There was only one road she could take now. Grace wrung the water from her wet hair and draped her jacket by the fire to dry. She hoped that this rain would let up enough for her to enjoy the summer weather. For the last four days it had been raining nonstop and she hadn’t been able to enjoy nature. With a sigh she looked at her work table and settled down to run some tests. For years she’d poured herself into research for finding a cure for Lycanthropy. Her father was a werewolf and the life they’d been resigned to live was unfair. It was impossible for him to hold down a job with his condition and to make matters worse he had two daughters to take care of and no wife to help him along. Her ...view middle of the document...
Over time she’d procured several vials of wolfs bane potion to tamper with. When she thought about it Grace smiled rather ruefully, she was lucky to have crossed paths with such generous people.
A screech from her window caught her attention; Grace smiled at her father’s owl, Duchess. She was clutching an envelope that she quickly retrieved handing her owl a treat. Turning the envelope she noticed the Hogwarts seal and her heart speed up. She’d applied to be a student teacher and she hoped that Dumbledore would give her the chance. Popping the seal she pulled out the letter and took a deep breath before reading.
Dear Miss Hewitt,
I have read your letter and reviewed your qualifications thoroughly and I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as a student teacher. I would like to extend you the opportunity this year to fill the role of teacher’s assistant to our new Defense against the dark arts teacher, Professor Lupin. As you know the first day of terms is September 2nd and The Hogwarts Express leaves Kings Cross Station on September 1st at 11 o’clock. I will see you at Hogwarts, Miss Hewitt.
“I’ve got it Duchess! I’ve got the job!” Grace screeched at the owl who simply stared at her as if she’d gone mad. Looking around her tiny home she searched for a trunk and found that she didn’t own one. Quickly she made a list of things she’d need for her year at Hogwarts and at the top of her list were robes and quills.
“You know what this means Duchess, a trip to Diagon Alley” She grinned and the bird screeched and flew off, probably to get away from her.
Grace stared at the Hogwarts Express; she never thought she’d see the train again. With a smile she boarded the train and looked for a compartment to sit in. around her students and parents hugged and kissed each other good bye. She recalled the days that her father would see her off to Hogwarts.
“This is for you dad” She said to herself, this money would help her find the cure for lycanthropy and they’d have the chance to live a real life free of shame and prejudices.
“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” Grace heard a small voice and looked towards the door of the cabin. “No, help yourself” she told the young girl. She had bright almost white hair and a pixie face. The girl smiled kindly at Grace and lowered strange pink glasses onto her face and opened a magazine. Bubbling with excitement Grace turned her attention back out the window. Soon the train was underway and Grace sat back making herself comfortable.
“Are you a new professor?” asked the student and the question bought a smile to her face. With a shrug she answered the question. “You could say that, I’m a student teacher” Grace explained.
The young girl grinned at her “That’s exciting, for what class?” she asked interestedly and Grace told her that she’d be hopefully filling in as the new defense against the dark arts professor in the future.
“I’m sure you’ll make an excellent...