[ Volume I: "HOGWARTS WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY YR. 1" ]
[ Chapter I (1): "FELIX HARP" ]
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[ JULY 5, 1937 ] [ LONDON, LANE ORPHANAGE ]
[ "Felix, you don't have too-" ] The young Matron-in-training's voice was cut in the middle, as someone else spoke, having not let her finish. [ "I insist Sister Emilia, please." ]
A small boy, ruffled dark hair, blue-ever perceiving eyes with a gleeful expression adorning his face. The small child is named Felix Harp, the little assistant of Lane Orphanage;
Gifted in managing, cooking, and small talks — the boy is a celebrity inside the walls of the said Orphanage, and even outside, on the street as he lives his life to the fullest.
Even now as he helps in cooking, snatching a small knife for himself cutting carrots with it. Which in insight should be dangerous, especially for an 11 year old boy, but yet none can stop him whenever he sets his eyes on one thing. And that one thing for now is cooking.
[ "O-oh dear, please Felix hold onto the knife properly." ] The woman who's watching right beside him couldn't help but worry, her hazelnut colored eyes widening slightly in fear of the boy's way of handling the knife.
[ "These are just carrots Sister, don't worry." ] Replied Felix in a haughty, yet joyful tone, skillfully cutting the carrots in front of him in quick speed — the more he cuts, the more she gets worried. And in no time, the carrots could be seen presented, good for carrot stew. [ "See all done, sometimes you worry too much." ]
Mouth agape, the young Emilia couldn't help but be shock at how fast the child who's twice the size smaller than her move twice as fast, especially in cutting carrots. She looked at the carrots, then at Felix, then at the carrots again, seemingly lost in thought.
[ "Chop, chop Sister, let's not waste time being shocked. We need to cook, see?" ] The child who spoke, not of words that he should know in his age didn't bother waiting for her to stammer out of her shock.
As he instead throws the carrots filled bowl into the stew they are cooking, steering the thing clockwise in an eerie professional manner — one which screams 50 years of experience, which shouldn't belong to a mere child.
[ "How are you...?" ] She points at the stew who's slowly gaining color, then at the child with an apron strapped around his waist. The child looked at him in equal confusion, [ "What?" ] he followed her gaze, which lead to the thing he is cooking — at the pot of carrot stew.
[ "O-oh how foolish of me. You want a taste? Absolutely, here help yourself out." ] Quickly assuming the worst of her he jumped up in joy, pulling a bowl nearby filling it to the brim without any hesitation — using both hands in the process as to not spill a drop, or to shatter the bowl.
[ "N-no wait, Felix I don't-" ] But her words of protest came to deaf ears as Felix placed a bowl of carrot stew in front of her, the sweet aroma being caught by her nose — causing her words to stop midway.
Feeling a little bit taken aback she was ready to find an excuse out of this, but in realizing she doesn't have a convenient excuse at hand made her stop her protest. [ "Alright, just a sip." ] And instead sights to herself, about to dig in. [ "Wait!" ]
But a small chubby hand in front of her stopped her from doing so, then another came this one holding a container of salt and pepper, after sprinkling a few drops — Felix was finally satisfied and removed his hand, [ "Bon appetit." ]
Looking at the small chef right beside her, Emilia couldn't help but look at him weirdly a little, but another quick glance onto his bowl of stew stopped her from thinking such thoughts.
Plus add the fact that her stomach is grumbling, oh, she hadn't even realized it when the spoon collided with her tongue. And it is... Delicious?
She couped another spoonful, this one with a small carrot on it, bringing into her mouth she ignored the slight hotness of it as she places a hand on her mouth. [ "This is delicious!" ] Truly delicious, and before she could notice it the bowl of stew in front of her which was previously filled to the brim — now empty.
Felix who's stirring the stew could feel his cooking being appreciated, as how it should be and couldn't help but have a small cheeky grin adorn his face. Spices truly do enhance everything.
He was about to grab her bowl and fill it again but he was stopped before he could even grab it, by a loud bang opening the door to the kitchen. [ "Emilia have you seen Felix, I have been looking for hours on e-" ]
A woman, on her 50s, black hair with some having already turned white. She kept grumbling to herself, voice loud enough to wake up all of europe — but stopping midway as she noticed the scenery in front of her.
At her target who she have been looking for ages — at Felix. [ "Oh, there you are boy, I have been looking for you for ages now. Come on, let's go." ] In no time she grabbed the boy by the wrist pulling him out the room, not even bothering to entertain the protest of Felix.
Emilia on the other hand watched all of this unfold, definitely confused, and still hungry. She looked at the side, at the stew and decided to grab another bowl — Felix did say to help herself out. [ "Just one more bowl wouldn't hurt." ]
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[ "Lady what is wrong with you, why are you dragging me?" ] Entirely composed facade could be seen stapled onto Felix face as he looks at the figure of his Matron, one who's quickly leading him somewhere. [ "Does someone want to adopt me, again? Quick, tell them no." ]
Theories ranges inside Felix's head, the most appropriate in this situation, one which caused the usually strict Matron to have her steps be hasten, and panicked, oh, of course it's another adoption intervie... Wait who the hell is this?
The Matron opened the door leading to her office, and in front stands a man who's looking at the antiques inside the room with keen interest. The man having a brown hair, blue-ever-knowing eyes, well-groomed beard, and a well-dressed suit to boote. Who the hell is this guy?
[ "And who the hell are you?" ]
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[ Fun Fact (Pottermore-Lore): "Young Witches and Wizards in the age of 11 receives their Acceptance Letters through a faculty member like the Gamekeeper Rubeus Hagrid in the case of Harry James Potter, or in the case of Tom Marvolo Riddle through the Transfiguration Professor at that time — Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. The other Witches and Wizards who have ties to the Wizardry World get it through Owls, no faculty member needed." ]
[ WRITTEN: 01/01/2025 ]
[ POSTED: 01/01/2025 ]