wishing, wanting I Evan & Ava I May 1970
The past month had been spent driving her parents up the wall through constant begging. The second three owls had sailed through the windows of the Avery Manor, Ava had been ready to go get her school supplies. She had waited for this moment for years, the last stretch up until September first felt like a lifetime. It was finally happening; it was finally her turn to board the crimson train with her brothers by her side, off towards the castle they’d been told about all their lives. The letter, neatly kept on her nightstand, had been the catalyst but now Ava wanted more. Sage kept off on the trip to Diagon Alley, promising that they’d go soon, but soon was too far away.
After a morning of pleas and promises that they’d all be angels all summer, Sage had packed Ava off and sent her on a playdate. Normally Ava would have protested a playdate (she was eleven, after all) but an afternoon at the Rosiers didn’t sound too bad. She’d had every discussion about Hogwarts that she could think of with Aiden and Archer, and now wanted Evan’s opinions.
So she went along, practically skipping up to her friend, starting right on in lieu of a proper greeting.
“What animal are you thinking of getting?” she asked him, knowing her mom would be horrified of the lack of hello and not finding herself caring. Soon Sage wouldn’t keep track of any of her bad manners, and the thought both worried and excited her. “For Hogwarts, I mean. I’m thinking an owl would be fun, but I also think a cat would be nice. Anything but a toad- Evan, if you chose a toad we can’t be friends anymore.”
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