A Magical Year (Magical trilogy book #2)

*Complete* 1976 ... Last year, Alex and Kyle visited Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with their school. They're best friends, and more like a brother and sister. Hogwarts was not the kind of school they expected to ever visit, since it taught REAL magic. And they never expected to meet such people there, people who they'd love.
Because of this love, Alex got the ability to make some simple spells; a talent that it so rare that it's nearly impossible. Now what'll happen when Alex turns from a muggle to a part-witch? And what will the Ministry of Magic decide to do about her?


32. Apparition




"Max!" I yelled. "Wake up, now won't you?!" I was as changing while waking her up, as usual. This way I can save some time, and not waste my time by just trying to wake her up. 

"Why are you waking me now? It's not like I have a class now. My classes start at third period." 

"I know that, but we've got some apparition classes to get. Don't you want to learn Apparition?" I've learned that Apparition is the magical way of transporting by disappearing from a place, and appearing in another. I may not be able to do it, since it's not really that easy and I'm only half a witch, but I'll just give it a try today, and we'll see how things turn out. 

"Ugh, alright. I'm already awake, anyway." Max said. I raised her an eyebrow. She hopped from her bed and started getting dressed. Max's hair doesn't really need combing, so I wonder if she always combs it. It's too short to be combed. "I'm ready." She said after a while. And so we walked together to the Great Hall, since that was were the Apparition classes were going to be held. It feels like it's been a while since we last shared a class, Max and I. 

As we entered the Great Hall, I discovered that I was not only sharing this class with Max, but with probably half the number of the Sixth year's students. The hall was emptied of tables, only the professors' table was there. 

"You can only Apparate when you're seventeen, according to the Ministry of Magic." 

It took the hall a while to get silenced. Once it did, a man in front of the professors' table and started talking to us. 

"Hello. My name is Wilkie Twycross, from the Ministry of Magic. I will be teaching you how to Apparate. Now of course you know that you must be at least seventeen to be allowed to Apparate, so I'm asking whoever's under seventeen to leave the hall at once, thank you very much." Everyone started looking around, trying to find out if someone was under seventeen here. Well, apparently no one was. "No one's under sixteen? Alright. Good, that's good." He said and continued clapping his hands. "Now. Firstly, you should all know the three D's that can help you with the Apparition.  Destination, Determination and Deliberation. You must be completely determined to reach your destination, and move without haste, but with deliberation. Three steps. Step One: Fix your mind firmly upon the desired destination. Step Two: Focus your determination to occupy the visualized space. Let your yearning to enter it flood from your mind to every particle of your body. Step Three: Turn on the spot, feeling your way into nothingness, moving with deliberation. Usually, you can't Apparate at Hogwarts, but you will be able to, as long as you're Apparating to another spot in this very hall."





"It's okay Max, I'll have to accept it, I didn't really have my spirits high for it."  I've been trying really hard for such a long time, and I can not Apparate apparently. I just can't. Many people's managed to do it, but I just can't!  The class was over and Max and I were walking back to our common room.

"Look, I'm a witch and look what I've managed to do! I only moved a couple of inches." 

"At least you did move." I whisper to myself so she can't hear me. "I can't even drive a muggle's car!" 

"The first class's always the hardest, just try again next time and maybe you'll manage to do it." 

"And what makes you so sure?" I asked. Max stopped walking and grabbed my hand to stop me as well. 

"Because - you didn't see the way you could fly that time, and it's obvious that you have some strange magic abilities." 

That's what's good about being with Max, or Sirius, or Kyle or Clara. They make me believe in myself, and that I have some strange abilities. I smiled. 








I was getting the home's groceries, as I usually do with my daughter Alex. But since Alex was now at Hogwrats, the magical school, I was shopping alone. Which was not fun. Ally always makes me laugh and gives me the ability to stay young. Her youth and her -sometimes- childish behaviors make me feel young again. I love her. And she's my daughter after all. I didn't need to get lots of stuff, but I got the trolley anyway, I guess just because it's a habit. I was trying to get a can that was far from me to reach. Shit, I really hate being short. Alex's almost as tall I am, and it sometimes sucks, like now when I'm trying to get something that's really high for me. She would've reached it if she was here, I really miss her so much. I stood on my tiptoes and started trying to reach it again. The hem of my shirt rolled up, showing a bit of my stomach. I instantly blushed and pulled it down. I stared at the cans and felt like they were staring back at me; mocking me for my height and laughing at my failing trials. "You'll never get us." I imagined them saying. That's another thing about me, my imagination can get so good sometimes.

It's definitely helped me a lot with the days Alex asked me to tell her a story before she went to bed, when she was young. And when I had to tell her a story to take her mind off of the things that she heard from her father. His shouts, and his hitting. I frowned at the thought of the dark past. It's all over now. I exhaled and put my hands on the trolley, deciding to finally give up, I didn't want that can anymore. 

"So you're just going to give up?" Someone asked. I was so surprised that I actually jumped and slapped my mouth with my hand, stopping myself from screaming. My face felt hot.  

"Excuse me? Have you been watching me?" I asked. 

"Well, yeah I thought you'd get it eventually, but you just decided to give up and not take it just because your shirt went up when you were really close to it? Never give up, whether it's a can we're talking about, or whether it's something more important." It was a man. A tall, handsome man, with brown hair and brown eyes. He got closer, picked the can - and put it in his trolley. 

"I'm sorry, but who're you?"

"Ben. Ben Roger." 


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