The new term starts. Life goes on like it usually does.
Until April starts.
Because no-one knows my birthday, they'll ask when it is, and when the day comes, they'll say; "hey, is it your birthday?"
And make a big fuss over me. I don't want that. I just want a quiet day with myself.
Because my birthday is a Friday this year, I've got classes. I like it better on the weekends because then I can just let myself be alone, and have a 'me' day.
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Time skip because I'm lazy
It's now the 23rd of April, and I am turning 11 tomorrow.
Yep. 11.
Agh! I can't believe it! I'm turning 11! Unless something happens and I don't turn 11 and I'm stuck being 10 for the rest of my life.
I don't think anything will happen.
But who knows.
Anything could happen.
I lie on my bed because it's after dinner and my homework is complete. I sigh and stare at the ceiling.
"You don't realise you're doing it."
"Wha- huh?"
"You're sighing," says Birdy. "You must be thinking about something."
"Well of course I'm thinking about something. I'm always thinking."
"And that, my friend, is why you came to Hogwarts early."
"Whatever." I take a book and read.
"Typical."
I pretend to ignore her and keep reading. Even though I'm still thinking.
It's my birthday tomorrow. It's. My. Birthday.
Tomorrow.
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The next morning I wake up and pretend everything is normal.
I'm up a lot earlier than usual too, which makes Birdy a little suspicious.
"Good morning," she stifles through a yawn. "Why are you up so early?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"But you can always sleep. You sleep in the longest I have ever known."
"I don't know. I just couldn't sleep."
"Fair enough."
I brush my hair and tie it into a nice bun. It looks quite nice with my fringe.
Ha! I never told you guys I had a fringe!
Or 'bangs' as they call them in the USA.
I swing my bag over my shoulder and sigh.
"You're still doing it," she says.
"Am I? Oh, I didn't notice. Sorry."
We walk down to the Great Hall for breakfast, where there is masses of french toast lined up down the tables.
I can't believe it! My favourite breakfast on my birthday! Someone must have known.
I sit down and take a few slices.
"Geez, is there something wrong with you?"
I look around. It's Birdy speaking.
"How do you mean?"
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The Quiet One
FanfictionThe sequel to Dear Diary! It's okay if you haven't read that, but it does help with details! April Finnigan, daughter of Sydney McVeitch, is a witch, on her way to Hogwarts. She lives through 5 years of schooling, and then something happens she di...
