 How did we do this thing... *dips into pensieve* ΒΌ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
So... this was the so called alley, wasn't it? Don't ask Michael how his family located it, because they were as Muggle as one could get, and even though Mikey had always been a little peculiar, so to speak, they'd come to accept him as he was, and hadn't questioned much. But, when the letter came, it all made sense, in a way. Like, the English family had known this for years, like they ... it wasn't a case of "Our kid is special!!", oh no, they were quite a humble family. It was more of a "If anyone in the world is to be a wizard, it's got to be Michael."
And so Michael English was, a wizard, and here to prove just how peculiar he was.
"Uuugh..." he muttered to his mum and big brother as he looked at the crowded street in front of him, and then forgot what he was about to say. He grinned. He could feel it already, all the jokes and jinxes and hexes and...
"Let's go to the bank first," his mum interjected in Gaelic as she pointed in that direction. She had been used to some magic through Michael, so she didn't linger on to watch people. They would do that later once they were done shopping. There were only 2 days until the Express, they lived far away to London, so they figured it was best to come late and stay at a hotel than to take the... cauldron... and a magic wand... back home. She didn't even want to imagine the chaos Michael would cause by waving it around and trying to use it on his siblings.
And so off they went to Gringotts, the three members of a Muggle family of 6, looking at everything curiously still.
Last edited by StarShine; 04-23-2020 at 06:12 PM.
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