My Decision
Jessica Smith was a witch. This is one of the few things that she was one hundred percent sure about. Now this has been taken from her as well. Turns out as well as being a witch she’s also a half-blood, a daughter of Zeus. She can also control all four elements. And on top of all of this she is also an Egyptian magician that hosts Nut. The mother of Egyptian gods and the goddess of the sky. Then she finds herself closer to the enemy than her friends. She can either use this to her and her friend’s advantage or she can just continue on with her life. Then she tells her friends and now everything has changed. Nobody wants her around, fearing she would betray them as soon as she got the chance. Now she has a choice. Help her friends or turn her back on them. Oh and on top of all this she can only choose one thing. She has to choose to be either a witch, a half-blood, or an Egyptian magician by her eighteenth birthday. If she doesn’t then she dies.
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05/31/21
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Chapter 8: Whatever
Chapter 9
"How are you not expelled?!" Malfoy asked angrily. “I’m awesome! I got on the Quidditch team!” I said, a stupid grin on my face. “No way that really happened! First years aren’t allowed on the team!” “Whatever.” Suddenly, a loud hoot filled the air. I glanced up and was greeted with the sight of a huge package, carried by 1, 2… 5 owls! It landed in front of me and I heard a loud “It’s a broomstick!” from behind me. I looked behind me to see Harry holding the broom up. “No way.” I breathed. “Ronnie! Is Harry’s a Nimbus 2000?” “Yes!” He grinned. “Do you have one, too?” “Yeah!” I grinned and looked back again to see Malfoy staring at it in shock. “Yes?” “It’s a broomstick!” “I’ve noticed; I’m not an idiot.” Malfoy opened his mouth, then thought better of it and shut it. I quickly unwrapped it to reveal the beautiful Nimbus 2000 broomstick. “It’s beautiful.” I whispered, trailing my finger around it. I looked up at the teachers, and saw Snape with a ghost smile. "Thanks." I said quietly, so nobody could hear me.
Suddenly, somehow I heard "Wizard's duel" coming from the Gryffindor table. I groaned, 'what is wrong with Ron and Harry?' It was most likely them, they're the ones who daily try to kill themselves. I walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Harry. "Who are you having a wizard's duel with?" "Malfoy, who else?" Ron said.
