Chapter 4 / The Invitation
Don't be a silent reader!
‘Why don’t you take some time for yourself,’ Betty said as she caught me staring at the emerald green ink. ‘find some nice and quiet to read it.’
I nodded and left the kitchen, sitting down on one off the tables in front of the bakery. I ripped the envelop open, revealing a single piece of paper.
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Macmillan,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to accompany the champions of the Triwizard Tournament during the third task.
The third task will be held on 24 June. Please be present no later than two in the afternoon. We await your owl.
I stared at the letter. This was it. For the first time in two years, I would be going back to Hogwarts. Not permanently as a student, but as least I’d get to see the castle again. Maybe I could convince the teachers to let me stroll around for a while. I could sneak out and find my father’s cave again.
My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest and it must have shown on my face, because when I entered the bakery again, Betty gave me the weirdest look.
‘I haven’t seen you smile like that ever before,’ she said, ‘I assume it’s great news you got?’
‘They want me to visit,’ I said, leaving out the details. ’24 June.’
‘That’s next week! Sweetie, I’m so happy for you.’
‘What should I wear? I don’t have anything! I’m so nervous. Why am I even invited?’
‘Dear, just calm down,’ Betty laid her flour covered hands on my shoulders, ‘why don’t you take the day off? You can ask Oliver to take you too Chippenham. He’s free today.’
I smiled at the suggestion. Oliver was Betty’s son, eighteen years old and beautiful to say the least. She had made it her life’s mission to get us together, but Oliver and I had decided some time ago that it was never going to happen. I loved his personality and if he were a wizard, he would probably be a Hufflepuff. He was hard-working, loyal, honest and as patient as death. Above that, he was gorgeous, with his brown puppy eyes and that constant questioning look on his face.
He had such a strong moral code and sense of right and wrong that he made me feel uncomfortable whenever he started talking about anything that had to do with criminals, governments, and things like that.
But that wasn’t the reason we’d never fall in love. Although Betty didn’t know it yet, Oliver had been in a secret relationship with his boyfriend for almost two years now. There had been times were keeping it a secret had almost cost them their relationship, but they had worked through it and, honestly, they were the cutest couple I’d ever seen.
‘Thank you, Betty,’ I finished the dough I had been kneading and wiped my hands, ‘I’ll call him right away.’
‘Tell him to treat you to some coffee too!’