There was a knock on the door of the room I shared with my twin brother, Louis. Victoire peeped through the crack.
"Ever heard of a little thing called knocking?" asked Louis from where he was perched on the windowsill reading Pranks 101. I rolled my eyes.
"I did knock," said Victoire sulkily. "Anyways, we're going over to Uncle Harry's for a bit while Maman and Dad go to work. Me and Teddy will look after you."
"C'mon," I grinned, quickly stuffing some Canary Creams (I mean, annoying James alert), my Defence Against the Dark Arts essay and a couple of books into my bag. Maman hated how English I was (and also I didn't look a bit like her!). I had long, perfectly straight dark gold hair with red highlights and a thick fringe, wide, grey, gold-flecked eyes, a pale complexion and cherry-red lips. She also hates the bar I have across one ear. Oh well.
Louis grabbed his bag and we shot down the stairs. Anything was better than being bored to death in our room, even being bullied by James.
"Alright, kids, grab some Floo Powder, we'll see you later - and don't kill your cousins!" joked Dad. Maman immediately glided in for a kiss.
"Maman," I huffed, scrubbing at the damp patch on my cheek. "It's not as if we're going to time travel or anything!"