The plane finally stabilized after a turbulent period. Kate seated in her chair breathed a sigh of relief as she rubbed her head. The rush of hailing a taxi and making it onto the plane just in time had been quite exhilarating, like a scene from a movie unfolding before her eyes. It was an exciting experience.
As a flight attendant approached, inquiring about drink preferences Kate declined and shook her head. She then turned to Angela, who had been gazing absentmindedly out the window, lost in her thoughts.
"Hey, Angie, is everything alright?" Kate asked, her voice filled with concern.
Angela snapped out of her reverie, momentarily startled. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she replied absentmindedly, shaking her head.
"Do you want something to drink then?" Kate inquired once again, trying to engage her.
It was only then that Angela noticed the flight attendant standing in the aisle. She sighed softly and responded, "Just a glass of water, please."
After receiving the water from the flight attendant, Angela took a sip and placed the glass on the small tray table in front of her. She continued to gaze outside, lost in her thoughts as the sky gradually darkened.
Kate sensed that Angela had something weighing heavily on her mind. Was it related to their encounter with Joanne Rowling earlier? She wanted to ask, but a sudden hesitation gripped her. The events of last night lingered in her thoughts, causing her to pause. However, she couldn't let that stop her from being there for Angela.
With a reassuring pat on the little girl's shoulder, Kate spoke up, "Angie, if there's something bothering you, you can always talk to me about it."
Angela turned to face Kate, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty. "Is it that obvious?"
"Of course, dear. It's written all over your face," a gentle smile formed on Kate's lips as she lightly brushed the hair away from Angela's forehead. However, midway through the gesture, she pulled her hand back involuntarily, a hint of apprehension in her eyes.
However, Angela didn't notice any of this. She continued to reflect aloud, her voice filled with introspection. "Because of Mrs. Rowling, it made me think about many things—things I hadn't contemplated before or deliberately avoided."
"What kind of things?" Kate asked, her curiosity piqued. She felt a mix of relief and curiosity, wondering what Angela had on her mind.
"You know, Kate, there are many aspects of my life that I haven't given serious consideration or fully committed to. Whether it's acting in movies, writing scripts, or releasing EPs, it always felt like I was doing them for fun or other reasons. Except for when I was younger and genuinely dedicated myself to music and drawing because I enjoyed them. But when it comes to anything else, I always seem somewhat absent-minded," Angela whispered, her gaze drifting upwards to the ceiling of the cabin.
"Oh my God, what on earth is going on in that little head of yours?" Kate chuckled, finding Angela's thoughts both amusing and surprising.
"You're only 11 years old, Angie. It's still the time to play and explore different things. And let me remind you, you were amazing in《The Parent Trap.》My classmates couldn't stop praising your acting, and your singing talent is undeniable. Your EP even sold well in the UK. Trust me, there aren't many talented young girls like you. I'm actually a bit jealous."
Angela sighed, her voice tinged with a hint of pessimism. "But, Kate, I only take acting seriously because of my contract with the film company. It's more about fulfilling a responsibility than pursuing a genuine passion. I've always felt uncertain about what I truly want to do. It's that intense and genuine desire, like what Ms. Rowling has for writing that I haven't discovered yet."
"Angie, do you know? You're only 11 years old. Life has just begun for you. You don't need to burden yourself with such thoughts and worries. There's plenty of time ahead for you to explore and discover what truly ignites your passion. You don't have to figure it all out now. Just enjoy being young!" Kate expressed her concern, furrowing her brows slightly, but respecting Angela's perspective.
Angela murmured, "I'm already an adult," before shaking her head and redirecting the conversation. "You're right, Kate. Let's not dwell on this topic anymore, okay? We have plenty of exciting adventures ahead of us, so let's focus on the present and enjoy the journey."
"Are you sure?" Kate stared at her for a moment, contemplating Angela's words. "Alright, but I suggest you talk to your father about it. He's the best person to guide you through these thoughts and uncertainties."
"I will," Angela nodded, appreciating Kate's advice. She then leaned forward and embraced Kate tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. "Thank you, Kate. You're always there for me."
Kate smiled, her warmth radiating as she caressed Angela's hair and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "My dear, this is what sisters do. We support each other no matter what. You can always count on me."
As Angela lifted her head from Kate's embrace, her green eyes sparkled with newfound determination. "Kate, how about we go to Hollywood together?"
"Hollywood? Why?" Kate asked, taken aback by the sudden suggestion.
"You like making movies, don't you? Hollywood is the world's largest film production center, offering countless opportunities. And the best part is, we'll be there together. If you're willing to come, I can write scripts for you," Angela enticed, her voice filled with excitement.
Kate chuckled, playfully teasing her, "I don't have your natural talent for acting, you know."
The little girl pouted, pretending to be offended. "Oh, stop teasing me. Acting skills can be developed through practice. Even in the United States, you can go to Broadway and showcase your talent on stage."
"But Angie, I'm still attending school. I can't just leave Cambridge and risk getting expelled for not earning enough credits, can I?" Kate pointed out, unaware of Angela's tightening grip on her hand.
"Then... how about you come during the summer vacation? University summer breaks are usually longer, and it won't be a problem to take a day or two off," Angela pleaded. "Come to Los Angeles this summer and visit me, okay?"
"Alright, alright, I promise," Kate couldn't resist Angela's enthusiasm and reluctantly agreed.
"I love you, Kate," Angela exclaimed in joy and planted a kiss on Kate's cheek.
...
On a rare moonlit night in the British Isles, the dimly lit Flint House stood out against the bright moonlight. As Angela stepped out of the taxi, she couldn't help but gaze up at the captivating moon and take a deep breath.
"Did you have a good time?" Mr. Gerald, taking Angela's backpack from Kate asked with a smile.
"It was alright. I enjoyed my time there," Angela smiled, quickly retrieving her backpack and then turning to Kate. "Are you heading back to London, Kate?"
"Of course, dear. I'm not as adventurous as you," Kate teased, leaning against the car door.
"Alright, have a safe journey," the little girl approached her and embraced her in a hug. "Remember our agreement. I'll be waiting for you. Oh, and don't forget to keep your hair long."
"I promise!" Kate tapped her forehead playfully and gave her a kiss. "I'm off now."
With that, she entered the taxi waved her hand and the vehicle drove away. Angela kept her gaze fixed on the departing taxi before finally looking away.
She turned to Mr. Gerald with an apologetic smile. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."
"It's alright. Let's go inside," Mr. Gerald said softly, his voice filled with reassurance.
As Angela strolled across the lawn, her mind wandered aimlessly. She pondered the question that had been nagging at her during the plane ride.
What did she truly desire?
Was it possible that four decades of life hadn't provided her with any clarity? Or had her eight years of isolation and subsequent eleven years as a girl caused her to regress?
The young girl let out a self-deprecating chuckle, gently touched her forehead, and let out a sigh.
"Is something bothering you?" Mr. Gerald inquired suddenly, as they continued their walk.
"Just a few things, but they aren't significant matters. Thank you, but there's no need for you to worry about me," Angela replied, mustering a smile.
Some things were better left unspoken.
Even if she were to express them, nobody would believe her. For individuals who adhere to a Western perspective, where logic and science reign supreme, the only plausible explanation for such phenomena would be delusion or schizophrenia.
So, if she wanted to avoid spending her entire life in a psychiatric institution it was best to keep those thoughts to herself.
But on another note, isn't it rather disheartening that someone nearing the age of fifty still hasn't discovered their life's purpose? Angela shrugged her petite nose, teasing herself and redirected her thoughts to Aunt Rowling.
She resolved not to meddle with her creative process. Even though she longed to witness a different version of《Harry Potter》from her previous life, who could guarantee that the altered edition would achieve the same success? Thus, for the sake of Aunt Rowling, she relinquished that idea.
Of course, she could offer financial assistance and aid in publishing, but if《Harry Potter》were to be adapted into a movie in the future, would it impact the casting?
After all, some of the main characters should have already been born in this world. Hopefully, her butterfly effect hadn't disrupted their existence, particularly that of Miss "Hermione."
Engrossed in her thoughts, Angela entered the grand mansion. The family members were engaged in conversation in the hallway, and upon spotting her return Elena stood up and embraced her with a touch of excitement. "Oh, Chris, you're finally back."
"Alright, Mom, I'm back. See? I'm perfectly fine. Just as I said, nothing happened," Angela reassured her. Perhaps due to nearing the age of fifty, being lifted in front of so many relatives brought a tinge of embarrassment to her cheeks.
Unaware of her daughter's thoughts, Elena swiftly set her down. The young girl proceeded to greet her father, grandfather, uncles, and aunts one by one until her gaze landed on the couple seated on the couch.
"Mr. Watson, Mrs. Watson," Angela exclaimed, taken aback.
"Hey, Angie," the couple on the couch greeted her in unison.
"What a pleasant surprise! Have you returned from your vacation in France?" While Angela exchanged greetings with the couple, her eyes were captivated by the one-year-old baby girl in Mrs. Watson's arms, happily blowing bubbles.
Sharing a knowing smile, the couple responded, and Mrs. Watson promptly lifted the baby girl. Facing the little girl, Angela clapped her hands and beamed, saying, "Hello, Xiao Xia, do you remember me?"
The baby girl, nibbling on her own hand, gazed at Angela with wide eyes and let out a gleeful squeal, reaching out her tiny hand to grab onto her.
"Wow, Angie, it seems like Xiao Xia recognizes you," Mrs. Watson exclaimed, amazed.
"So, can I..." Angela's hopeful expression turned towards Mrs. Watson.
Mrs. Watson smiled warmly and handed Xiao Xia over to her. The little girl carefully cradled Xiao Xia in her arms and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my, she's quite heavy."
This innocent remark elicited laughter from everyone present. Angela, slightly embarrassed, joined in the laughter and playfully nibbled on Xiao Xia's chubby cheek. Xiao Xia appeared delighted in Angela's embrace, waving her hands and even attempting to grasp Angela's face, causing even more laughter to fill the room.
At that moment, a thought struck Angela, and she looked up at Mrs. Watson. "Does Xiao Xia have an official name now?"
"Indeed," Mrs. Watson nodded. "After discussing it with my husband, we've chosen the name Emma."
"Emma?" Angela repeated, her voice tinged with surprise.
"Yes, Emma Charlotte Watson. E-m-m-a-C-h-a-r-l-o-t-t-e-W-a-t-s-o-n," Mrs. Watson spelled it out, letter by letter.
"What a lovely name," Angela complimented. However, a wave of shock washed over her, freezing her entire body. Emma... Emma Watson?! Could this be some kind of joke? I just spoke to the Magical Mom this afternoon!
Suddenly, Angela felt a moist sensation on her ear. To her surprise, the baby girl had wrapped her little arms around Angela's neck and was nibbling on her ear.
"Hey, hey, Emma, that's not very sanitary." Startled, Angela quickly tilted her head to the side prompting the excited little one to clap her hands and burst into a fit of laughter.
Helpless and frustrated, Angela gazed at the baby girl in her arms. Could it really be you? Miss Hermione Granger?
The plane finally stabilized after a turbulent period. Kate seated in her chair breathed a sigh of relief as she rubbed her head. The rush of hailing a taxi and making it onto the plane just in time had been quite exhilarating, like a scene from a movie unfolding before her eyes. It was an exciting experience.
As a flight attendant approached, inquiring about drink preferences Kate declined and shook her head. She then turned to Angela, who had been gazing absentmindedly out the window, lost in her thoughts.
"Hey, Angie, is everything alright?" Kate asked, her voice filled with concern.
Angela snapped out of her reverie, momentarily startled. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she replied absentmindedly, shaking her head.
"Do you want something to drink then?" Kate inquired once again, trying to engage her.
It was only then that Angela noticed the flight attendant standing in the aisle. She sighed softly and responded, "Just a glass of water, please."
After receiving the water from the flight attendant, Angela took a sip and placed the glass on the small tray table in front of her. She continued to gaze outside, lost in her thoughts as the sky gradually darkened.
Kate sensed that Angela had something weighing heavily on her mind. Was it related to their encounter with Joanne Rowling earlier? She wanted to ask, but a sudden hesitation gripped her. The events of last night lingered in her thoughts, causing her to pause. However, she couldn't let that stop her from being there for Angela.
With a reassuring pat on the little girl's shoulder, Kate spoke up, "Angie, if there's something bothering you, you can always talk to me about it."
Angela turned to face Kate, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty. "Is it that obvious?"
"Of course, dear. It's written all over your face," a gentle smile formed on Kate's lips as she lightly brushed the hair away from Angela's forehead. However, midway through the gesture, she pulled her hand back involuntarily, a hint of apprehension in her eyes.
However, Angela didn't notice any of this. She continued to reflect aloud, her voice filled with introspection. "Because of Mrs. Rowling, it made me think about many things—things I hadn't contemplated before or deliberately avoided."
"What kind of things?" Kate asked, her curiosity piqued. She felt a mix of relief and curiosity, wondering what Angela had on her mind.
"You know, Kate, there are many aspects of my life that I haven't given serious consideration or fully committed to. Whether it's acting in movies, writing scripts, or releasing EPs, it always felt like I was doing them for fun or other reasons. Except for when I was younger and genuinely dedicated myself to music and drawing because I enjoyed them. But when it comes to anything else, I always seem somewhat absent-minded," Angela whispered, her gaze drifting upwards to the ceiling of the cabin.
"Oh my God, what on earth is going on in that little head of yours?" Kate chuckled, finding Angela's thoughts both amusing and surprising.
"You're only 11 years old, Angie. It's still the time to play and explore different things. And let me remind you, you were amazing in《The Parent Trap.》My classmates couldn't stop praising your acting, and your singing talent is undeniable. Your EP even sold well in the UK. Trust me, there aren't many talented young girls like you. I'm actually a bit jealous."
Angela sighed, her voice tinged with a hint of pessimism. "But, Kate, I only take acting seriously because of my contract with the film company. It's more about fulfilling a responsibility than pursuing a genuine passion. I've always felt uncertain about what I truly want to do. It's that intense and genuine desire, like what Ms. Rowling has for writing that I haven't discovered yet."
"Angie, do you know? You're only 11 years old. Life has just begun for you. You don't need to burden yourself with such thoughts and worries. There's plenty of time ahead for you to explore and discover what truly ignites your passion. You don't have to figure it all out now. Just enjoy being young!" Kate expressed her concern, furrowing her brows slightly, but respecting Angela's perspective.
Angela murmured, "I'm already an adult," before shaking her head and redirecting the conversation. "You're right, Kate. Let's not dwell on this topic anymore, okay? We have plenty of exciting adventures ahead of us, so let's focus on the present and enjoy the journey."
"Are you sure?" Kate stared at her for a moment, contemplating Angela's words. "Alright, but I suggest you talk to your father about it. He's the best person to guide you through these thoughts and uncertainties."
"I will," Angela nodded, appreciating Kate's advice. She then leaned forward and embraced Kate tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. "Thank you, Kate. You're always there for me."
Kate smiled, her warmth radiating as she caressed Angela's hair and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "My dear, this is what sisters do. We support each other no matter what. You can always count on me."
As Angela lifted her head from Kate's embrace, her green eyes sparkled with newfound determination. "Kate, how about we go to Hollywood together?"
"Hollywood? Why?" Kate asked, taken aback by the sudden suggestion.
"You like making movies, don't you? Hollywood is the world's largest film production center, offering countless opportunities. And the best part is, we'll be there together. If you're willing to come, I can write scripts for you," Angela enticed, her voice filled with excitement.
Kate chuckled, playfully teasing her, "I don't have your natural talent for acting, you know."
The little girl pouted, pretending to be offended. "Oh, stop teasing me. Acting skills can be developed through practice. Even in the United States, you can go to Broadway and showcase your talent on stage."
"But Angie, I'm still attending school. I can't just leave Cambridge and risk getting expelled for not earning enough credits, can I?" Kate pointed out, unaware of Angela's tightening grip on her hand.
"Then... how about you come during the summer vacation? University summer breaks are usually longer, and it won't be a problem to take a day or two off," Angela pleaded. "Come to Los Angeles this summer and visit me, okay?"
"Alright, alright, I promise," Kate couldn't resist Angela's enthusiasm and reluctantly agreed.
"I love you, Kate," Angela exclaimed in joy and planted a kiss on Kate's cheek.
...
On a rare moonlit night in the British Isles, the dimly lit Flint House stood out against the bright moonlight. As Angela stepped out of the taxi, she couldn't help but gaze up at the captivating moon and take a deep breath.
"Did you have a good time?" Mr. Gerald, taking Angela's backpack from Kate asked with a smile.
"It was alright. I enjoyed my time there," Angela smiled, quickly retrieving her backpack and then turning to Kate. "Are you heading back to London, Kate?"
"Of course, dear. I'm not as adventurous as you," Kate teased, leaning against the car door.
"Alright, have a safe journey," the little girl approached her and embraced her in a hug. "Remember our agreement. I'll be waiting for you. Oh, and don't forget to keep your hair long."
"I promise!" Kate tapped her forehead playfully and gave her a kiss. "I'm off now."
With that, she entered the taxi waved her hand and the vehicle drove away. Angela kept her gaze fixed on the departing taxi before finally looking away.
She turned to Mr. Gerald with an apologetic smile. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."
"It's alright. Let's go inside," Mr. Gerald said softly, his voice filled with reassurance.
As Angela strolled across the lawn, her mind wandered aimlessly. She pondered the question that had been nagging at her during the plane ride.
What did she truly desire?
Was it possible that four decades of life hadn't provided her with any clarity? Or had her eight years of isolation and subsequent eleven years as a girl caused her to regress?
The young girl let out a self-deprecating chuckle, gently touched her forehead, and let out a sigh.
"Is something bothering you?" Mr. Gerald inquired suddenly, as they continued their walk.
"Just a few things, but they aren't significant matters. Thank you, but there's no need for you to worry about me," Angela replied, mustering a smile.
Some things were better left unspoken.
Even if she were to express them, nobody would believe her. For individuals who adhere to a Western perspective, where logic and science reign supreme, the only plausible explanation for such phenomena would be delusion or schizophrenia.
So, if she wanted to avoid spending her entire life in a psychiatric institution it was best to keep those thoughts to herself.
But on another note, isn't it rather disheartening that someone nearing the age of fifty still hasn't discovered their life's purpose? Angela shrugged her petite nose, teasing herself and redirected her thoughts to Aunt Rowling.
She resolved not to meddle with her creative process. Even though she longed to witness a different version of《Harry Potter》from her previous life, who could guarantee that the altered edition would achieve the same success? Thus, for the sake of Aunt Rowling, she relinquished that idea.
Of course, she could offer financial assistance and aid in publishing, but if《Harry Potter》were to be adapted into a movie in the future, would it impact the casting?
After all, some of the main characters should have already been born in this world. Hopefully, her butterfly effect hadn't disrupted their existence, particularly that of Miss "Hermione."
Engrossed in her thoughts, Angela entered the grand mansion. The family members were engaged in conversation in the hallway, and upon spotting her return Elena stood up and embraced her with a touch of excitement. "Oh, Chris, you're finally back."
"Alright, Mom, I'm back. See? I'm perfectly fine. Just as I said, nothing happened," Angela reassured her. Perhaps due to nearing the age of fifty, being lifted in front of so many relatives brought a tinge of embarrassment to her cheeks.
Unaware of her daughter's thoughts, Elena swiftly set her down. The young girl proceeded to greet her father, grandfather, uncles, and aunts one by one until her gaze landed on the couple seated on the couch.
"Mr. Watson, Mrs. Watson," Angela exclaimed, taken aback.
"Hey, Angie," the couple on the couch greeted her in unison.
"What a pleasant surprise! Have you returned from your vacation in France?" While Angela exchanged greetings with the couple, her eyes were captivated by the one-year-old baby girl in Mrs. Watson's arms, happily blowing bubbles.
Sharing a knowing smile, the couple responded, and Mrs. Watson promptly lifted the baby girl. Facing the little girl, Angela clapped her hands and beamed, saying, "Hello, Xiao Xia, do you remember me?"
The baby girl, nibbling on her own hand, gazed at Angela with wide eyes and let out a gleeful squeal, reaching out her tiny hand to grab onto her.
"Wow, Angie, it seems like Xiao Xia recognizes you," Mrs. Watson exclaimed, amazed.
"So, can I..." Angela's hopeful expression turned towards Mrs. Watson.
Mrs. Watson smiled warmly and handed Xiao Xia over to her. The little girl carefully cradled Xiao Xia in her arms and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my, she's quite heavy."
This innocent remark elicited laughter from everyone present. Angela, slightly embarrassed, joined in the laughter and playfully nibbled on Xiao Xia's chubby cheek. Xiao Xia appeared delighted in Angela's embrace, waving her hands and even attempting to grasp Angela's face, causing even more laughter to fill the room.
At that moment, a thought struck Angela, and she looked up at Mrs. Watson. "Does Xiao Xia have an official name now?"
"Indeed," Mrs. Watson nodded. "After discussing it with my husband, we've chosen the name Emma."
"Emma?" Angela repeated, her voice tinged with surprise.
"Yes, Emma Charlotte Watson. E-m-m-a-C-h-a-r-l-o-t-t-e-W-a-t-s-o-n," Mrs. Watson spelled it out, letter by letter.
"What a lovely name," Angela complimented. However, a wave of shock washed over her, freezing her entire body. Emma... Emma Watson?! Could this be some kind of joke? I just spoke to the Magical Mom this afternoon!
Suddenly, Angela felt a moist sensation on her ear. To her surprise, the baby girl had wrapped her little arms around Angela's neck and was nibbling on her ear.
"Hey, hey, Emma, that's not very sanitary." Startled, Angela quickly tilted her head to the side prompting the excited little one to clap her hands and burst into a fit of laughter.
Helpless and frustrated, Angela gazed at the baby girl in her arms. Could it really be you? Miss Hermione Granger?
