Chapter 2: Mondays

It had been about four years since the Deatheater attack, and the small house belonging to the Rivers was repaired and comfortable. It was early and the trio of wizards was still asleep. Until the glaring buzz of an alarm clock rang through the house. Jordan sat up, slamming his hand on the alarm clock to silence it.

"I don't know why you insist on using that thing," Alexandra muttered sleepily. She held up her wand, it was singing as lovely song about mornings and vibrating softly. "You could do something like this."

"Yes, but muggles use the clock and I," Jordan jumped out of bed and put on his robe and slippers before continuing. "I find it invigorating, you see, I am up, and you are falling asleep again!" Jordan pulled his own wand from under his pillow and waved it. The bedcovers jumped to life and began poking and tickling his wife ruthlessly.

"Alright! Alright!" Alexandra waved her own, now quiet, wand and the blankets settled down. "I'm up." Alexandra stood and pulled on her own robe and slippers. She made the bedd with a wave of her wand and glared at her laughing husband.

Why don't you make yourself useful, you imp, and go wake up Zoe while I get breakfast started." Alexandra scolded, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, betraying her words. Jordan kissed her cheek as he passed her on his way to their daughters room.

Zoe was still sound asleep, her father's alarm having done nothing to penetrate her dreams. Jordan sat on the end of Zoe's bed. Zoe burrowed deeper under the covers.

"Oh, no you don't!" Jordan teased, raising his wand. Zoe's eyes snapped open, she threw off the covers and jumped up arms out towards her dad.

"No, Daddy! I'm up!" she squealed. "Don't make them tickle me!"

Jordan smiled and put the wand down. Now that the threat was gone, Zoe took a minute to stretch and rub her eyes.

"I was dreaming about Hogwarts." she said, yawning. "I hope i get accepted."

"You will, but first you have to get to school."
 

"Muggle school," Zoe muttered. "It's boring."

"I know, but you have to learn your basics and Mom and I have to work, but you know that you--"

"I know," Zoe interrupted. "I'm very helpful because you see how muggles learn and see things. You tell me all the time."

"That's right," said Jordan. "Now get dressed, and don't forget--"

"Don't mention magic, don't call them muggles, and don't forget my homework."

"Or your lunch, that's my girl." Jordan left the room, closing the door behind him.

Zoe went to her dresser and pulled out a red blouse and pair of jeans. Putting them on, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a bit small for her age, and skinny. She had dark, slightly wavy hair that curled in the rain, and large green eyes that seemed to glow in her face. Today was Monday, the last Monday of the school year, and the beginning of the last week of Elementary School. Next year, hopefully, she would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, just like her parents  did. Zoe brushed her teeth and went to the kitchen just in time to see bacon and eggs deliver itself to her plate. As she sat down, two more servings of breakfast arrived at the table and the frying pan began to wash itself in the sink.

Alexandra breezed into the room. "I don't know how muggles do it," she said. Zoe didn't reply, her mother said this often. Jordan came into the kitchen then, wearing a suit as if he were a muggle business man. however, unlike a normal suit, his suit would change into robes when he got to work at the Ministry of Magic. It was a spell he invented to be able to walk his daughter to school and save time.

Zoe hopped up from the table, finished with her plate, and took it to the sink, where it would get cleaned. Jordan and Alexandra were discussing dishwashers and the benefits of waking up early, and wer just about to launch into a cheerful argument when Zoe cleared her throat.

"Excuse the interruption, but you will have plenty of time to chat when I'm at Hogwarts.  For now, can someone please walk to me school?" She look pointedly at her father. Slowly, Jordan finished his breakfast and took his plate to the sink. He then gave his wife a kiss, and walked past Zoe on the way to the door.

"Aren't you coming?"

Zoe ran past her father out the door and they both took off in the direction of her school.

The End

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