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?


38. The Hope Orphanage





The trip in the bus wasn't that long, soon we parked and Mr brooks said, 

"We're in the Hope Orphanage now, I want to give you an advice or two; First, don't pity the kids in there, if you pity them, they'll feel bad instead of getting happy. You have to make them get happy, and befriends with them. We didn't tell you about this before so that you wouldn't bring anything from your homes. It would be good of you to give them a gift, but it would also be better if you gave them somethings that they may be missing so much, which are love, caring and friends. Now these kids may have this orphanage as their home, school and playing place, but they're also missing something important to them; which is their parents. I know that some of you are too, missing their parents, and that'd only get you closer to the kids' hearts, cause you understand what they feel. One last thing; don't do this just because of the test, do it to make these people happy, because they deserve it." 

"That's gonna be easy." Jasmine whispered.

Everyone started getting out of the bus in turn. That wasn't really easy for me. I couldn't really tell how exactly these kids were feeling and it maybe way easier for other people. Plus, I'm not so good with kids, Ally's though, even that she doesn't always believes it, I wish he was here.

One by one, we entered the orphanage. Soon everyone had a kid by their side. Some had more than one, I watched the others, terrified. It was a responsibility, for me. I had to make at least one of the kids happy. I looked at Jasmine and found her talking to two girls, and a boy! She was surrounded by them. It must be easy for her, kids get attracted to good looks, probably as much as grown-ups do. I searched the room and found a girl painting alone. I went to her. 

"Hey there." I started, not truly sure how to make a conversation with a probably seven-year-old girl. She didn't answer. "Umm, what a lovely painting! Did you draw it by yourself?" 

"Of course I drew it by myself, idiot, why would I be painting something that someone else drew for me?" Ouch, this girl had a hot temper. She had short, blonde hair and brown eyes. As she looked at me, I found the anger and sadness in her eyes. It reminded me of the days Alex used to come to my house because she couldn't stand the voice of her parents' shouts. She didn't do it too often, just to make sure she doesn't make anything worse, but I've always tried to be a good friend then, and that's exactly what I had to do now, with this girl. 

"Yeah, really. What a dumb question!" I admitted. The girl rose her eyebrows and looked at me surprised. It only took her two seconds to get back to her prideful mode, and she continued painting. "Why aren't you playing with the others?" As I looked at the drawing I found that it actually was very lovely to be drawn by a little kid. It was a mother swan, followed by its babies. 

"I don't like them that much. I like the paint brushes, crayons and pencils more." Her voice was so soft, and so girly. Maybe it was a good thing she was a girl, I'm not that good with boys. 

"Hmm, they can be more fun sometimes, I'll have to agree." She looked up at me once more. 

"You seem to agree a lot with me, boy." I couldn't help it but smile. The pride this girl had was incredible. Her eyebrows were upwards, nearly all the time she talked, so was her head. "maybe you're not like them, after all."

"Oh, not at all. I'm nothing like them. Can you draw me something so I can paint it? You seem to be so good at drawing." 



"No, you have to do it yourself. Otherwise, you'd miss all the fun. And besides, it won't truly be original of you. But here, you can have this paper and pencil, if you want to draw." She gave me a piece of paper and a black pencil from the drawer in front of her. "Don't draw anything ugly." 

I took the pencil and started drawing a girl. I had too many women in my life. My mother, sister, Alex, Clara, Jasmine. And yet this girl, this little girl, seemed to be one of the girls I'll never forget. I started drawing her. I wasn't bad at drawing, but, I've never called myself an artist. Still, I wanted this picture to look good. For her. 

"You know," She finally spoke. "I think I like you, just alittle bit." 

"Really?" I asked, carefully drawing her eyes. I didn't need to put so many details, I'll add them while coloring. Looking at her every once in a while, to make sure it looks like her. 

"Yes. Why did you join me anyway? There are plenty other kids there, why did you chose me? Was it because no one else chose you?" Ouch. It hurt because she was right. How could she be right even that she was too young. 

"I kinda liked you." I finished the painting and only needed to start coloring it now. I opened the drawer she showed me and took the colors from there. 

"Pencils look so much like wands, don't you think so." I looked at her, totally forgetting what a wand meant for muggles. I smiled, if only she knew. 

"Yeah. But wands are a bit longer, you know. Well, that's how I imagine them." 

"I don't imagine them, I dream of them." I crossed my eyebrows. "Can I tell you a secret that I've never told anyone before?" She lowered her voice. I stopped coloring at bent closer to her, nodding. "I can do strange stuff, that no one can. It's like - magic." I studied her. If I hadn't spent a month at Hogwarts last year, I'd say that what she was saying was normal for a kid like her. But spending a month at Hogwarts's got me to learn that before the age of eleven, witches and wizards do magic without controlling it. "Only when I'm very angry, or happy. But, if you told anyone, I'll do something bad for you." 

"I won't tell anyone not magical like you, but I may tell the wizards." I said. 


"I promise." I continued my painting, not allowing her to see it. When I finally finished my painting I said, "You haven't told me what's your name yet." 

"Charlotte, and yours is?" 

"Kyle. Beautiful name, Charlotte." I wrote her name on the painting. "Here, that's for you." 

"Wow! Is that me?!" For the first time today, I heard this tone that reminded me how young she was. 

"Mhmm." I nodded. 

"You're so good!" She said excitedly. "She looks just like me. Thank you." She hugged me. Her arms were too small, and I was taken by surprise. Amazing, kids are. When you get to know them, you discover how innocent they are. 

"Glad you liked it." I said smiling. 

"Kyle?" I heard Jasmine calling. She looked impressed. 

"Yeah?" She came towards me. 

"How could you do that?" She whispered so that only I could hear her. 

"I thought you were doing alright." 

"Yeah well I was, but then they got bored of me. Wait did you draw this?" 

"Yes! He's so good isn't he? And he only drew me, right Kyle." 

"Yeah. I've never drawn any other girl, but Charlotte's special." Charlotte looked as proud as ever. Jasmine just giggled and went back to the others. "Do you like her?"

"What? Jasmine? Umm, she's my friend." 

"But she's pretty. I think you like her." She continued in her proud tone.

I looked at Jasmine and thought of many things; the possibility that Charlotte was a witch, how beautiful kids are, how some words can change everything in a person, and if I really liked Jasmine. More than a friend.

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