Chino Randa A HP Fanfiction ~ Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 ~ Chino Randa ------------------------------------------ *In the theatre* Lacey looked at me over her Uno Cards, "So wait, what did the guy do again?" Putting down my card, I sigh and pull out the letter that the strange man had given me from my coat "Some stupid letter to some Warts place or whatever" I hand her the letter so she could look over it "It doesn't matter, it was probably just a prank anyway". I hardly believed that I was somehow accepted to some place that I have never heard of before in my life, and plus I'm literally a nobody. I'm a homeless runaway who is presumed dead when she had run away at the ripe age of six from the orphanage. Officially Chino Lacey Randa is dead and well in a way she is I haven't been her for some time, in this life I'm Circe or even Shortcakes or Chi seriously no one gives a letter adressed to a person who is"dead" which is why it's so worrying. The guy knew my birth name, he knew how I frigging looked like, and he had even been able to find me in the crowd, but I'm just being paranoid I must be. I hear Lacey murmur thinking. "Mmmh, Chi, I think this might actually be authentic" the others crowed Lacey looking over the letter, but I only scoff, "What do you mean? What is the letter even for?" Bones answers me, "I think it's a school acception letter to some place called Hogwarts" Goldie mumbles, "There is some really weird sounding stuff in here, look" handing it over to me, so I could read it. I trace over the letters in a curvy handwriting was written *************************************************************** Dear Ms. Randa, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress *************************************************************** Apparently I need a Uniform: robes, hat, gloves and a cloak. 8 Books which had some really weird names a wand, a cauldron, crystal phials, a telescope and set brass scales whatever they mean. It's now official, there's no way this is real, first of all where the hell am I supposed to get all the money for this stuff I barely manage to keep my cat alive and the only reason he is still alive, is because I live in a rodent infested abandoned and run down little theatre. Hell, I barely manage to feed myself, money doesn't grow on trees and second this stuff just sounds crazy. I chuckle, I refuse to believe that this is real because then I would be hoping, dreaming and those are just not things that fit in the world that I live in, so I say "People this is probably not real and how am I supposed to get the money for all this, it would cost way too much we need money for important things like food, water, blankets, medicine and all the rest." Shadow grunts "Ok, Shortcakes is right, we should look at what have got so let's put all of our loot on the table ok" I groan internally at the nickname I had chosen Circe but still no one calls me by my chosen name most of the time, I start to empty out my pockets and place them onto the table. We always do this after a day to see what we can get money for, but sometimes what we steal doesn't have much of a worth, but beggars can't be choosers and I guess that applies to little homeless children too.