Chapter 5 : Anticipated Journeys and Broken Bridges
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I don't own anything recognisible as always because I dont have polyjuice poition to turn myself into J.K.Rowling.
With shaking hands I opened the wax seal and extracted many sheets of folded card. One appeared to be an extensive list of school rules and forbidden items, another a list of school equipment and the third was a letter. I had put my name forward for this transfer program at the start of last year as had may other people. Who wouldn’t want to go to the same school as the “Boy who Lived” or see where the battle of Hogwarts took place. I had never even dream that I would be accepted but here was my acceptance letter. I was going back to Scotland and for the mean time Albus was forgotten to the excitement.
Dear Miss Alexis Emily Reid,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to attend Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry for the next two years of your education, as part of a transfer program between our school and Salem Witches Academy. You will be given accommodation at the school within one of the four house dorms; Slythering- where cunning folk use any means achieve their ends, Ravenclaw- where wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure, Hufflepuff- where they are just and loyal or Gryffindor- where dwell the brave at heart. You will be sorted into you suited house upon arrival and will be permitted to travel home at Easter and Christmas. Term starts on the first of September where you are to board the Hogwarts Express at Kings Cross Station on platform 9¾ at eleven o’clock. We are looking forward to having you attend our school this term.
Hoping you are well,
Head mistress Minerva McGonagall
“You got it didn’t you?” Sophie smiled and when I nodded she scream excitedly and gave me a hug, “That so amazing Lexi, I’m so happy for you.” I was happy for me too. At that point mum came in to ask what all the screaming was for and she joined our celebration by giving me a tight hug and going to get us some cake. Like she always did with leftovers from the restaurant. I could wait to go back to Scotland. Scotland, where I had grown up, where most of my family was. It did seem like a bit of a pain though that I hand to go all the way to kings cross in London to just travel back up to Scotland on the train. I said this to mum who shrugged and then said she would arrange for me to stay with my aunt in Cheshire, in England. England, where Albus lived. Albus. And with that thought my happiness depleted and I was left with the gaping hole of nothingness that Albus had left in my chest. I left Sophie and my mum in the living room where we had been eating cake and went up to bed, pulled the covers over my head and sobbed into my pillow, clutching at my sides and trying to hold myself together. I don’t how long I lay there crying but Sophie entered sometime later and her soft snores soon filled the room. Only as the sun stared to come up did I realise how much time had passed and I fell into a restless sleep.
I woke abruptly with a knock on the door and I sat bold upright in bed. It was Albus’s knock, I would know it anywhere. I looked at Sophie and grimaced.
“Soph, I can’t face him right now.” I pleased and- like I knew she would –she got up from her bed and walked to answer my front door. I could hear the whole conversation from upstairs in my room. Ok, maybe I was listening in the hall.
“Oh. You must be Sophie; it’s nice to meet you. I’m Albus” he said politely and I knew he was offering her his hand.
“Nice to meet you too. Can I help you with something?” I cringed at Sophie’s harsh tone. She obviously though that the fight last night was Albus’s fault and not mine.
“Yeah actually you can, can I talk to Lexi?” I could tell he was ruffling his hair because he sounded nervous.
“She doesn’t want to see you right now Albus and I know it’s not my place, but I think it is for the best. You’re going back home tomorrow and I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t think it’s very nice of you to show up here mending bridges when you know your leaving tomorrow. Why mend her heart just to break again tomorrow? Just do the right thing and leave Lexi alone now, yeah?” She said in a slightly sympathetic but still very stern voice.
“I guess you’re right. Just tell her I stopped by and that I’m sorry and that I love her.” My heart broke even further at the hurt in Albus’s voice and I wanted nothing more than to run to him and pull him into my arms and tell him I loved him too. But it wasn’t fair to him and it wasn’t fair to me, so I sat there on the top step next to the window and, as Sophie closed the door and I watched Albus walk away from me for – what I thought was- the last time, I wept and cried and rocked myself from side to side all the while thinking of how the love my life could never be with me. I had only known Albus for two weeks but I knew from that moment on the beach that he was my soul mate. But everything was against us- different countries, world, and cultures- and I couldn’t overlook that. I could overlook how different we were, how he walked away from me with little less than a pathetic excuse, how it seemed like he was the third boy to use me and how stupid that made me feel but most of all, what he said to me and what I said to him. I would never forgive myself for saying those things or for letting Albus in, for letting him get me, letting him love me and loving him in return.
Sophie found me this way and she led me back to my room and tucked me into bed. She asked me what happened and I started from the beginning. From the moment I heard his voice, our first kiss, our first argument and our last. I told her about the sunset and that night stargazing with Albus. I explain to her why it would never work but admitted why I wished it would. Sophie was a great friend to have in this situation, she listened and didn’t try to make me feel better by telling me I was right because she knew it would only make me feel worst, she understood how I was feeling but lightened the mood and made me laugh when she called Albus a nit infested moron.
“I mean really, how many times does he have to ruffle his hair and scratch his head a day.” She moaned.
“Five times a minute” I snorted and then catching Sophie’s eyes, we burst into fits of laughter; “I counted once” I gasped breathlessly and began to laugh harder.
“I have to give him one thing…well maybe two, his eyes are to die for, oh and that accent, Lexi you didn’t even stand a chance against him even if he is a muggle” she mocked me with that impish grin spreading across her tiny pixie like features.
“Shut up.” I giggled hitting her over the head with my pillow sending her raven her flying around her face “One dam fine muggle. Those eyes were dangerous… I’m serious, if he looked at me the right way I would blurt out my darkest secrets, and he knew it too.” I said with a sad smile spreading across my lips. For some reason Sophie thought I needed to be distracted from my thoughts and I was hit in the back of the head with a pillow. We were instantly in all-out war and pillow stuffing was everywhere. Covered in feathers, I felt like a chicken but I still won the pillow fight fair and square.
Later in the day once the laughter had stopped and I had broken down twice more Sophie helped me pack for my trip. The day after next I would be traveling to my aunt’s house in Cheshire with Sophie. She would be staying for three day before going home but I would be there until term started. While we packed we talked about Hogwarts and how amazing it would be there, I promised that I would write to Sophie and Taylor (our other best friend) every week but we mostly talked about Diagon Alley and how cool it would be there. The letter had explain about the wizarding shopping town and where to get my school supplies- of course I was excited, it was shopping and I do act like a girl sometimes, therefore I love to shop.
“I think I’m most excited for Honeydukes in Hogsmeade. Maybe I’ll find the secret tunnel to the castle that we always hear about and can go there all the time.” I babbled excitedly to Sophie.
“Honeydukes sound so much better than Spellbound Magical Confectionary. I mean that place is just horrible.” Sophie agreed sticking her tongue out and gagging at S.M.C. She was right of course, that place was disgusting and Honeydukes sounded so much nicer.
The more we packed the more excited I became. I couldn’t wait to go to Hogwarts, a new place to explore in my old home land. It would be good to get back to Scotland, believe it or not I had missed the unpredictable rainy weather, the grey mornings and bitter winter evenings and how British people seen it as there god given purpose to strip down to shorts and tee- shirts the moment the sun peaked out from behind the clouds even for an hour, because who knows when they would see it again. Yes, I was excited to be going home and I would miss Salem and my family and friends, I was telling myself that I wasn’t running from everything the states reminded me of but in the back of my mind I knew I was fleeing from the ghost of Albus that had haunted me all day. I was running fast and I was running scared.
So what do you think of Sophie in this chapter?
Do you think she was a bit rude to Albus or just being honest?
Are you excited to see Lexi go to Hogwarts?
I know I am concidering that I have already written that chapter and it would be up by now but I can only upload one chapter at a time and I thought it would be best to upload in order. I would like to deicate this chapter to my first ever reviewers- Ellen-May and Hannah. You guys were so sweat and kind and I really appreciate your input.
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