The plan was simple enough. She wouldn’t be missed until late afternoon and she had four juice boxes and a Lunchable. The train ride couldn’t be THAT long, could it?
By the time Aunt Camilla found her, it would be too late. She would already be there, and the secret would be out. She would know, and they would have to let her stay. And she just KNEW that’s where Aunt Camilla went every year, everything pointed to it. The strange way Aunt Camilla dressed and the robes in the spare bedroom closet. The broom that she was sure jumped a little in her hand every time she touched it. The owl that she saw visiting the oak tree in the front yard. Not to mention the fact that the house was clean, REALLY clean – and Aunt Camilla was a total slob!
She hadn’t met the house-elf, but she knew he had to be there.
She would get to Hogwarts one way or another, even if she had to sneak her way there. …
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Reminds me of a few occasions during college when I went home to visit my parents. As soon as I set out the luggage to pack up for the return trip, I'd find my dog in it five minutes later. He always wanted to come with me.
Ha, ha, I tried that once when I was little. I didn't hide in a suitcase, but on the floor of the back seat of the car. My parents were leaving on a train for a vacation, and I thought if we got to the station, in downtown Detroit, it would be too late for them to take me back home. Didn't work. They found me before we had gone two blocks. Needless to say, this image resonated with me. I'm so glad enough others felt the same way. Congratulations on your ribbon.
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