Who are we...?

Stella grew up as a rich mans daughter, not even realizing that life was too easy to be true. But eventually she sees that, and when she does, she meets her twin sister Ivy she didn´t even know she had, on her elleventh birthday. Ivy tells Stella that she is a witch, and Stella without any doubt, exepts the fact. Stella invites Ivy to come and live with her, and together they find an old map of the house and find a library that once belonged to e great wizard... But Stella cant go to Hogwarts, because her parents will think she is crazy.., But luckily headmistress Mcgonagall is there to help... Together they find a solution, and Stella and Ivy start a new chapter of their lives in a book they didn´t even know existed....

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1. A birthday you forgot...

 

Harold Danefield woke up a beautiful Saturday morning, in his giant mansion, having a feeling that it was a very special day. The sun shone lazily down on him as he stretched, and looked out of his full size window. His wife Veronica was already sitting out on the pearly white terras, drinking her morning tea and reading the paper. Their daughter Stella, was nowhere in sight, and Harold had a strong suspicion that she was out in town selling cookies again. "Scouts..." he muttered. He then opened the door and breathed in the fresh air that lightly blew in his handlebar mustache. "Morning dear" Veronica said, not even looking up from her paper. "Morning..." He answered sitting down beside her in one of the chairs by the pool. "Do you know where Stella is?" Harold asked her as a waiter came to take his order. "Well she´s still sleeping of course!" Veronica said looking up from her paper. She looked at him sharply. "You haven't forgotten that it´s her birthday, have you?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow. Harold sat bolt upright. "N...no of course not dear... How could I...?" He stammered, and went a little red. He crumpled a little under his wife's piercing stare. "Well I just hope you got her a present." Veronica said sniffly. "I´ll wake her in a minute so you better hurry..." Veronica said looking down in her paper again. Harold looked around hastily and saw the waiter beside him. "Get me the emergency gift package please..." He whispered out of the corner of his mouth. The waiter nodded and was off. "Bloody lucky you have one of those..." Veronica snorted.


An hour later they were all sitting around a huge dining table in the Danefield´s breakfast nook, while Stella slowly unrapped her dad´s gift. "You can use this again you know..." She said, slowly taking off the tape to not rip the paper. "There we go!" She said happily as she neatly folded the rapping paper and gave it to her father. Then she stood left with a Tiffany blue box with velour on the outside. Her eyes got bigger and bigger as she opened the final gift. Inside the box lay a silvery necklace engraved with precious gems, diamonds and ruby´s, and at the necklace´s end, hung a little silver conch shell, also engraved with gems, diamonds and ruby´s. Stella was breathless. "It´s beautiful..." She finally whispered, still flabbergasted and breathless. Even more breathless was her mom as she carefully eyed the precious necklace. If Harold had more of these emergency jewels, she would like her birthday forgotten! Stella picked up the necklace and placed it around her neck. "I love it daddy.... Thanks!" She said joyfully as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Yes well, it cost a lot, so take good care of it for me, will you?" He leaned back in his chair. "Is it really 11 years already?" He asked and laughed. "Yes really..." She answered and smiled. "Time sure flies by..." Veronica said with tears in her eyes. "Oh don't cry mom... This is a happy occation! We should celebrate!" Stella said as she went over and hugged her, also with tears in her eyes. She could never stop herself. "And thanks for the books by the way... They look super interesting! Shakespeare..." She ended and looked mystically out of the window. "I´ll start reading right away!" She said, coming back to reality. "Yes why don´t you do that!" Harold said, and smiled down at his daughter. She started walking towards the door but stopped halfway when her mom called her over. "Just so we´re clear..." She said seriously and Stella dreaded what might follow. "You don't get the whole day off... Your tutor is coming at seven to give you your evening flute and calligraphy lessons..." Then she smiled. "You look tense... Maybe it´s too much..." Her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh no that's OK mom..." Stella replied quickly. She hadn't been caught. "I think I'll go to my room now and read... But I´ll be down at five to eat!" She said and smiled brightly at her mom. "OK dear." Veronica laughed. Stella hurried upstairs where her scout uniform hung loosely on her chair. She went over to the bookshelf by the wall and searched for the book she was trying to find. It was laying silently on the floor, and she put it back where it belonged. There was a small "click" and the bookshelf now stood completely straight against the wall. "That... Was close..." She muttered to herself as she put away the Shakespeare books on another shelf. Then she took a look at her watch and found that there was time enough. "Time for another cookie run..." She said to herself as she put on her uniform and pulled the book that had fallen down. There was a small creaking noise and the shelf moved aside, revealing a small stairway leading down in neat spirals. She went to the side of the wall, grabbed a new flashlight and swung the shelf back to it´s place until she heard a small "click". She walked down the so known stairs but while she walked, an unsettling feeling crept in on her. But she had done this so many times before, and there were more cookies to sell. But she couldn't deny the guilt building up in her stomach. Don't chicken out now, she thought as she came to a wooden door leading out to the rose garden. She quickly opened it and stuck her head out to check if there was anyone. Clear as always. She ran as fast as she could along the brick wall, the entire fort of a house she lived in, was made of. She looked at her watch to check the time, and sped up when she saw that she only had ten minutes. Ten minutes to run twenty blocks...

 

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