Chatterbox: Inkwell

Through Sparrow's Eyes:Nothing's  Normal

Warning this is a Harry Potter world spinoff. It takes place in the second book in the series.

Chapter 1

Thirteen year old Sparrow chewed her sandwich ruefully. What was I thinking!? I should've known the stupid plan wouldn't have worked! She looked at her legs, full of ugly scratches. She tried to ignore the stinging pains coming from her scraped palms and arms.

She sniffed the sandwich dubiously. It's definitedly off. It tasted like stale bread and old cheese. Which was probably what it was. 

She stood up and dumped it into the waste basket and plopped down onto her bed. She looked around her room and mentally found that everything was in its place:

The attic that she lived in with its dusty and cobwebbed corners. The quilt and pillow on her cot, and the knit blanket (for the carpet) with its notebooks and markers all over.The boxes that contained all her other belongings stacked neatly in the corner. She stared at the boxes, studying the pictures drawn on the sides. Drawings, good and bad, of various animals, flora, and intricately-patterned stained-glass windows.

She picked up one of the notebooks and fanned heself. It was way too hot up here. Ms.Grifook is going to bake me up here. 

Then another crazy thought occured to her. She stared at the locked (from the outside) door. She concentrated, focusing all her thoughts on mentally unlocking the stupid door.

She suddenly realized that she was holding her breath and needed air. She gave in and breathed out. Then she got up and dragged herself to the window. She opened the window awkwardly and breathed in the fresh air, which carried the sent of far-off rain and the garden flowers. The clouds gathered thickly over the old Victorian house. They hinted darkly of thunder. A wave of anger passed through her. She slammed the window closed and drew the curtains. As she was enveloped in the gloom, her anger evaporated. It's just rain... She tried to think of something more cheerful. Then she smiled, exposing her straight white teeth. She remembered fondly that crazy night when she, in a fit of anger and passion, pushed Thomas J------ out of the tall pine.... Just one catch, she didn't touch him, but somehow she knew she had done it. And so did Ms. Grifook, who had watched the whole thing. Then she decided it would be better to lock poor Sparrow up in the sweltering hot attic, feeding her the bare minimum.

Poor Thomas only broke an arm and got a few scrapes and bruises. She almost felt sorry for him. But the jerk called my parents 'scum from the Black Ravine'. He deserved it!

She was interrupted in her mental struggles with a soft knock at her door. "Someone here to see you," rasped a low voice from the outside. Sparrow stood up and walked, taking her time, to the door. She was sure it was a psychologist or something, they all thought she was crazy. "Coming," Sparrow replied. The door was slowly pulled open by a short, wrinkled, white-haired, stern-looking old woman. Ms. Grifook nodded. Sparrow descended the steep stairs before her.

To be continued......

Hope you like it. More to come, I should think.