Thursday, April 17, 2014
Magic upon Magic: The Dream
I toss and turn, trying to go to sleep in my cabin. No such luck. I sit up and turn on a small light. The room is lighted up. I search for something to do. Finally, I find the third book of Harry Potter. I carefully turn the pages, hoping that nobody will wake up in the other cabins. I finish one chapter, two, three, until I fall asleep.
I am at another place, unknown, but I see a train station. I look around, nothing interesting is happening, but something catches my rainbow eyes. I turn, revealing abnormal people walking through a barrier, between stations 9 and 10, to be exact. I creep forward, for being stealthy was one of my best traits, even though nobody could see me. Cautiously, I take my chances and run through the barrier. Instead of me crashing, I am in a another place. A bright red train is revealed before my eyes, bearing the words, The Hogwarts Express. I suddenly snap my fingers. I was in Harry Potter! I thought to myself. I had been stupid. More people were boarding on the train. I carefully stepped on there, chose a deserted compartment, and took a seat. The Express started up, and valleys and mountains rolled past the window. Around noon, a witch with a cart came to my compartment, searching for anybody. I try to snap my fingers, for I was ever so hungry. I snap my fingers to reveal myself, but nothing happens. I voice in my mind says, "Child, she cannot see you, for this is a vision." It sounded like Hecate. She continued in my mind. "When summer has ended, and you have left Camp Half-Blood, you shall go to Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry, which happens for me, to be the goddess of magic and witchcraft. You shall do well." The voice disappears in my mind and I ask Hecate for food and my wish is granted. I stuff myself with barbecue ribs with mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and a salad. I polish off the crumbs just as the train stops. I get up and walk out of the compartment. I silently take a boat and go to Hogwarts. I squeeze myself into an alphabetized line, going in between Jackie Rendells and Jack Trout. The line gradually becomes smaller, but when I am next in line, I don't hear my name. Hecate speaks to me again. " Remember child, this is a vision." I try to decipher what House I am going be in. Ravenclaw? For smarts and always on top of things? Hufflepuff? Who are honest, fair, and loyal? Or Slytherin? Who is cunning
and has great ambitions? Or Griffindor? Who is brave and fearless? I ponder at this. As I wonder, the feast had begun. Taking the thought that I was hungry, I desperately try to make another move for the table of unbearable food. As I curl my hands around a drumstick, a barrier stops me. The voice says once again, this time more irritated, "Child, a vision is before your eyes." I wake up.
I rub my eyes, shocked from the dream. It was so.... Real. I look at the window. The sun is barely rising. Realizing that I was really hungry, I lazily stand up from my bed like a zombie. I finally find the door. Yawning, I go out of my cabin to the pavilion to eat breakfast. A couple of demigods are looming around, mostly Athena kids. Some Apollo kids try to see their dad up in the sky. I start combing my always-to-curly hair. It is long, thick and SUPER curly. Finally, I manage to put it in a fine hairstyle with a spark clip. As I eat, I wonder what the dream ment. I hoisted my head on my hand and thought about this. I slowly started to put down my fork and wonder hard about this. "Hello? Lo'Reena? Di Immortales! LO'REENA!" I jump to the voice. "What? What? Did I miss something?" The demigod giggles. An Aphrodite kid. I can identify that personality out of nowhere. " What is it?" I ask her, eager for what she is about to say. "Chiron wants to see you!" The demigod said.
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