Clarke Griffin lives an ordinary life, with ordinary parents. She never questions her parents, and she's always hopefully optimistic. She's never afraid to get messy and take risks, but there never really is any risk. Nothing out of the ordinary has...
Author's Note: I don't have much to talk about, so let's just dive right in. It starts back where we left off.
Clarke climbed up the stairs to her room carefully, so not to crinkle or bend the letter. She had two days to send some sort of response that she would be attending, and she wanted to start writing right away. She hoped that she could find some way to get it back to the school, and she didn't even know where the school was to begin with. She thought that maybe someone else would know. Clarke looked back in the letter for any information on where to go and how to get there, but she found nothing. Clarke decided it was best not to wait for something to happen, so she began to write a letter to confirm that she would be attending at Hogwarts.
She wrote a simple 'I, Clarke Elizabeth Griffin, will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the 1st of September', and was satisfied with what she wrote. She put the parchment into the letter, and looked at the letter that was sent to her for a return address, but there was none. How, Clarke thought, am I supposed to send a letter with nowhere to send it to? Clarke decided to leave it on her desk along with her other assortment of things, and she tried to sort out all the questions she wanted answered in her head. Who, though, would answer these questions? She sat down at her desk, stumped. She heard footsteps of someone walking up the stairs so she quickly stuffed away the letter in a small drawer in her desk. Someone knocked softly on the door, and hesitantly opened it.
"Princess? Hey, it's me. I want to talk to you about something," she heard her father say, and she walked to the door to see him. "Clarke, I know that you want to go to Hogwarts," Clarke stopped dead in her tracks, as look of panic crossed her face. She looked up at her father, her eyes wide. "I think you should go. Your mother's the one who doesn't want you to go, you know how protective she is of you. I can try to answer any questions you have, if you'll let me. I know your angry that we didn't tell you, Clarke," Jake said, walking into the room and taking a seat at her desk.
"It's okay dad I forgive you. I understand. But I do have some questions," she said, walking over to her bed to take a seat. Jake turned to face her with a relieved smile.
"Ask away," he says, ruffling his daughter's hair.
"Well, first, where is the school and how am I supposed to get to it?" she asks, waiting patiently for an answer.
"The school is in a place where muggles can't see it, and you take a train. Actually," he pauses to dig in his pockets, "I have your ticket right here. Your mother didn't want you to have it, but I think you deserve to go." Clarke looked at the ticket in her hands, its edges bent and worn.
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"It's in London? Must be King's Cross Station, then. Are we going to take the train to get to London?And what's a muggle?" Clarke asks, knowing London is about three or four hours away and her mom would notice if the car was missing.
"Yes, we're not to far away from the nearest train station so we can just ride our bikes there, and a muggle is another word for someone who can't perform magic, and cannot see any of the extraordinary things that witches and wizards can," her father replied, handing her another ticket. It was for Paddington Station. Clarke carefully examined the ticket, and furrowed her brow when she looked at the date on it.
