"I wasn't asking for your permission, Uncle." She affirmed in a cold voice, seeing her uncle hold his throat as he was silenced for half a minute. "Hundreds of times, you were proud to say you would be rid of me at the first occasion and when the occasion comes to send me away for several months per year you refuse to let me go. Make up your mind."
It was amusing to see the brain of her uncle trying to struggle between his fear of his niece learning further freakishness and the joy of not having the duty of living with her during the greatest part of a year. She could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears.
"Very well," he grunted after five minutes of silence, when her power ceased to silence him. "I will allow you to go to this school." The distaste for anything unnatural and against his principles was clear, but his desire to see her leave this house for many months had won out.
"Good." said Alexandra, before climbing up the stairs, letter in hand to make her way back to her room before Vernon and Petunia changed their minds.
Alexandra Victoria Potter supposed she should be feeling excited. She was going to learn magic. She was not going to live with the Dursleys for the next school year. She was going to learn what really happened to her parents. She was going to begin her ascension into the vast and unknown world.
Somehow, however, she felt it wouldn't be that simple. After all, if ten years living at Little Whinging had taught her something, it was that the odds were never in her favour.
The very next morning Alexandra woke up early. Today was when she was going to get her school supplies at a place named Diagon Alley. She had managed to extract at least that from Aunt Petunia, as well as the instructions on how to get there. Her descriptions were full of holes and were probably obsolete, as more than twenty years had passed since she had gone to the magical alley. It's a start, at least.
Alexandra idly wondered how children like her mother, who had had no magical parents, managed to go to this place. Was a teacher dispatched to give them the instructions? But if so, why hadn't someone been sent to her place? She might have had a wizard and a witch as parents, but she knew next to nothing concerning the magical world. There were so many questions and no answers that sprang to her mind. No optimistic ones at least. At least she had a precise list of supplies to get, which had been sent to her on a second parchment with the official letter admitting her to Hogwarts.
Had Petunia not involuntarily vouched for the existence of a magical world, Alexandria would have treated the list as a bad joke. Toads, cauldrons, and wands...really? Having not been introduced to the magical world before, she would certainly have to buy an owl. She had not been able to reply to Hogwarts' first letter as there had been no mention of how to reply by the "normal" post. So either she had to find a magical post service to send her answer, or she had to buy a post owl. Simple right? Although why this magical school had not thought of this was not very encouraging.
Seeing how it was early, Alexandra had nothing to do but get prepared and wait for the Dursleys to wake up. She went to the bathroom, deserted at this early hour, washed herself off, then got dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a blue sleeveless shirt, and her only pair of shoes. She then amused herself by levitating some of her pens and pencils for a few minutes, changing their colours regularly to make it a more difficult challenge.
Loud noises informed her the Dursleys had woken up, and she stopped her magical activities. Even after the letter, she doubted Vernon and Petunia would be appreciative of any of her activities challenging their conception of 'normal'. With her uncle and aunt no longer sleeping, Alexandra decided to go down and make breakfast.
The meal itself on this day was a cold and silent moment. Neither Dudley nor Vernon nor Petunia was speaking. Aunt Petunia because of the conversation yesterday, Uncle Vernon because of the fact that he would be driving his 'freak' of a niece to get supplies for her 'freakish school' today, and Dudley because he was too busy eating what should have been enough to feed a family of ten persons for a week. She ate her breakfast silently. This day, no need to anger the Dursleys when they were already incredibly tense.
Uncle Vernon looked up from his morning newspaper. His face was a light violet and darkening, but what had happened yesterday had taught him to control his anger and he didn't shout this time. It was an admirable show of restraint, for him at least.
"So this place I need to take you..." Vernon began, trailing off as his face somehow managed to both grimace and glare at the same time.
"The Leaky Cauldron," Alexandra told him, and Vernon grunted.
"Right, will I need to come back and pick you up?"
"No." She answered. She had no intention to come back to the Dursley's house with a trunk full of magical books and devices. With her luck, her uncle would lock all her supplies in a cupboard until September 1st, which was out of the question.
"Good." Vernon grunted again with the unspoken message that he hadn't had the motivation or desire to go back to get her at all, then went back to reading his morning news. Alexandra rolled her eyes. Sometimes, her uncle was so predictable it wasn't even funny.