The Eyes Of The Cat
written by Dora Scamander
I'm Amanda Figg - just your average 13 year old girl. Well, aside from some bizzare eye powers, very strange relatives, and cats that understand everything you say - yeah, my life is totally normal.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Belief, Disbelief
Chapter 6
By the time I arrived at the front door of Grandma's house, panting, shaken, and excited, thoughts were whirling wildly through my head.
I knew for a fact now that my 'powers' were not my imagination - it wasn't that I had doubted them, before, but this time I had used them against something - against those men - and they had received the impact. This was nothing from my imagination.
Now that I knew they were real, I was trying to generate the fact that I actually possessed strange, possibly magical, abilities.
I felt completely amazed and slightly afraid.
Who could I tell? That was the next question. Of course, Sam already knew about my powers. Wait till she hears this, I thought. But then I remembered Sam's strange cut off to my last call - "I'm not the one to tell you." I had not a clue as to what that was supposed to mean. Could I talk to her about this incident? Would she even talk to me?
Of course she will, I thought.
I hoped.
The main problem was, what was I going to do about this whole thing? Just go along with it? Maybe. But this wasn't normal, and could I go forever with not telling anybody? Probably not. And what if the men spread rumours - about me?
I went inside and into the kitchen, where I made myself a cup of herbal tea to calm myself down.
I won't bother writing down all the rest of my thoughts over the next quarter of an hour before Grandma got home. Because there were a lot of thoughts, and most of them involved wild fantasies of me being discovered as a magical marvel and being kidnapped and controlled by greedy mad scientists - movie style. Yeah, I was being a bit over the top.
Anyway, Grandma arrived back home. She nearly tripped over Mr Tibbles as she entered, who was trotting along quickly beside her, meowing, and Grandma herself was muttering under her breath. The sight made me smile despite everything that had happened.
"Hi, Grandma."
Grandma looked up sharply, and stared at me for a moment that seemed like ages.
"Grandma... you feeling O.K?"
Grandma jumped - she had been examining me intensely. "Amanda... I..."
Mr Tibbles meowed loudly.
"Yes, I know, but how can I tell her? I never thought - I never knew it to be possible -"
Mr Tibbles sat and looked up at Grandma with a somewhat critical expression.
"Well, all right then." Grandma appeared to be speaking to the cat. Then she turned to me, and said, "Amanda, you are witch. You have magic."
I knew for a fact now that my 'powers' were not my imagination - it wasn't that I had doubted them, before, but this time I had used them against something - against those men - and they had received the impact. This was nothing from my imagination.
Now that I knew they were real, I was trying to generate the fact that I actually possessed strange, possibly magical, abilities.
I felt completely amazed and slightly afraid.
Who could I tell? That was the next question. Of course, Sam already knew about my powers. Wait till she hears this, I thought. But then I remembered Sam's strange cut off to my last call - "I'm not the one to tell you." I had not a clue as to what that was supposed to mean. Could I talk to her about this incident? Would she even talk to me?
Of course she will, I thought.
I hoped.
The main problem was, what was I going to do about this whole thing? Just go along with it? Maybe. But this wasn't normal, and could I go forever with not telling anybody? Probably not. And what if the men spread rumours - about me?
I went inside and into the kitchen, where I made myself a cup of herbal tea to calm myself down.
I won't bother writing down all the rest of my thoughts over the next quarter of an hour before Grandma got home. Because there were a lot of thoughts, and most of them involved wild fantasies of me being discovered as a magical marvel and being kidnapped and controlled by greedy mad scientists - movie style. Yeah, I was being a bit over the top.
Anyway, Grandma arrived back home. She nearly tripped over Mr Tibbles as she entered, who was trotting along quickly beside her, meowing, and Grandma herself was muttering under her breath. The sight made me smile despite everything that had happened.
"Hi, Grandma."
Grandma looked up sharply, and stared at me for a moment that seemed like ages.
"Grandma... you feeling O.K?"
Grandma jumped - she had been examining me intensely. "Amanda... I..."
Mr Tibbles meowed loudly.
"Yes, I know, but how can I tell her? I never thought - I never knew it to be possible -"
Mr Tibbles sat and looked up at Grandma with a somewhat critical expression.
"Well, all right then." Grandma appeared to be speaking to the cat. Then she turned to me, and said, "Amanda, you are witch. You have magic."
