"I TOLD YOU THERE WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL ABOUT ME! I laughed an my grandmothers shocked expression, as she digested the fact that I Eve O'Leary am witch.

"No she won't be going. I am her guardian she will not be going to that  school!" She said sharply, I sucked in a breathe as I anticipated the professors response.

"Even if you are her guardian, it is ultimately Eve's choice if she is to go or not." Professor Dumbledore smiled to himself as he siped his tea.

I taped my fingers along the table-top like a pianist playing on opening night in anticipation f my grandmothers response.    

"Fine. She can go." She grumbled and took a gulp of tea, a hint of sadness for present in her blue eyes.

"Oh really! This is fantastic! I can't wait!" I began to ramble out of excitement.

"In one condition."

In those three words my heart began pounding fast in my chest. My stomach was in my throat, and tapped my fingers faster on the table.  

"If you are to be sent home, for any reason other than a holiday. I will snap your 'wand' and you will work for my brother in America." With that she got up and waltzed away, leaving me and the professor alone. 

"I expect to see you September 1st miss O'Leary, and don't worry about your grandmother she will come around eventually." Professor Dumbledore, rose from the table and left with a loud pop.

                                                            .....

"Term starts tomorrow, and I still haven't gotten my materials!" 

Paint splattered my arms as I painted on the bare wall of my room.

"And whose fault is that? This is the first time I've seen you in weeks Eve!" My grandmother leaned on my door frame with her delicate arms crossed.

"I'm sorry I've been trying to brighten up the place! I swear you bought the ugliest house in England!" I fall back onto my bland bed, admiring the incomplete mural behind my bed.

"You know why we left Eve." She sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Of course I know. It's just that I miss home." I lamented.

"We don't have a home anymore Eve. War is a terrible thing." She shuffled over dodging cans of paint, and smoothed my hair.

"Ya it is." I sighed, and got up off of my bed.

"So are you ready to go?" She said whilst straightening her cloths.

"Where?"

"Sheesh, your such a dumb lass. Diagon Ally of course, that is what the professor told us while he was here!" She flicked my forehead and sashayed out of my muddled room.