Marcus wouldn't usually admit it, but he did enjoy this part of the job. He placed the official letter on the table, in front of the seat he was sure Michael would take, and awaited his arrival- his mother, who seemed a little put out by this whole thing, had gone to fetch him.
When Michael entered the room, Marcus waited for a second before standing up and offering Michael his hand to shake. Marcus was dressed in a well-cut dark suit today, with a blue shirt and no tie. "Michael, I'm delighted to meet you. Would you and your mother please take a seat? Excellent."
Marcus took his seat as well, and indicated the letter in front of Michael. "Now, this may sound ridiculous at first, but I assure you it is no joke. Michael, you are being offered a place to study at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you're being offered it because you are a wizard. As am I. Now, which of your many questions would you like me to answer first?" Marcus sat back, with a smile on his face.
Michael stared at the man. He was clearly insane. Wizards didn't exist, that was ridiculous.
But as he was thinking this, a small nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him of the little things that he had done, that seemed like they could only be magic. Even in the past few months, when he had stopped trying to do things like that because he was far too old for that now - now he was going into secondary school and everything - strange things had happened in his favour that really shouldn't happen
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Marcus smiled. He took his wand out, to Michael's mother's seeming disgust, and waved it rather absently at a biro on the table as he spoke to Michael. Well, Michael, we teach several subjects, but in your first year you would take only seven subjects. You'd learn the History of Magic, and the magical world; Astronomy, in order to understand the effects the stars have on our world
( ... )
Michael's jaw dropped as the biro rose into the air, and his eyes followed it in awe as he listened intently to Professor Flitwick. When the teacher had finished talking, Michael was the first to speak.
"That's so awesome. Mum, I want to go to Hogwarts, it'll be so much better than Chatham House Grammar School." He turned to his mum, who looked rather shell-shocked and said nothing, still staring at the floating pen in disbelief.
"Don't you think it'll be a really good experience for me, learning new things and stuff? And if I'm really a wizard, I should nurture my talents, right?" Michael argued, half quoting something that she herself had said a couple of weeks ago, although that had been about the clarinet. "Mum?"
He poked her arm, and she seemed to come back to life.
"This is not happening," she groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"Mum, don't you see, this is so cool. I'll get to do magic." He received no other response from his mum, and turned back to Professor Flitwick, pointing at the wand in the small man's
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When Michael entered the room, Marcus waited for a second before standing up and offering Michael his hand to shake. Marcus was dressed in a well-cut dark suit today, with a blue shirt and no tie. "Michael, I'm delighted to meet you. Would you and your mother please take a seat? Excellent."
Marcus took his seat as well, and indicated the letter in front of Michael. "Now, this may sound ridiculous at first, but I assure you it is no joke. Michael, you are being offered a place to study at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you're being offered it because you are a wizard. As am I. Now, which of your many questions would you like me to answer first?" Marcus sat back, with a smile on his face.
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But as he was thinking this, a small nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him of the little things that he had done, that seemed like they could only be magic. Even in the past few months, when he had stopped trying to do things like that because he was far too old for that now - now he was going into secondary school and everything - strange things had happened in his favour that really shouldn't happen ( ... )
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"That's so awesome. Mum, I want to go to Hogwarts, it'll be so much better than Chatham House Grammar School." He turned to his mum, who looked rather shell-shocked and said nothing, still staring at the floating pen in disbelief.
"Don't you think it'll be a really good experience for me, learning new things and stuff? And if I'm really a wizard, I should nurture my talents, right?" Michael argued, half quoting something that she herself had said a couple of weeks ago, although that had been about the clarinet. "Mum?"
He poked her arm, and she seemed to come back to life.
"This is not happening," she groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"Mum, don't you see, this is so cool. I'll get to do magic." He received no other response from his mum, and turned back to Professor Flitwick, pointing at the wand in the small man's ( ... )
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