Muggle-borns

[Steve <bboy_mn@yahoo.com>]

No: HPFGUIDX 49172

--- In HPforGrownups at yahoogroups.com, "Honoria Granger
<honoriagranger at y...>" <honoriagranger at y...> wrote:
> <<Honoria:" Given that as Jodel has pointed out, there is a huge
> <<security risk in the WW contacting Muggle parents of magical 
> <<children ...."
> 
> Jim Ferer:
> <"Did you see the post, dear?  Hermione's been accepted at a school 
> <for witchcraft!"
> <"Oh, jolly good, dear! Is she going to go live in a, what's the 
> <word, 'coven?' 
>  
> 
> Honoria again:
> 
> I *like* this idea. Frankly, I can't imagine how it could work out 
> otherwise... edited....


bboy_mn postulates & pontificate (New CD-Dictionary - really handy):

Hermione Granger lounges around the parlor with her parents one
evening watching the telly. Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
(Doorbells are too complicated for wizards) Hermione answers the door
and finds a wise and wizened old man dressed in very dignified 18th
century gentleman's clothes. He bows deeply.

"Good evening. Might you be Mis Hermione Granger?" The gentleman ask
as he doffs his top hat.

"I might. Who wants to know?" Hermione replied sardonically.

Handing Hermione a letter in a parchement envelope with her name
calligraphically written in bold emerald green ink, the gentleman
spoke in a gentle articulate manner. "Miss Granger, I am proud to
inform you that you have been accepted into the Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardy."

"Sorry, we gave at the office." Hermione responded, somewhat
irritated, as she closed the door in the man's face. Hermione shook
her head sadly. That was the third time tonight their telly watching
had been interupted by a solicitor. Hermione heaved a heavy sigh and
turned to go back to the parlor only to find the old gentleman
standing behind her. "Are you nuts!" Hermione bellowed. "You almost
gave me a heart attack."

"Never fear," replied the gentleman. "I'm also a trained mediwizard.
Now if you will just let me explain about our school. I'm sure you'll
see that we are offering you a wonderful opportunity."

"DAD!!!!" Hermione screamed. "Some nutter is in our house!"

Mr. Granger hurried into the hallway. "What is the meaning of this?
Get out our I'm calling the...." But he didn't get a chance to finish.

"My what a lovely and /IMPERIO/ house you have here." The gentleman
said as he waved a small stick through the air. "Now if you'll just
watch this video tape it will explain everything. Shall we retire to
the parlor?"

"Yes Master, you speak and we obey." Said Mr. Granger as he showed the
 gentleman into the living room. "(__insert name of Hermione's Mother
here__), this is our master; we must obey."

"(__insert anem of Hermione's Father here__) have you been into the
cooking sherry again? ...and who's the guy in the funny clothes?" Mrs.
Granger asked, giving her husband a very annoyed look.

"Good /IMPERIO/ evening to you madam." The gentleman said waving his
wooden stick as he bowing deeply. "Could you make us a spot of tea?
This video's an hour long. ...maybe some popcorn too."

"Yes Master," replied Mrs. Weasley in a soft droning voice. "Would you
like a spot of lemon with that?"

"Yes, that would be very nice." The gentleman said with a smile as he
put the tape into the VCR. 

Mrs. Granger returned with the tea and popcorn just as the advertising
and previews of coming attactions ended. 

When the credits finally rolled, the wizard turn to the family and
said, "Well, there you have it. /TERMINUS IMPERIO/ The finest school
of witchcraft and wizardry in all of Europe. What do you think?" The
gentleman smiled proudly.

"Dad," Hermione whined. "I want to go to that school. Look... all the
boys are cute. Let me go, or I'm going to eat sweets until my teeth
rot." Hermione gave her parenst a stubborn and determined look.

"Say buddy," Mr. Granger asked suspiciously. "How much does this
school cost?"

"That's the best part," The wizard replied. "Tuition is free. The
school is supported by an endowment from the founders. All you have to
pay for is books and supplies. Tuition, food, lodging, transportation
are all free. Is that a deal or what?" The wizard asked proudly.
"...and, don't forget Mrs. Granger, how wonderfully convinient it will
be to have a magic person around the house."

"Hot diggity; cheap school. Goodbye Oxford; hello Hogwarts. Where do
we sign?" said Mr. Granger leaping to his feet.

"Oh boy, cheap school," said Mrs. Granger gleefully.

"Oh boy, cute boys," said Hermione also gleefully.

"Here are your instruction," said the wizard with a smile as he put
his hat on and headed toward the door. "Read them carefully and owl me
if you have any questions."

With smiles and waves, they bid the kindly wizard a goodnight and a
safe journey.

And a good time was had by all. .....or not.

That's my story and I guess I'm stuck with it.

bboy_mn