At Last//Harry Potter [1]

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"Cassandra! Help!"

"No, I need my beauty sleep," she whined.

Autumn kept circling the cheap bed until she tripped, the little ones tackling her.

"Viva la Revolution!" Cayden screamed, loud enough for Cassandra to get out of bed.

Autumn laughed at Cayden's remark, then pushed herself off of the ground and onto her feet. "Time for breakfast."

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Autumn rinsed the last plate under the sink water and pressed the sponge against the plate. It wasn't long before she felt a pair of eyes watching her. She began to grow uneasy. She looked around the room, only seeing Catherine putting the dishes away. Autumn stared out the window when she saw a tabby cat, staring her down. She raised her eyebrows at this but kept staring.

The cat seemed to be. . . staring at her. It almost studied her, in a way.

"Earth to Autumn!" Catherine yelled.

"Sorry, must've dozed off again. My bad."

"We only have 30 minutes left until Madame Dreace walks around the building."

"Alright. You go tell make sure everyone is cleaning the floors, then come back here. I'll keep doing the dishes," Autumn said, being certain with herself that she could finish them in time.

Catherine gave a quick response before the ran up the steps.

Autumn looked at the pile of plates that she had yet to clean. She cleaned the cups already, leaving the plates as the last thing. Autumn found herself staring at the cat again, as if it had her in some sort of trance. Something about it was intriguing.

Autumn heard footsteps go down the set of stairs and she quickly went back to doing the dishes.

"They're ahead of schedule," Catherine told Autumn, who just nodded in response.

"Good."

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Catherine finished putting the dishes away, except for a tray with eggs, toast and tea on it. Autumn organised the tray, setting a small bouquet of flowers on it to make it more presentable.

She glanced back at the window, only to find that the cat was gone. Puzzled, she tilted her head and walked closer to the window, trying to get a better look. But, the cat was nowhere in sight. Autumn was shaken out of her thoughts with the mail slot clicked.

"Catherine?" Autumn asked, slowly walking towards the door.

"Yes, Autumn?"

"If we got mail, what would it be?"

Catherine paused. "We got the bills last week, so it can't be that. No one writes to any of us children, so it must be for Madame Dreace."

Autumn picked up the small letter, looking at the engraving on the wax. Then she flipped the letter over and saw the front.

Miss A. Grey
Third Bed from the End
53 Harold St.
London

"No, it's addressed to me." Autumn said.

Catherine almost dropped the vase that was holding the flowers. "Well go on, read it then!"

Autumn was about to open the letter when a loud voice could be heard thoughout the building.

"What are you doing? Going through my mail, are you?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Then what is happening here?" Madame Dreace snatched the letter from her hand.

"Actually Madame, the letter is addressed to me." Autumn said

"Oh, that's a bit strange," Madame Dreace said, shocked, "It's a shame you won't get to read it."

Catherine's eyes widened, pleading with Autumn to not talk again. But she did anyway. "Madame, I believe it was addressed to me. So doesn't it belong to me?"

"Actually, everything you own belongs to me, so doesn't it belong to me?" Madame Dreace mocked Autumn. "Actually," she dragged out, "maybe it's your dead parents." She tossed it behind her, towards Autumn. "Go ahead, humor yourself."

Autumn caught it, but at the price of a paper cut. Catherine walked up to her.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Read it!"

Autumn didn't think twice about opening it. Autumn quickly peeled the wax off of the envelope and took the letter out.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Grey,

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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Thoughts ran through Autumn's brain like never before. She had never applied to a school. And of witchcraft? Must be a joke.

"Well? What does it say?"

"It's just a joke," Autumn said, "A cruel joke."

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