Lydia Brooke: Year One

Lydia Brooke, an eleven year old receives her Hogwarts letter. She lives alone with her father who remains oblivious to the fact that she is extraordinary. Unsure of whether or not to even share the knowledge of witches and wizards with her father Lydia begins to consider not even going.
Or never coming back.


9. Letters

September went by quickly. Now it is October and is starting to get colder out. I have adapted to Hogwarts fairly easily and I sort of find that surprising. It is great here! All of teachers love me, except for maybe Snape, and I am the top in all of my classes.

And yet I feel sad. I eat with Jared Wolfe most of the time and we walk back to our dormitories and classes together. But, I still feel lonely. It must be my dad that I'm missing. I realise that he probably thinks I'm dead or kidnapped. It's been a month and I haven't even tried to contact him. Maybe I should today, but I'm not sure how to use the whole owl system.

"Are you feeling alright? Lydia?" Jared shakes me back to the Great Hall where we are eating breakfast. His eyebrows are knitted together with concern.

I reassure him with a smile. "Yeah, I was just thinking. Would you happen to... I mean could you help me with- err... never mind."

"What? Tell me!" Jared insistently pokes my shoulder until I look at him.

"I need to send a letter- but I don't exactly know how to." I mumble the last three words but he heard me and started to laugh. "This is why I didn't want to ask you! I knew you'd laugh, just forget it." I stand up and hurry to the stairs. Jared grabs my arm when he catches up to stop me.

"Calm down, I didn't mean to upset you. It's just nice that the smartest girl in school asked for my help." I smile and roll my eyes.

"First of all," he begins, "have you got your own owl. Okay then, all you need to do is write your letter, give it to the bird, tell them who it is for and they do all the work. Simple."

"How can I receive letters then?" He replies that they would just send their own owl. "No, what if a muggle tried to contact someone here? How would they do it?"

He stands there thoughtful for a minute. "I suppose you could just tell your owl to stay until it has something to bring back." I nod and we head back to our tower. "Have you never sent an owl before?"

"Once. Just after I got my letter. It didn't seem so simple then."

He smiles when we arrive at the door. "Did you know that Quidditch tryouts are this week?"

Our door knocker interrupts me. "What occurs once in a minute, twice in in a moment, and never in a thousand years?"

I quickly figure this one out but let Jared answer. He often leaves the common room just so he can answer a riddle.

"The answer is the letter M," he states proudly. "Have you considered trying out?"

We enter the tower and sit at a table in the Loft. "For Quidditch? Have you ever seen me do anything physical before?"

He shakes his head but presses, "Not like it would be hard. You ride the broom and use your arms. That's it! You should try it."

Yeah right! Me and sports don't mix. Once in elementary school I tried to play football in the schoolyard. I didn't even know how to play and all of the boys laughed at me. "You try out if you like it so much. I don't even know how to play!"

Jared places a green book on the table in front of me. "Quidditch Through the Ages. Read it, it might help." He stands up and pushes his chair back in place. Before he leaves he adds, "I expect ttomorrow at seven in the stadium." I sigh but don't disagree. Couldn't hurt to show up.

Still in the Loft I pull out a piece of parchment paper and my quill. Pointing my wand at my inkwell I mutter the incantation to keep the ink neat. Then I write;

Dearest Father,

I hope this letter finds you safe and in good health. I wanted to let you know that I am safe and doing well. Also, I need to apologize for running away. I should've talked to you and explained. And I only took my money for my birthday and few after that... I will repay, promise. Don't worry about me I am in school just like you would prefer me to be. I'll explain everything later.

Love your little princess, Lydia

I hurry down to my dormitory and wake up my sleeping owl. "Roo, wake up," I coo softly. She opens one eye expectantly. I let her out of her cage and hand her a treat. Happily she nibbles it until only a few crumbs are left. Then I hand her my letter. "Take this to Father and bring me back a reply. Fly safely!" I add as she soars out the window and over the lake.

I climb into bed after putting away my other books and parchment. I kept out the book Jared gave me and begin to read. Tryouts are tomorrow and I know that Jared won't let me leave until I've tried. I seriously doubt that I could make the team in a thousand years but deep inside me it sounds like something I could enjoy. Flying class had taken place a few weeks ago and I learned quickly how to turn and accelerate easily. Maybe I could play Quidditch once I learn the rules.

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