Chapter Twenty-two

It had been the week after the tea party which for the rest of the day went smoothly. There were no problems but today was the day I would meet my tutor. Father had spoken highly of her abilities. She was raised in the Sewle household and held a job as spell crafter, she quit her job a few months ago because of an accident.

Nonetheless, I was beyond excited had could not wait for her to out of the fireplace. I had been nearly jumping in excitement while father lounged on his favourite chair by the fireplace with the Daily Prophet.

"Calm down Pansy, she'll be here any minute and it would be best to appear calm," Father said as he sipped from his tea. I pouted, I could be excited right? It was the first time in forever where I could finally get used to magic, get closer to it than ever before.

But I forced myself to take a deep breath before calming myself down. I had to take a deep breath and calm down. If I did not it would not look so good, I would be nothing but a child. Although I was one.

I forced myself to stand still by father's side and I looked over at the news in the Daily Prophet. Apparently, they were still talking about the boy who lived. Someone had come up with a crazy theory that The Harry Potter, was abducted by Dumbledore and he was now secretly training him to become his successor. They were not far off the first part, Dumbledore did take him away but the rest. The rest was just pure lies and ridiculous speculation.

I looked over at father who seemed to chuckle at the story, I felt relieved that he did not believe in the story. That he did not criticize Dumbledore in public that he did not ridicule Harry. Before I could place more thought on father's behaviour I heard a loud plop coming from the fireplace.

"Hello," Tutor Sewle said as she peered out of the fireplace. I walked over to her and extended my hand to help her up. "Hello, you must be my future tutor, Ms Sewle," I asked. Ms Sewle was young, had pretty short blonde curls with darker points. Her honey brown eyes looked at me kindly and smiled. "Hello, you must be Pansy Parkinson," She said kindly.

I nodded my head and let her sit down. Father put down his newspaper and the cup of tea he had held in his left hand. "Ah, Ms Sewle I see you made it here without a problem," Father said in a neutral voice. "Yes sir Parkinson, I had no problem," Ms Sewle responded in a professional tone.

I tried hard to not giggle as I could see how serious she looked. She clearly felt intimidated. Before I could stare at her longer father called out. "Pansy would you please go to you new tutoring room and get your books set up while I talk with Ms Sewle about you future education," Father said in a serious tone which told me to not question his decision.

I stepped out of the room and felt a bad feeling creep around my neck as if it was waiting to attack. It was hard to breathe all of a sudden and I felt like I was close to suffocating. I stood by the door my head leaning against the wood overhearing every thing.