|Justin Finch-Fletchley (finch_fletchley) wrote in strugglewithin,|
@ 2008-11-12 12:41:00
|Entry tags:||august 1997, justin finch-fletchley, megan jones|
Date: 12 August 1997
Characters: Megan Jones, Justin Finch-Fletchley
Location: Their homes, London.
Summary: Justin receives his letter from Hogwarts, gets paranoid, and decides to call Megan to see if she's heard the news.
Justin looked up from his History of Magic text when he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He wished he'd dropped the subject after his OWLs, but Mum wouldn't hear of it. 'History is important, Justin,' she had said. 'Those who don't learn history are doomed to repeat it,' she had reminded him. 'You'll look like a bleeding idiot if you can't discuss the subject, Justin,' she had warned. yeah, she made him keep up with his Muggle history studies during summer holidays too.
The source of the movement turned out to be an owl, who was now perched on the arm of the lawn chair he was currently sitting in, with it's leg stuck out and his letter from Hogwarts dangling from it. He dumped his history book in the grass - thankful Mum was distracted with gardening - and took the letter the owl offered. The envelope was thicker than usual, he noted.
The first two pages were expected; a reminder about school starting on September first, and his booklist. Justin barely looked at them before moving on. The third caught him by surprise. It was a notice that attendance at Hogwarts was now compulsory. It seemed a little strange after all the talk that Hogwarts may not even be opening again at the end of last term. He couldn't imagine Professor - Headmistress, he reminded himself - McGonagall forcing students to go against their will.
The last page was the real shock, however. It was a form. Justin looked it over, his mouth falling open when he read that students would be required to show proof of Wizarding ancestry. He looked at the notice again and tried not to leap to conclusions. Which was altogether not easy. The Ministry already had their bloody Muggle-born registration commission - which Justin had decided to ignore for the time being - why should the students have to prove anything? There had never been any rules about who could and could not attend Hogwarts. And there weren't now. There was nothing that said those who could not prove magical heritage couldn't attend. On the contrary, the had no choice but to go. The two things combined, and well, it really felt like a trap for the Muggle-born students. Which was utterly ridiculous.
Unless You Know Who had somehow managed to infiltrate the school, as he suspected he had infiltrated the Ministry.
"Mum," he said, glancing up at his mother, who was cutting roses that she would arrange in a vase later. "Do we have any magical ancestors that you're aware of? I mean, I can't be the first, right?"
"No," she replied. "You're the only one."
He’d known it was a long shot, but it had been worth trying. He sat there for several long moments looking at the form before speaking again. It was probably nothing. Really. But he couldn't manage to shake his uneasiness. He needed to talk to someone about this, and he was not daft enough to bring it up to Mum.
"Booklist arrived. I'm going to go call Megan. See if she wants to go school shopping with me." He added the last to discourage her from asking questions.
Mum turned to look at him with a brilliant smile. Like she hadn't been fretting about sending him back to school all summer. Like he'd just made her entire day by announcing he wanted to take a girl shopping. That was a little much, he thought. Sure he didn't ever ask girls to go shopping with him, but it certainly wasn't for lack of interest in girls. It was lack of interest in shopping that held him back there. Megan would probably be particularly horrible to shop with. She actually enjoyed that sort of thing, so it would likely take a lot longer than it should have. It was lucky he wasn't planning to ask her any such thing.
"That's a great idea, Justin," Mum said happily. "You should invite her to have lunch with you, too. Or better yet, dinner. Somewhere nice."
"Right, I'll consider it."
Yeah. Because Meg would want to go on a date with him. That was absurd. He stood up and sprinted inside the kitchen to the phone, quickly dialing the number to Megan's mobile.
"Hey, Meg, it's me, Justin," he said the moment she picked up, not paying any attention to whether or not she'd even said hello. "Did you get your Hogwarts letter yet?"