MAGIC IS MIGHT - or is it?

Chapter Nine- Hogwarts, here we come!

She shot out of the fireplace, landing on her back. She got up, coughing, as she looked arounds. Wizards everywhere were staring at her peculiarly, as if to say, What's she doing here? Two witches passing by were caring a box that emitted fire, and another where holding aloft a rabbit that belched nauseous yellow gas. Fire places lined the walls, and wizards and witches alike burst forth in green flames. Paper airplanes zoomed across the air, some separating into small groups and heading off in opposite directions.

"Sophie!" Albus waved to her. He and Rose bore no sign of soot, but the others faces were blackened, and she suspected she looked the same way. "Come on, mom's waiting." Rose called. After Harry departed with a wave to his Department of Law Enforcement, they stepped into an elevator, and were blasted backwards as Rose said, "Level 1, Minister for Magic and Support staff please."

They were joined by some airplanes halfway through the ride. "Memos." Albus explained, leaning over to whisper into her ear. "Dad said they used to use owls, but you can imagine the mess." A cool, suave voice announced their stop, and Sophie and her friends stumbled out of the cage.

"Here," Rose said. She opened the room to show a reasonable large room that resembled a library, with books lining shelf after shelf. Bright lights illuminated the room, and in a small corner, a quill was writing a note all by itself. Memo airplanes zoomed about above their heads, one of witch knocked into Fitz' head, before heading off again. Rose's mom sitting at a mahogany desk in the middle. But she wasn't alone.

"Alden?" He smiled. "Hello. I'm sorry for not keeping in touch, but I was rather busy," he said, hugging Biana as he spoke. "I'm truly sorry to interrupt the reunion," Hermione said. "But we really must get straight to business." She waved her wand, conjuring sturdy chairs from thin air. "Please, sit down."

"As Rose has explained, giants are on the move. They've been more active than they've been in years- and other things are stirring too. The dementors at azkaban are getting restless, and it's driving some of us crazy. Not to mention the amount of Lethifolds that are reported nowadays." She stopped to rub her forehead, her tart voice trailing off. Her friends nodded, though they probably did not understand a word she was saying. She propped her hands onto the desk, pressing her fingertips together. 

"That's why we think you are no longer safe." Nine heads jerked towards Alden. "Which is why we wish for you to be relocated. In Hogwarts." "But what about Foxfire?" Sophie found herself agreeing with Biana. "Studies in Hogwarts will be as beneficial to your education as in Foxfire," Hermione answered. "But your safety is more important. Hogwarts has numerous amount of spells and enchantments that guarantee your well being. The only way it could be breached is extremely dark magic, which is neither taught or tolerated at Hogwarts."

Much to her surprise, Tam spoke up. "I think we should do it," cocking his head to the others. "Why not? We have to admit, it's not like we're going anywhere. It seems like we've been running around in circles the past week." Silence. One by one her friends agreed, and she found herself nodding as well- though she still had many doubts. "Excellent," Hermione said, clasping her hands together. In 7 days time, you will receive a letter approving your acceptance to Hogwarts and a list of your needed materials. Good day to you!" With that, they were escorted out the room.