I got roped into doing something. I
put a lilac fleece around my waist and my digital camera, purse, mobile phone
and house keys into my bag. I stopped and thought before adding my mega-xxx PSP3
and wireless headphones. </P>
<P>“Helen?” great, Lily was home. <BR>I was hoping she had gone to a friend’s
house, “yes Lily?”<BR>“Nothing!” she replied cheerfully before turning back to
the TV. </P>
<P>She was watching a brightly coloured 4D cartoon; the special glasses looked
strange on her blue-hazel eyes. I glanced at the screen ‘Rosie and her magical
friends’ was the typical, cheesy show my 8-year-old sister watches. Although
this one was slightly classy as it taught you how to speak different languages;
today was French.</P>
<P>“J’aime chats!” the TV said.<BR>“Jem shats!” my kid sister chorused. </P>
<P>I watched the bouncing Lily; she was ‘sitting’ on a flowery pink bean-bag in
front of our plasma, wide-screen TV, which is attached to the wall. Her long,
curly, chocolate hair bounced with her and her hazel eyes shone with excitement.
She was paler than me, but also lanky, while Will was still chubby. Lily was one
of the tallest in her class and didn’t look oriental at all. Will looked like a
baby but so far he had blue eyes and dark auburn hair like mum. My mum’s dad was
from Hong Kong but his parents moved to England years ago, only he, mum and I
show our Chinese heritage. My mum has blue eyes and is petite like me, dad is
tall with Lily’s chocolate curls and mine and Will’s tanned skin. He also has
hazel eyes but with more blue and less green than me. </P>
<P>“Doesn’t anyone check the post?” I heard a familiar click of a door closing,
“I mean, I know everyone’s gone digital but letters aren’t extinct, yet.”</P>
<P>“Nanny!” Lily rushed to the door behind me that led into the front hallway.
<BR>Nanny Dot opened that door at the same time. <BR>“Lilia! She picked up the
little bullet in a tight hug. </P>
<P>I always admired my Nan she’s very nice to us kids but she was also very
strong, when it came to opinions. She’s about 57 and still had her dark-red hair
and toned tall body. She used to be an Olympic swimmer for Australia, her best
year was her last. Beijing 2008 gave her 1 silver and 2 gold medals, for 50m
freestyle, 100m back crawl and diving. A heroine in Oz and in the Carey-Parnell
family, she is always trying to get us to follow in her footsteps. <BR>That’s
why she is here, to take me school uniform shopping. My parents have always
insisted we go to a school ‘with a mixture of students from different cultural
backgrounds’. They sent me to a normal English school once but they hated
everything about it and after two terms I was back in my international infant
school. Now I’m in year 6 and choosing what secondary school to go to when all
^^^^ broke loose. My parents still wanted me to go to an international school,
there’s one in Canterbury but Nanny Dot insisted sports facilities were the top
priority. They argued and a few other relatives joined in, it seems that my
secondary school I went to was of the utmost importance. I’m dreading collage
and uni, maybe they’ll even insist on what courses I’ll take! Eventually they
came to a compromise and here I am going to Brightale – an private,
international, agricultural school. <BR>I did have two choices, Brightale –
which I secretly loved because I want to be a vet or Lady Lydia’s world class
finishing school in London. Even with my chronic home-sickness the former
sounded like heaven compared with that. </P>
<P>“A couple of bills, a holo-card from Marie, she’s in Sydney now and-” she
stopped, with a confused look on her face,” a handwritten letter for
Helen.”<BR> I returned the look while Lily tugged at her sleeve, “never
mind that Nan, look what I learned today. Jem shats! See aren’t I
clever?”<BR>“Well done dear,” Nan replied absent mindedly. Then to me, “I
thought you communicated by internet? Or that video phone on your mobile of
yours?”<BR>“I do,” I took the yellow letter from her.</P>
<P>It wasn’t paper, well not ordinary paper. It was hard and bumpy and crunchy.
The yellow colour looked natural, like the paper the Egyptian’s used to use,
Papyrus I think it’s called. Nan was right; it’s handwritten in green ink! How
weird…my mind was busy as I watched the green letters shimmer in the light.</P>
<P>Miss Helen Kathryn Carey-Parnell<BR>4 Hickory Dell<BR>Beaumount Close<BR>The
garage-room<BR>Elmsted<BR>Kent CT4 3AA </P>