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Celia Croal	By : Haggishunter Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Celia Croal
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-THREE
- 4-FOUR
- 5-FIVE
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Celia Croal sat in her room staring out the window watching the world go by having secured yet another grounding. She didn't know why things kept happening to her, after all she was a loner child by nature. Her appearance was not much to draw people to her. She had wavy hair which should have been a godsend, her crowning glory except for the fact that the slightest bit of moisture and her hair would frizz up to look more afro than waves. It was often stated that given the height of her hair it was any wonder she could get through a doorway. Her slight frame didn't help matters either. Instead of looking feminine she resembled more of a lollipop. "You'll grow into your body" her mother would often say and each morning Celia would get up and rush to the large mirror that stood in the corner of her room. Disappointment would inevitably etch her face as each morning there was no discernable difference. Of all her features the only one that she truly loved were her eyes. They were the deepest green with a dark blue outer circle that only served to make them even more prominent.

Today as Celia sat looking out the window she wondered why she had been given the grounding. Was it her fault that somehow the teacher's car swerved across the car park and into the trash bin? How could it be? All she had done was stand there glaring at the idiot who had failed her yet again for daring to voice her opinion on an essay. It was meant to support the governments curfew laws that had been introduced several years earlier but she had no intention of supporting such a ridiculous law. There was no valid reason for it other than some freak event that caused many people to be killed and it made no sense to her that being shut in your home past 9 pm would make anyone safer. Her teacher Mr Crumbalt had scored through her essay in red pen with FAIL and as she had thrown it in the bin after school his car just happened to go smashing into it with the papers flitting down upon his bonnet.

Last week she had been caught climbing on the school roof which had been severely frowned upon. It wasn't her fault that she had such a talent for climbing and seeking out the quietest places to be. She had merely wanted to find one quiet spot away from all the name callers and found herself ascending the pipe at the side of the building that led up to the roof. Her mother had been called to the school that time as well and as always her mother was averse to disagreeing with the headteacher."Why can't you just behave and keep out of trouble young lady?" she rounded on her.

Celia blanched and sat in her seat crestfallen. "I'm sorry mother." After that every little thing seemed to annoy her mother and she would find herself staring out the window in her bedroom hoping that one day she would be able to escape the place. Not wanted at home, not wanted at school, somewhere out there she just knew there had to be a place for her and so it was a shock to learn that later today she was to receive a visitor.

As the hours ticked by Celia waited anxiously. She was beginning to think it was a wind up when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. "I'll get it" she yelled jumping up and diving out onto the landing. She ran to the stairs and taking two at a time descended as fast as she could but her mother had beaten her to it.

"Come in sir" she said as she waved the young gentleman through.

"Thank you Miss Croal. Will Celia be joining us?"

"Hi!" Celia practically shouted at the man while taking in his weird attire. Black, with a long cloak, shiny pointed shoes. She wondered if there was a convention in town though usually she was the first to hear of such a thing. Dark and gothic were more her style. She appraised the man and ambled through behind him.

"Please sit." Miss Croal indicated a soft plump cushioned settee and sat down in the armchair opposite as the man and Celia both took their seats.

"My name is Professor Longbottom and I have come to offer you a place at Hogwarts boarding school." Neville smiled warmly at the young girl.

"Okay, haha good one mother." How she had managed to talk some stranger into going along with her cruel joke Celia didn't know but she was resolute that she would make her mother pay.

Celia rose and was about to leave while staring daggers at her mother when Neville, bringing the girls attention back to him, asked "have you ever done anything that seemed impossible or found that you can make things happen by wishing them to?"

Celia paused for a moment. "Well yeah, but can't everybody? and well, they were only small things." Miss Croal harrumphed at the mention of "small things" knowing just how close Celia was to being expelled from her school for delinquent behaviour. It was for this reason alone that she had finally succumbed to the demands from the school and agreed to hear the man out.

"Not everybody Miss Croal. Only a select few have the predisposition to affect will" Neville said and spread his hand out for her to sit back down.

Celia thought about what he had said for a second and then crossed over and reclaimed her seat. "Not... not everyone?"

"Not everyone" he said solemnly. Beaming at her he reached into his cloak and retrieved a letter that was wax sealed with a large red H. Celia's eyes lit up as she took in the fancy parchment and the old fashioned seal style. She fumbled at the back and after a small crack she lifted the flap. Written in fancy writing were the words Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"You will find a list of the items you will require for the school year on the attached sheet. Should you accept the position offered at the school you will be leaving this life behind and starting anew. It is a difficult journey for a young witch of muggle heritage. However, there have been many fine witches who have come from the muggle world and you should not feel downhearted. You will learn just as well as the other students if you apply yourself. So what say you? Would you like to go to Hogwarts?" Neville stopped, took a deep breath and looked her over considering whether it may have been too much information. He often had McGonagall chiding him for it but he loved Hogwarts and he knew how muggle borns were often frowned upon even today. As such, he wanted the young girl to have all the information at her disposal before agreeing to leave her old life behind.

"I'm sorry Mr Longbottom but I simply can not afford to send Celia to a boarding school," Miss Croal interrupted.

Neville turned in his seat and looked pointedly at her. "Not to worry Miss Croal, there is a small fund at Hogwarts that will permit for your daughters inclusion."

Celia's head whipped back and forth between the two. "You mean this is for real?" A smile tugged at the edge of her mouth as Neville nodded. Looking at the parchment she held in her hands she read the words slowly. "And you think I have magic?" she asked.

"Ah yes, young Celia. You see there are ways of telling when magic has been used and in children that is particularly so. The things you are able to do is an unconscious use of the magic within you. At Hogwarts we can teach you how to focus it, how to embrace your true nature."

"And what's a muggle?" She knew enough from her bullying at school to know that the way he had said it meant that this was not a good thing to be in a magical world.

"A muggle is a non magical person."

She absorbed what he told her, weighing the pros and cons of going to the school, even if it was just a joke. "Do students get to voice their own opinions?" she asked. It was a small detail but if she was going to give up this life Celia wanted to make sure that she wouldn't be going into another even more diabolical one.

"As long as those opinions are valid." He nodded.

"Then sign me up" Celia said bouncing up off the settee.

"Are you sure Celia? There's no turning back" Miss Croal tried to reason with her.

Celia nodded excitedly "yes mother."

"Then come along young Celia we have a fair bit of shopping to do before term starts" Neville said, standing up and grasping hold of Celia's arm. "Don't worry about your belongings they will be forwarded to Hogwarts for your arrival."

The last thing Celia saw before she popped up outside The Leaky Cauldron was a tear rolling down her mother's cheek as she sped away from her home in Roslyn.
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