Princess Charming
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,329
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Sara had spent most of the night tossing and turning. Her discomfort didn’t come for the mattress she slept, but merely from the idea of having to start over.
***
“Sara dear…I need to tell you something.”
“What is it mum?”
“Well dear…you may not like what I’m going to say. But honey…I’ve decided…I’ve decided that you should attend a school closer to home.”
“You what!”
“Now honey, listen to me…please…before you over react…you’ll be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It’s a good school honey…and…”
“But what about what I want? Did you think about that? Did you think about my friends? Beauxbatons is my second home mum! You can’t take me away from it. I won’t go! You can’t make me!”
“Well I can make you, and I will make you. You’ll be leaving in a few days, so you’ll need to pack. I’ve out your new robes on your bed along with some new books. I don’t want to hear anymore about it. It’s almost appalling how far away you want to be from me. At least now I know you’re in the same country.”
Sara cursed bitterly beneath her breath, as the memories washed over her like ice water.
She glanced at her alarm clock and swore again. It was 7:45, only a few more hours to go.
Sitting up, she kicked her legs, as if she were riding a bicycle, and pushed the covers to the foot of her bed; casting weary glances over the contents of her room.
Finally her gaze settled upon a large snowy owl, which was nipping violently at the iron bars of its cage.
“Stop that oleander…you’ll hurt yourself.” She whispered while sliding from her bed and coming to a kneeling position in front of the cage. The small door giving a little creak as she opened it, and held her arm out to the tempered bird, who gladly took the temporary perch.
She smiled faintly and began stoking its breast. It hooted softly, large eyes drifting slowly shut. When she was sure the bird was subdued, she gently settled it back down on its perch back in the cage, and closed the door.
She stood then, and caught site of her next task. The large red trunk that held both her school, and personal items, sat at the foot of her bed. She closed the distance in a few steps, coming to a kneeling position in front of it. She raised the lid slowly, so as not to make much noise. She had made a mental list of everything she needed, checking things off as she shuffled through the contents of the trunk. She occasionally added things she had forgotten, and sometimes took things out that she readidndidn’t need. When she was done with her packing, she closed the lid of her trunk with a satisfying thud, glancing anxiously at her clock again. It was 8:45 now. She paced from one side of her room to the other. Sleep wasn’t an option for her, for her stomach had tied itself in so many knots that she found it hard to even breathe without her body breaking into nervous convulsions. With another look at her clock, she decided that it was time to get ready.
Sara had spent most of the night tossing and turning. Her discomfort didn’t come for the mattress she slept, but merely from the idea of having to start over.
***
“Sara dear…I need to tell you something.”
“What is it mum?”
“Well dear…you may not like what I’m going to say. But honey…I’ve decided…I’ve decided that you should attend a school closer to home.”
“You what!”
“Now honey, listen to me…please…before you over react…you’ll be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It’s a good school honey…and…”
“But what about what I want? Did you think about that? Did you think about my friends? Beauxbatons is my second home mum! You can’t take me away from it. I won’t go! You can’t make me!”
“Well I can make you, and I will make you. You’ll be leaving in a few days, so you’ll need to pack. I’ve out your new robes on your bed along with some new books. I don’t want to hear anymore about it. It’s almost appalling how far away you want to be from me. At least now I know you’re in the same country.”
Sara cursed bitterly beneath her breath, as the memories washed over her like ice water.
She glanced at her alarm clock and swore again. It was 7:45, only a few more hours to go.
Sitting up, she kicked her legs, as if she were riding a bicycle, and pushed the covers to the foot of her bed; casting weary glances over the contents of her room.
Finally her gaze settled upon a large snowy owl, which was nipping violently at the iron bars of its cage.
“Stop that oleander…you’ll hurt yourself.” She whispered while sliding from her bed and coming to a kneeling position in front of the cage. The small door giving a little creak as she opened it, and held her arm out to the tempered bird, who gladly took the temporary perch.
She smiled faintly and began stoking its breast. It hooted softly, large eyes drifting slowly shut. When she was sure the bird was subdued, she gently settled it back down on its perch back in the cage, and closed the door.
She stood then, and caught site of her next task. The large red trunk that held both her school, and personal items, sat at the foot of her bed. She closed the distance in a few steps, coming to a kneeling position in front of it. She raised the lid slowly, so as not to make much noise. She had made a mental list of everything she needed, checking things off as she shuffled through the contents of the trunk. She occasionally added things she had forgotten, and sometimes took things out that she readidndidn’t need. When she was done with her packing, she closed the lid of her trunk with a satisfying thud, glancing anxiously at her clock again. It was 8:45 now. She paced from one side of her room to the other. Sleep wasn’t an option for her, for her stomach had tied itself in so many knots that she found it hard to even breathe without her body breaking into nervous convulsions. With another look at her clock, she decided that it was time to get ready.