You threw the stone sideways over the little lake, you lived by. It landed on the water three times, then sank to the sandy bottom. You sat down in the shoreline, and folded your legs tightly to your chest. The raindrops slowly started falling from the sky, dissolving at the surface of the pond. You looked up into the skies. You were looking forward to beginning at Hogwarts; it was the upcoming Thursday, but you had been thinking about it for weeks and weeks now. The magic school you went to in Norway was somewhat small, being in the outskirts of an unknown village. There were no more than 35 students, and there were only eight people in your grade. You dashed your pink ballet shoe in the water, childishly splashing it around for a while. You stood up, running a hand through your silky purple hair which fluttered in the wind. You turned around, facing an easy breeze form north, and walk to your family's wooden house. It was not as pretentious as the mansion you apparently were to move into when you got to Liverpool, and even though, you had always loved it – sure, it was sort of crooked, the floors was quite uneven and it might have been rather small for a family of four people. But it had treated you well during the years and it was your childhood home. A twisted smile reached your lips, and you gazed at the ground. Your baby brother Michael ran by you, trying to zap his toad with his wand. He was eleven years old, and he was about to start his first year in a magic school, at hogwarts. So far, he had been going to some kind of muggle school in the centre of Oslo. Your father had found it important for him to learn how to read.
- Get back here! I'm not done with you, Michael screamed as he ran by me, still trying to turn his toad into something. – It doesn't work that way, you screamed, adding; - by the way; you can't do that once we get to England, you know. The rules are different around there! Michael ignored your comment and chased his toad into the pond, which resulted in your mother running out of the house. Her hair was in a loose ponytail in the back of her head and she was wearing an apron – Good grace, Michael! Get back here, I told you not to jump in the water! Michaels head appeared on the surface, with a big ear to ear grin. You shook your head with a smile and went into your house. Your father was sitting at the end of your long wooden table, reading an English newspaper. You decided not to bother him with your attendance, and climbed the stairs. You pushed the door to your room open. It was quite small, for a family as rich as yours, but it had never concerned you. The walls were painted in a dark shade of purple, and one of them had an enormous pink anarchist-sign. Your bed was a round madras with a rosy counterpane, and a big amount of fluffy pillows. You closed the door behind you, and started tossing your clothing into a big black bag. You were looking forward to begin your new life at the magic school of Hogwarts.