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Awwhs. He feels kind of lost at Hogwarts.
But that's okay. And ravvies are good looking too so maybe that's why he's there if he doesn't feel smart
Lovely chapter, Lawrawr!
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Maybe it is, eh?
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I love your fics
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Chapter Four
‘Sorry, I wasn’t listening.’
Summer 2077
I went to Diagon Alley yesterday and I decided that I wanted to go again today and because Dad’s on holiday from work he said he’d take me. He said that he wasn’t happy because he wasn’t here when we found out all about Hogwarts and magic and that he wanted to see a little bit of the magical world before he goes back away next week. He’s going away for two years which is longer than he’s ever been away before which is kind of scary and I think that I’m going to miss him lots.
We were about to leave when mum looked at the calendar and sighed, and then said, “Hang on a second, Darwin.” I looked at my dad as we walked back into the kitchen, and watched him speak to her for a bit in a hushed kind of voice. It was a bit more than a second, but I didn’t mind because a few seconds didn’t really matter and I was being polite.
“We can’t go to Diagon Alley today. Sorry, Darwin,” my dad said, and I turned back to him from looking out of the window and wondering when they were going to finish whispering.
“Wh-why not?” I was upset, because I wanted to show my dad all of the cool magic stuff, and I needed to buy a new scarf.
“We- you’ve got a doctors’ appointment,” my mum said, and she went back to finishing putting the clean dishes away. I didn’t know why I had a doctors’ appointment, and I was quite annoyed that it meant missing out on going to Diagon Alley with my dad, and I didn’t like the doctor because they asked all funny questions and looked at me weird when I was sick.
I still don’t really like the doctors. I don’t mind the Healer at school though.
“Why do I need to see the doctor?”
“They just want… I mean, we want them to do a few tests. Nothing major.”
“I don’t like tests.” I still don’t; they make my brain go all funny and I can’t concentrate properly or spell right or anything. (But don’t worry, because I’ve got a special quill that checks my spelling for me now.)
“I know you don’t, Dar, and that’s part of the reason we’re going, okay Buddy?” I nodded up at my dad, and then my mum finished putting all of the clean dishes away and put her coat on and then we went and got in the car.
“Can we go to Diagon Alley afterwards?” I had to ask; I thought it might make the doctors more – what’s the word? – bearable.
*
“Darwin Riley.”
When the doctor called my name, a lot of people looked up at me from the old magazines that they had in the waiting room like I was weird. Which I’m not, so I think it must’ve been my name, which is, and that’s why I don’t like it. The doctors’ office smelt really weird and clean, and not like the nice hospital in Hogwarts, and I wrinkled my nose a bit as we walked through, but then my Mum glared at me because it was rude and I stopped. When we went into the office, the doctor (who I’d never seen before) pointed to a chair and told me to sit down and I did and Mum and Dad sat either side of me.
“What we have here are some test results…” The doctor began to speak, and I was thinking about the tests I’d had to do before and how weird and hard and pointless they’d been, and then the waiting around I’d had to do afterwards. I brought my Transfiguration homework but Mum stopped me from doing it because she said that it made people look at us funny. I thought they already were looking at us funny and who cares if they were looking at me because I had a quill but I was quite glad because it’s really hard and I couldn’t concentrate anyway.
My mum nudged me at some point and I think I blushed because my cheeks went all warm because she was glaring at me. Again. "Sorry, I wasn't listening Mr Doctor Sir," I had to say. And I was sorry, because Mum glaring at me meant that I'd been rude, and I didn't want to be rude. Not to anyone, and not to an important Doctor that was going to tell me what was wrong and why my Dad had brought me here instead of taking me to Diagon Alley.
According to him, I have acute ADHD and minor Dyslexia. I don’t know what ‘acute’ or ‘minor’ means, but ADHD is Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder which Mum and Dad say ‘explains a lot’. The doctor said that he’d give me a… a prescription for medicine to help me concentrate and be calmer and stuff. Dyslexia’s different – it’s a learning disability, which I guess explains why I find reading and writing and maths and some other stuff harder than other people like Brooke. It’s not so bad… It makes me feel less stupid than I did before, because now I have an explanation.
On the way home, mum picked up my… prescription, which is tablets that I have to take twice a day. I don’t like the idea of taking them but Mum said they’ll help me, which I guess is a good thing.
I didn’t get to take Dad to Diagon Alley today, but he said we can go tomorrow. I might ask Brooke to come to, but for now I’m going to help Oskar with his video project now.