A Story of Love

Lost Dreamer said:
hey, you're doing fine! do we know how old Markl is?
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Markl is thirteen just like me! :) Anyways sorry i haven't posted in a while, but im kinda bizzie.(i know i spelled it wrong) im workin' on the next part ill post it later, hopefully.
 
ta-da,
i have the first part of the second chapter ready. i know, the first chapter was short. im thinking of making it the prolog or something. well, enough with the chit-chat here it is.
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"Don't be so rude!"Grannie chided Markl, as she reentered the room.
"I wasn't."Markl said simply. He looked up at Grannie and smiled evily."I just wasn't being friendly.
"Don't get smart with me, mister."Grannie glared at Markl. He glared back. Grannie sighed saying,"Alright I guess you have a good of enough reason,BUT you must be nice to Mr.Silvermead!"
"Fine, but I'm not visiting him"Markl said pouting.
"fair enough",Grannie grinned,"why are you always such a hastle."
Markl grinned back mockingly."Because if I weren't you would have died of boredom."
"Would not!"Grannie said indigdently."In fact I might live longer without you."
"True",Markl turned the idea over in his head."But you wouldn't have anybody without me."
"Oh, fine! You win."Grannie sighed. She knew he was right, and couldn't bare the thought of living without him."Do you need to go to the library?"Grannie asked changing the subject completely.
"No, all I have is math today."Markl replied. Finishing up his math homework.
"Oh good! I need to talk to you about something."Grannie said."and I have something to give to you."
She sighed thinking, its time he knew of he who he is. Grannie walked back the hallway to the door leading up to the attic. When she reached the top she picked up the box nearest the door and opened it. Now this box is a very special box. Three feet wide and two feet deep, made from oak with silver hinges, and jewels laid in a intricate pattern.
Inside the box lay a ring, a necklace, a foot long wand made of cherrie wood, and a set of clothing contianing; a cape, pants, and shirt of the finest material ever made (which I'll tell you in a second). climbing down the stiars and walking down the hallway Grannie carried the finest of all the things she own.
 
Thanks Eve. here is some more!! :D
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Setting the box on the table Grannie explained to Markl."This is the family wizard box, you are to take this to school with you."
"But Grannie",Markl interrupted "I can't take this to school. People might try to steal it, and it looks priceless to me."
"Let me try to explain this to you in a somewhat calm fashion." Grannie began. Markl opened his mouth to say something, but Grannie cut him off. " You see, Markl, you are not going back to your shool next year but to the finest school of wichcraft and wizardry."
"Let me guess Hogwarts." Markl said, almost laughing out loud.
"No." Grannie said with a impatient tone she hardly ever used."You are going to go to Arzona. And I don't want you to interrupt me again!" Grannie went on to explain that he would be the representative of his family, and be expected to follow the rules. " Any questions?"Grannie asked.
"Well, there are a few things I don't understand."Markl puased. grannie nodded for him to go on."First, I don't have magic, so how can I be a wizard?"
Grannie answered instantly, "Your magic doesn't have to show to be there. Any more questions?"
"What is that fabric made of, and how old is this?" Asked Markl looking at the fabric.
"Its made from something called moonbeam plant; which only grows on top of the mountains of Greece. It is extremly rare. Now, how old is the box?"Markl nodded his head. Grannie continued saying, "I don't really know how old it is, but I guess its about a hundred or so years old."
"Wow." was all Markl could say.
Just then the phone rang. Grannie motioned Markl to sit back down. "Let them leave a message." She told him. "Meanwhile see if you can fit this." she added pointing to the clothes.
"Hello. you have reach the Burd resedents of 550-3834. Please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible." went the answering machine. beep.
"Hi, this is Mr. Silvermead and I would like to inform you of a strange person standing in your lawn. He is dressed in some weird white fabric, and is just standing there. Well, thats all. Bye."
Markl looked at Grannie when the message stopped, but she wasn't there. He got up and walked down the hall. She was looking out the window inn the front parlor. "Grannie, who is it?"
Grannie didn't answer. Then a knock sounded at the door.
 
hmm...(seem to be saying that alot lately )
good additions...i'm guessing thie 'white man' is a wizard. youre doing good. keep it coming...and dont worry about people posting; sometimes once you reply they wont post until you add some more.
 
sorry i haven't posted in a while, but i was banned from my computer for A WHOLE WEEK!! :eek: i am writing the next part. be done soon. :D
 
almost done pm you all when i post it. going rafting tommorow so BE PATIENT!
and be good children while im gone!! :D

~The lovable Q.~
 
Chapter Three

"Anything else Professer?"Grannie asked the stranger sitting at the table.
"No, thank you." answered the stranger."Now, let me explain why I'm here."He continued "I'm here to evaluate your child you claim has your families power."
"You mean Markl."
"Yes, him."
"Before you do, if I may, I have a question." He nodded. Grannie continued asking, "I thought you couldn't be seen?"
"I concealed myself in a spell that only a wizard or witch could have seen though." He said. "Why do you ask?" He added, wondering what could have brought up that particular question.
"Well", Grannie began, not really knowing how to explain."It was the neighbor, he call and told us." She blurted out.
The Professer's elegant eyebrows rose. "Oh, did he have a name?"
"He said his name is Mr. Silvermead." Grannie said looking thoroughly confused.
"Why didn't you say this in the first place." it was a statement more then a question.
"Well, I thought you already knew about him since he is a wizard." Grannie said. for you see, he is the president of the Wizards Community Justice System, or WCJS.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. Now describe him, please."
"He looked to be in his mid-forties, he had long brown hair, he is about six ft. 3 in., and... " Grannie paused. She had the now familiar look of confusion. "for some reason I remember he had a graduation ring on." She went on to explain what it looked like. "But I didn't even glace at his hands." puzzlement showed on her face.
"Just as I suspected. That man doesn't know who he is. His family is probably superspicious, and I bet the sold thier wizard box." the Professer reasoned.
"How do you know all that?" Grannie asked.
"It is the only reason I don't know about him, and if he went to wizardry school he would have never graduated from High School."
"That makes sense." Now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense. "But it doesn't explain why you didn't know about him."
"What do you mean?"
"Well don't you have something that keeps track of unschooled wizards? I mean like their names, addresses, ect..."
"Yes, we do, but we can be blocked in getting that information. Say, for instance, that they have a; oh I don't know; say a anti-thief spell on thier house from a wizard who lived there before them. That spell will gaurd thier where abouts until the wizard dies."
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this is the first part of chapter three. i don't think ill be working on it for a while. shcools starting soon for me.
 
Quentilian said:
"Well, I thought you already knew about him since he is a wizard." Grannie said. for you see, he is the president of the Wizards Community Justice System, or WCJS.
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That part was a bit confusing, but otherwise good
 
Quentilian said:
sorry i haven't posted in a while, but i was banned from my computer for A WHOLE WEEK!! :eek: i am writing the next part. be done soon. :D
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Haha! That's nothin' I got banned for the whole month! That's okay though, I deserved it.
 
i know its not finished but i think its time to start posting again

Later that evening, after all the test were done, Pr.Diggamoul;who would be teaching self-defense this year at Arzona; decided that it was high time he visited Mr. Silvermead. After changing clothes, magiclly of course, and taking leave of the Burds he left. As he knocked on the door he noticed that small statue was at his feet. It was, as far as he could tell, a small fairy sitting on a toadstool. She was holding a cristal in her hand. The cristal was shining as if it were magical.
The door opened before he could see if it was magical. It opened to reavel a man in his mid-forties. He had black hair that was starting to turn gray.
"Can I help you?" suspicion creeped into his voice.
"Your Mr.Silvermead right?"the man nodded. "I'm Mr. Diggamoul. I'm here to..." Mr. Diggamoul paused looking for the right words. "inform you of your inheritance."
"My inheritance? I hope its not a house." Mr. Silvermead smiled. This man is weired, he thought. but extremely nice, and what about this inheritance? I thought I was the only person left in my family. " Do please come in."
"Thank you. I hope I'm not intruding." Mr.Diggamoul looked around. The place was filled with boxes.
"Not at all. So what about my inheritance?" Mr. Silvermead wasn't one for 'beating around the bush'.
"Well, this might be a little hard for you to understand, but you've had this inheritance your whole life." He paused. Mr. Silvermead
 
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