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Emilia Lucia Malfoy
By : DinaTheCat
Category: Harry Potter > General > General
Views: 1709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or any characters in it. I am not earning any money from writing this story. - Chapter List
Mrs. Browning looked at the letter in confusion. A letter for Emilia? She'd never received any post before, she has no family to speak of and other than reminders for the dentist, she has no reason to expect any. The address was odd as well: The Bed By The Window, The Back Bedroom, 27 Langley Close, St Ives, Cambridgeshire. The address included where she slept, but didn't have a postcode? Very odd indeed. The only explanation really is Emilia must have signed up for something and gotten on some mailing list. She'll have to have a talk with little Emilia about giving out her address. Then, of course, Mrs. Browning went about her day and soon forgot about the letter. Several days later when another arrived, she asked Emilia if she had signed up for anything, with the girl answering in the negative, and seeing as the letter was clearly from an organisation rather than a person, she threw the other letter away as well.
Three or so more letters arrived, they all went straight in the bin, unopened. Then, a few weeks later, a woman arrived at the house and asked to speak with Emilia and her guardian privately. Mrs. Browning guessed she was an official of some sort, as she wore a very smart mulberry suit, which complemented her long brown hair beautifully.
"Mrs. Browning, Emilia, my name is Professor Vector, I teach at a selective secondary school in Scotland. Due to Emilia's excellent testing scores, she has been accepted to our school, to begin on the first of September. Congratulations."
Mrs. Browning looked dumbfounded. Emilia was also very confused.
"But I don't remember taking any..."
" 'Selective' as in private school?!" Mrs. Browning interrupted, and went straight into using her 'no-nonsense voice', usually saved for telemarketers and lying children. "We can't pay any fees. We won't give you any kind of deposit or 'registration fee' to hold her place, so if that's what you're here for, you can leave and take your scam somewhere else!"
Emilia suddenly shivered violently, and seemed to have completely lost track of the conversation. Mrs. Browning was talking now, and appeared to be quite a bit more amenable now. She had the distinct feeling that she was missing something.
"Ah yes, that sounds fine. So you'll be escorting Emilia to London next week to buy her school supplies, and we just need to take her to Kings Cross on the First to catch the train at 11. I can drive her myself, the other kids don't start school until the 7th, so my Joe can keep an eye on the little ones for a few hours."
"Excellent, thank you Mrs. Browning. Now then," Professor Vector said, turning to Emilia "Do you think perhaps we could speak alone?"
"Um, ok. I'll just take you to my room" Emilia led the Professor to her bedroom, which she shared with two other foster girls.
Emilia walked over and sat on the edge of her bed, and watched as Professor Vector appeared to whisper something to the door.
"Now that we don't run the risk of being overheard, I have something to say which may shock you. Please remain calm. Emilia... you are a witch."
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