Beep, beep, beep, beep, my alarm clock goes annoyingly. I reach over and slap the snooze button, not wanting to get up.
"Wake up, Stace!" my brother Carson shouts at me. "Just five more minutes!" I beg him. I am not much of a morning person. "Nope, mum says you need to get up now! We need to go run some errands today, and she wants to get them done early!" God, I hate him sometimes, I think to myself. "Ugh, fine. Give me ten minutes to get ready," I tell him through the inch of wood that is my bedroom door.
I slide out of bed, the covers wrapped around me like a cocoon. I detangle my sheets from ten-year-old body. The morning light floods through my window, blinding me.
I walk over to my wardrobe to pick out my outfit. I select a pale gray short-sleeved t-shirt and distressed denim jeans. I pull the shirt over my head and tangle my hair even more. Sighing, I walk over to my dresser to brush my hair out.
By the time I am downstairs, everyone else is nearly done with their eggs and toast. Still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumble over to my place at the kitchen table where my untouched plate is.
"Did you guys get the post yet?" I ask. "No, could you get it?" my mother asks me. "Sure," I answer. Getting up, I walk over to the front door and open it. A single owl flies in, holding a letter. How peculiar, I think. I thank the postmaster as I take the letters from his outstretched hand.
I walk over to the owl slowly, not wanting to frighten it. It sticks out its leg, apparently trying to hand it to me. I take the letter, opening the closed door again to let it out of the house again. However, it doesn't leave. It nods its head towards my letter. I get the message, walking down the hallway and opening the letter as I walk.
"What's that?" Carson asks me as I reenter the kitchen. "I dunno, I wish I knew," I replied as I pulled out the parchment inside. I read aloud,
"Dear Ms. Redmond, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September first. We await your owl by no later than July thirty-first. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress."
I keep the supply list to myself, however, since the look on his face is incredulous. "You, a witch?" he asks. "Yeah, I guess so," I reply. "Well, we had better head out to wherever you purchase school supplies," my mother says. I had forgotten that she was still there. "Okay," I say.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sorry if this first chapter seemed a bit all over the place, it's currently pretty late and I don't have much time to edit. I hope that you guys enjoyed it, though.
Peace out,
Stephanie
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FanfictionStacie Redmond, a muggle-born, has met a handsome yet mysterious boy, but one night every month he disappears. Where could he be going? One night, she finds out, but not in the way she would have expected. Hogwarts was supposed to be a place that...
