She was reading her letter again, as she was following her mom through Diagon Alley up to Gringotts, the wizard bank. The first few times, she would always find new details to memorize as she came here - there was always so many shops, so many wizards! The diversity but also how it was the one place where they all went along with each other was always something that she was pleased to see - but this time, she was way too excited to pay attention to her surroundings. Plus, she still could not believe that she had been accepted.
ILVERMORNY SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Dear Miss Lovegood,
It is our deepest pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Forwarded to this letter, you should find a list with your requirements for your attending to our school.
Term will start on the 1st of September and we will be waiting for your owl by the 31st of July sharp. School will be opened starting August 15th for the interested.
Adjoint Headmistress of Ilvermorny
She had read everything about the school she was supposed to attend. Well, except for the history… She had forgotten that book in her old room and didn’t dare to ask for it. Anyways, those were clearly the kind of things she would learn in her history classes. But when she arrived to Gringotts, she put her letter away; she probably knew it by heart at this point anyway.
Gringotts was a snowy-white building that towered over all the other little shops. Standing besides its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold was a goblin. It didn’t take its eyes off them all the time until they were inside. The goblin was about a head shorter than her. He had a swarthy,clever face,a pointed beard and very long fingers and feet. She bowed as she entered, like her mom, and they did that every single time they came to the bank. Now they were facing a second pair of doors,silver this time,with the words engraved upon them: Enter, stranger, but take heedOf what awaits the sin of greed,For those who take, but do not earn,Must pay most dearly in their turn,So if you seek beneath our floorsA treasure that was never yours,Thief, you have been warned, bewareOf finding more than treasure there.She could see her mom smile as she whispered the words; there was a time they came so often that she knew them by heart. A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver door - and once again they bowed to them as well - and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Kayla made it to the counter with her mom.Good morning, said her mom to a free goblin. We’ve come to take some money out from the Lovegood safe please.You have the key? asked the goblin.Oh! Yes, right. My bad, said Kayla’s mother as she started looking in her purse for the said key. If you’ll just… give me an instant… Dad gave it back to me just this morning….The goblin wrinkled his nose. Kayla watched a goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.Ah! There it is, Kayla’s mom finally said as she pulled out the key and gave it to him.The goblin looked at it closely.That seems in order. I will have someone take you to your vault. Griphook! he then called.Griphook was another goblin. Kayla’s mother took back her key as they followed Griphook towards one of the doors leading off the hall.Excuse me, sir, Kayla’s mom then said to the goblin, you wouldn’t happen to have any news from Harry, I imagine? It’s been a while since I haven’t gotten some news...To which he answered: Well, yes, yes, indeed. He said he was well. Saying such, may I inform you that I’ve seen him just about half an hour ago no more?
Her mom just kept talking to the goblin rather enthusiastically. Griphook held the door for them. They were now in a narrow passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downwards and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks. They climbed in and were off.
At first, they just hurtled through a maze of twisted passages. Kayla could remember clearly her first times in those rails, trying to remember the way in. But there was no way. Kayla’s best theory about the rattling carts was they they were enchanted to know their own way, as she had never seen a goblin steer. Kayla ended closing her eyes, because they stung as the cold air past them. She had started doing that a few visits ago; it also permitted her to relax a bit and think. Then, at some point, the cart finally stopped. They all got out, Kayla and her mom at first, then Go, that had been sitting in front of Kayla, next to the girl’s mother. There it was, the famous Lovegood safe. The one her mom had been raised with. Finally, perhaps she’d get a piece more of history.
Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came out, and as it cleared, Kayla gasped. This vault was at least ten times fuller of content then her own parents. That was a lot of riches in one place.
The goblin - Griphook - had told them the famous Harry Potter and his kid were heading to Ollivanders when they left and that we maybe had a chance to cross their paths in that direction. As such, even if it was useless for them to head to the wands’ store, as Kayla would have her choosing of the wand at her school, they were still going over there as Kayla’s mother was apparently very eager in seeing him again. And Kayla considered herself lucky they did not have to walk all the way up to that very shop - it was at the other end of where the shops for her school things were, and she didn’t feel like walking on the slightly uneven ground.
This time, Kayla was reading her list of materials as she walked. But this time, she was even less concentrated than earlier, too excited to finally get her school stuff. Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - her inattention paid her well: she ended up stumbling in an over excited boy that was looking where he was going. About her age, the read headed boy with deep green eyes that bumped into her seemed as surprised as she was.
Uh, I guess I’m sorry I wasn’t paying more attention, she ended up staying after a weird silence. Probably could have dodged you if I had.
He nodded, as if she truly were the only one to blame. But if she had to pick up each time she was annoyed, she would have already killed her twin brother a thousand times at least. She only pinched her lips and took a deep breathe.
Well, I guess I should -
James! a voice in the crowd called out, catching the boy’s attention.
Soon, an adult arrived. He had dark brown messy hair, but the boy’s eyes. The very exact same - he probably was his father.
James! There you are! he then stopped and considered Kayla. Hello, who are you?
Kayla, sir, she said, bowing a bit to show him respect. Kayla Lovegood.
Lovegood, is it? It’s been awhile since I haven’t heard that name…
Suddenly, he seemed thoughtful. Kayla would have loved to ask him what he meant by that, but if she waited any longer, she would probably lose her mother in the crowd.
I love to stay and talk, but if I stay any longer, I fear I might -
Kayla! She had never been so glad to hear her mother’s voice. She would be able to sort all this out and make sense out of it, no matter how funny it would end up. Oh, Kayla there you are! she added, once she laid eyes on her.
She probably would have taken her in her arms and held her tight if she hadn’t noticed the man and the boy with her little girl. But her reaction was rather unexpected.
Harry? Is that you?
The boy frowned, but seemed to regain his senses immediately.
The both seemed glad to reunite after so many years apart. While they caught up on old times, walking towards Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions.
I guess, hum, I should apologize too, said the boy, taking Kayla’s pace. I should have been more careful. I’m sorry.
She had a new look upon the boy. Perhaps, he wouldn’t be so… after all. Perhaps, just maybe, there was something more to him.
Well, I’m still alive, and well, so I guess it’s all fine. You’re going to Hogwarts, I imagine?
Of course! said the boy, suddenly over excited, his eyes shining. Where else? he then asked as a joke.
I’m going to Ilvermorny.
To what? repeated the boy with now wild eyes.
Ilvermorny, Kayla repeated. School of North America - I’m not surprised you never heard of it, thought. Europeans tend to be… very, hum, turned over to themselves? She nodded as if there was something wrong. Let’s say, they tend to forget that magic is our far off continent as well. She raised her shoulders as if she didn’t mind more than that about the matter. Anyways, she said, nodding her wild thoughts away, do you have an idea where you might be sorted?
Once again, the boy seemed to illuminate. Was it because he was excited, love the subject or was self-centred? Kayla would probably never know.
I say I’m going to Gryffindor! Just like Mom and Dad.
Kayla had a small smile.
Ah, yes, Gryffindor. The brave, is it?
And they talked like that for all the rest of the evening. They compared their schools and talked of a lot more as well. For example, James had a snarky remark for the blue and cranberry uniform she was imposed, with the Gordian Knot “over the heart”. She pointed out he was looking like he was going to a funeral. And while James was happy of having only a small pile of books, Kayla was very proud and satisfied by her books, which included:
Chadwick’s Charms (Vol I) by Chadwick Boot, that was bigger than his charms book;
Learning Magic Without a Wand by Eleonore Green, a huge book he didn’t have;
Our Magical History by Edwin Carps, a history book much wider than James’;
A Beginner’s Guide To Transfiguration by Emerick Switch, book they had in common;
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore, another book they had in common;
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger, again a book they had in common;
The Fault In Our Stars by Jemma Jentkins, a book for Astronomy James didn’t require;
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble, the last book they had in common
And finally Dark Arts Through The Years by Johanna Litmans, another quite wide book he didn’t have.
He had only one book she didn’t have an equivalence for: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander. Kayla explained to him she wouldn’t have such classes until fourth year.
At the end of the day, Kayla had also met James’ mother, Ginny, and his two younger siblings, Albus and Lily. All the family was invited to come and have supper to her grandfather’s place where they were staying for a while until school begun, had decided Luna, has they wanted to catch up on time, and the idea was generally accepted.
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