To Be A Gryffindor

“Oh yeah, I know many things, one of the perks of being a witch. I even know what it took for you three to get here.”

Edward hired me three days earlier to find someone by the name of Marcella Abelle with only a handful of information. All of my leads turned out to be useless and when I asked for more information he was hesitant. He always asked to meet in strange and isolated locations and always had an audio recorder in his hand. He'd recently been implying that he knew more and wanted to tell me, but was waiting for a specific time. I thought maybe it was finally time.

After an awkward moment of silence, I began to walk towards the doors. "Now if you girls excuse me, I need to get to Vice Principal's office."

“Thank you. It’s not amazing enough to get me out of the Miscellaneous branch though,” Scarlett mumbled.

“ ya … yes, I am! Maybe if you weren’t such an egotistic rat, this wouldn’t have happened. ” George implied.

she checks her pocket to make sure her schedule was there and she puts her phone in her pocket, and makes her way out the door.

"Well, from what Ash has told us. It does make a whole lot of sense if you look at it." The latter tried to reason with his best friend with a smile.

"One day both of us were visited by our godly parents, they told us about wizards, so we did a bunch of research to learn more about them " I continued.

He whose name I shall not say. He walked up to me and said would you like to move to Paris with me and own my kingdom. I said yes and he swept me off my feet and we danced. There was he was right in front of me, waving his hand in front of my eyes. “Earth to…” “Keirstyn” his friend said. “Yeah, I knew that he said. I mumbled the words”yes,” He asked if he could dance with me. Just kidding I wish. All he asked is if I had a dollar for a snack. That was the end. I didn't have a dollar but I wanted to have a conversation with him, but I can't. “No” I said sadly, “Sorry”

A pretty woman in her late thirties came out to greet us. “Hey honey, what are you doing here?” She had blonde hair—blonde was an understatement, it was so blonde it was almost white—and wore heels that made her as tall as her son. Her hair made her dark blue eyes pop out of their sockets even though she was wearing that same god-awful shade of pink.

“I need to get out of here,” she mutters. Swinging her legs over the edge, she’s about to stand up when the girl puts her arm on her shoulder.

"you need to leave. Now." The hand suddenly leaves my own. My heartbeat rises even more. I'm beginning to go into full-blown panic mode as I can sense I'm all alone.

"Who the hell are you old man." James finally spoke up after thinking about it a while.

"Just fine, sir. I can't wait for the meeting to start!" After the meeting was over, Ub walked over to me.

“Well, someone is in a good mood!” she exclaims, laughing and smiling with me. I hold out the headband to her and she says, “What is this? For me?” she points her finger to her chest, and looks at me with her eyebrows raised.