Monday, January 16, 2006

Chapter 6: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus


A/N: This all belongs to Miss Rowling herself, she's created it, and owns it. I am just adding my two cents to her story. Also I know, I know, I know. This is a very, very short chapter but I need it for the next one, but the next one is very long so you'll just have to hang on until next week. Thanks

Chapter 6:Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus

It had been a long day for Joy, she had just gotten back from a tedious day at court and now just wanted to have a nice dinner with Emma and go to bed early. She walked into the kitchen to get dinner started for her and Emma, when she saw a large bird standing in the kitchen window frame. That’s not just a bird that’s an owl, what’s an owl doing at our window? And what’s that in its beak, it looks like a letter.

The owl gave a soft hoot as it dropped the envelope on the counter, spread its wings and flew back out the window, leaving a completely bewildered Joy reaching for the envelope tentatively.

She first noticed that it was addressed to Emma, more specifically Emmaline Massey of Number Eight Broom Hall Lane, Upper Left Bedroom. Well that’s oddly specific she thought to herself as the she broke the wax seal which had a very odd looking coat of arms on it with the inscription Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. She unfolded the letter and began to read:

Dear Miss Massey,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await you owl by no later than July 31.

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Joy stared at the letter with complete incredulity. What is this? This HAS got to be a joke! There aren’t such things as witchcraft. And I’ve never heard of this school before… hold on, I have heard this name before! Wait... Harry said that’s where he goes to school! Maybe he’s pulling a prank on us, but why? It doesn’t seem like something he’d do. Oh well, I won’t tell Emmaline until I talk to Harry about this. It doesn’t make any sense.

Re-reading the letter over and over again Joy went about preparing dinner for Emma, before she came back from her playdate.