Post by silvertabby on Dec 23, 2007 11:53:31 GMT -5
Mary's head fell on her opened books. She was so sad...so angry. She didn't even want it...and know, thanks for doing almost no studying, she was the best in school. This wasn't realy a bad thing its self...but now everyboddy hated her. At school too, her parents didn't like her anyway...so she was now alone...more alone than ever. People would call her sick...but she didn't care. A mother or grandmother's place was filled by Minerva McGonagall from the Harry Potter books. When she was afraid or sad...she would just start reading or paint her...or write fanfiction. And that's the exact reson why Mary was sleeping with her head against harry potter and the deathly holows, proped open at 'the saking of severus snape'. She hadn't been able to sleep for a week.
Mary did look astonisingly much lioke min erva mcgonagall, more than anybody else. Her long and thick hair was the exact shead of mcgonagall's in the movies andshe had realy thin lips, she sometimes pursed when angry.
But Mary was just a pathetic dreemer...no she was a great dreamer, and that made her pathetic. She was a writer, she was 13, and her black eyes made her look like a cross between a cat a daydreamer. Mary didn't know, but she was very special, she was very clever and more than beautifull..there was something about her that said so much...that scared the avrage person and made her life so dificult...so bloody difichlt.
Crack.
Mary's head jerked up. She turned around. She was looking at a woman. She seemed to be somewhere in the late seventys...or perhaps she was 80...Even wearing a strait black skirt reaching her ankles, and with a slit a little up her knee and a dark green blouse and a black coat, the woman couldn't be mistaken. Mary stared. No this wasn't possible, she was staring at prof. Minerva Mcgonagall-but she wasn't mad.
'Mary?' spoak prof. McGonagall.
The girl nodded.
The woman looked excited and joyfull, and suddenly loads younder
'Oh, my child, how i looked for you all those years! At last.'
The two were now hugging.
When they broak apart Mary could see tears in the older woman's eyes, suddenly she realized there were tears in her eyes too.
'You know i've been looking for you in the whole world since 1996...I am here to take you to hogwarts'
'I'm a witch?'
'What? Of course you are a witch, you silly girl. You are the grand daughter of the greatest wizard of all times, Albus Dumbledore.
Mary heard McGonagall's foice tremble a little as she prononced his name.
TBc. I am Mary. This is crazy I know.
Mary did look astonisingly much lioke min erva mcgonagall, more than anybody else. Her long and thick hair was the exact shead of mcgonagall's in the movies andshe had realy thin lips, she sometimes pursed when angry.
But Mary was just a pathetic dreemer...no she was a great dreamer, and that made her pathetic. She was a writer, she was 13, and her black eyes made her look like a cross between a cat a daydreamer. Mary didn't know, but she was very special, she was very clever and more than beautifull..there was something about her that said so much...that scared the avrage person and made her life so dificult...so bloody difichlt.
Crack.
Mary's head jerked up. She turned around. She was looking at a woman. She seemed to be somewhere in the late seventys...or perhaps she was 80...Even wearing a strait black skirt reaching her ankles, and with a slit a little up her knee and a dark green blouse and a black coat, the woman couldn't be mistaken. Mary stared. No this wasn't possible, she was staring at prof. Minerva Mcgonagall-but she wasn't mad.
'Mary?' spoak prof. McGonagall.
The girl nodded.
The woman looked excited and joyfull, and suddenly loads younder
'Oh, my child, how i looked for you all those years! At last.'
The two were now hugging.
When they broak apart Mary could see tears in the older woman's eyes, suddenly she realized there were tears in her eyes too.
'You know i've been looking for you in the whole world since 1996...I am here to take you to hogwarts'
'I'm a witch?'
'What? Of course you are a witch, you silly girl. You are the grand daughter of the greatest wizard of all times, Albus Dumbledore.
Mary heard McGonagall's foice tremble a little as she prononced his name.
TBc. I am Mary. This is crazy I know.
