Hello reader,

First of all thank you for stopping by :) I hope you have a lovely time reading. I don't have a beta but I have edited this to my best potential. Secondly; This is my first fanfic I have posted online. Just saying.

EVERYTHING BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING. EXCEPT FOR THE BRANDONS. THEY ARE MINE. ^.^

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"I'm home!" I said, collapsing into the old Victorian arm chair, dumping my bag on to the oak floors.

"Vivianna is that you?" Asked mother from the stairs, an old fading pink night gown wrapped around her, and strands of blond hair cascading down her back. I pulled up a hand in acknowledgement.

"Night, Mum, love you." I said, trudging past her up the stairs, and kissing her on the cheek.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes as I let my dark hair fall down my back, releasing it from the torturous pointy pins.

I rubbed the little makeup I had on and brushed my teeth.

Fifteen minutes later, my face free from makeup and feeling squeaky clean, I collapsed into my welcoming bed, and drifted off to sleep.

I sat in one of the chairs of Snape's classroom, a blank sheet of parchment sat on the desk and my quill sat still in my hand.

I looked at myself, my hair was tied into a long side plait the usual style I opted for. My uniform was wrinkled and a shiny badge sat crookedly on my jumper.

I was looking blankly at the sheets of blank parchment which read POTIONS EXAM 2014, Vivianna Lilly Brandon. My answer page was blank and I just stared at Weasley Twin's quills, which raced across their parchment.

BEEP...

Beep...

BEEP...

"YOU KNOW WHAT? Stuff THIS EXAM!" I said, suddenly screamed and giving the bird to Professor Snape. My chair squecked along the floorboards. I gasped, my hand covering my mouth at what I had just said.

Beep...

Snape walked up to me slowly and pointed at the badge on my jumper and ripped it off, I whimpered. CRAP! "DETENTION FOR YOU, MISS BRANDON, FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR! Tuesday, my office." Said Snape looking down the crook of his nose.

Beep...

Fred, one of the Weasley twins, winked at me and blew a kiss.

Suddenly the room distorted.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP...

"Gahhh! What?!-" I screamed as I fell off my bed onto the floor boards, landing on my bottom.

What was wrong with my dreams lately, why were they full of me failing exams? And, Fred?
Maybe I should take them seriously; the dreams, maybe I was going to fail my exams.

I looked over to the muggle alarm clock. Really?

7:37

I ran out of my room, my arms flapping all over the place as I sprinted down the hallway to the bathroom. Grabbing the brush from the counter I frantically brushed through my much too long hair, "Stuipid...damn...hair..." I muttered to myself. I made a mental note to cut it before I returned to school.

I grabbed my toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste on it, rushing into my eleven-soon-to-be-twelve year old brother's room, "Wake up peter! Wake up, go down stairs and have breakfast." I said softly, my mouth full of toothpaste, which I'm sure, was a incredibly beautiful sight.

"MORNING MOTHER! FATHER! BROTHER!" I sang as I danced down the stairs and across to the kitchen. My father looked up from the Daily Prophet and greeted me with a smile, "Vivianna, grab an umbrella, it's raining, have a good day at work!" She said to my father and I, while she threw a muesli bar at me, handy things they were. Despite not having an ounce of magic in them Muggles got along just fine without it.

I caught it perfectly, and thanked my mother, flicking briefly through the mail on the marble kitchen counter, I smiled as I spotted a familiar cream parchment wax sealed letter from Hogwarts addressed to Peter.

Peter waved at me and continued eating his eggs, I dashed out to the living room remembering that I needed my bag and a coat.

I shrugged my red coat over my cream sweater and chucked on some plain white tennis shoes. I paused in front of the mirror by the hall. I had on a cream knit sweater, faded skinny jeans and white tennis shoes, on top I had a red cashmere coat. Was there too much white? I asked myself. I shrugged. All well, 'better too much white' then 'late for work'.

My father chucked a handful of green powder into the living room's fire and a mass of green flames erupted.
"Bye dad!" I said, as I opened the front door and grabbed a black umbrella.
My father worked at The Ministry Of Magic as Head of the Foreign Affairs Department, while I worked in a muggle restaurant in the 'hub' of London. I looked down at my watch and quickened my pace, I'd be really late, my shift started at 8:15. Hopefully they'd be able to hold up.

My father was one of the last descendants of the Black family, all whom had died but he and his little brother. He had curly jet black hair and dark hazel eyes towering at a height of 6 feet and 4 inches tall. He met my mother when the Triwizard Tournament was hosted at her school, Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic.
Before the First Wizarding World War occurred, and after they graduated, they eloped; without my grandparents consent, and ran off to America. We lived in America until I was four and then we moved back to England and changed our last name, because by that time most of my Father's side was either in prison or dead.
Let's just say that my Father's side weren't the most nicest witches and wizards around, especially during the war.

My mother was French, and a half Veela, making my brother and I a quarter Veela. My mother had long straight silvery blonde hair, she was quite tall, though not as tall as my father.
She had lightening sapphire blue eyes, and the warmest smile you would ever see.

I had inherited my father's hair colour while my mother's hair texture and eyes, my brother on the other hand was the opposite.
Peter had blonde unruly locks of curly hair and the same dark hazel eyes of my father.

I attended Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school which my brother longed to attend and would attend, seeing as he had just it his acceptance letter.

I sighed and hurried along the bustling wet streets.
Climbing the damp stairs of the muggle train system. I clicked my card along the pad and the little gate opened. The subway was busy and full of modern Londoners.

Ten minutes later I stood in front of an empty restaurant, and a locked glass door displaying a sign; CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. I stared at it.

I groaned as I remembered last night's staff meeting.
The shop was closed due the fact that my boss, Martin, had gambled away his money. On horses or something like it, apparently muggles betted on horses that raced against one another.

Great.

I pulled out iphone, a safety precaution from my father that quote "Blended in with the Muggles," when I had began working in the shop. I mean it wouldn't be easy to explain if I pulled out a wand and started casting spells, and then of course if I did happen to start casting spells out in the public eye; I hadn't got my license to do any magic yet, so I would be arrested.

I called my mother, explaining what had happened and asking if there was anything she needed from the grocery.

I pulled my coat tightly around myself, by now the rain had stopped leaving the ground dangerously wet, well at least for me. I could literally not walk across a flat surface without causing injury to, if not me, than others around me.

After walking aimlessly around the square for ten minutes, I decided to go to a nearby Muggle cafe were you could buy books and read them there. Reading was one of the things I enjoyed and used to pass time. I had decided spend some time there before heading to the grocery, then get to the closest portal to a gate way to Diagon Alley and find a congratulation gift for Peter on his acceptance to Hogwarts. I was quite the bookworm something my father often teased me about.

I hoped up the small step to the cafe and opened the door, the bell giving a small jingle as I did.
An aroma of hot chocolate and coffee hit my face.
I ordered a hot drink and paid the lady at the counter. The place was neat, the walls were a pale green and the ceiling decorated with what muggles called 'Art Deco' style engravings. In the front of the room round white tables sat in the middle, while long brown wooden benches with matching seats on both sides of the benches were placed strategically around the lot of tables and chairs in the middle. A few steps led up to the back of the room where shelves upon shelves, books were neatly stacked.

I browsed around before selecting a book from the 'Classics section' and slid into a bench seat.

Quietly I read, it was fascinating how muggle love stories unfolded.

As I reached the tenth chapter, I felt a tingle in my hands. Setting the book down I slid out of the bench chucking my disposable cardboard cup in the bin. I followed my senses and ended up in at the very back shelves of the book shop. I peered through the gaps, my eyes meeting a boy's navy cardigan clad back. A book the boy must have been holding, snapped shut as he turned around to face me. I slid down the shelf in embarrassment that I had been caught staring.
I peeked out at the boy. He was still there.

After a few minutes of waiting for him to go away I realized that he wasn't going to budge I decidedly to get up and be the bigger person, after all that was what Leanne who had previously been my co-worker had said; it was all about being bold these days. I would make the first move. Slowly I stood up meeting again with familiar forest green eyes. We walked together to the end of the shelves, stealing nervous glances at one another through the gaps between the books on the shelves. It was just like on one of the Muggle movies my friend Stephanie had taken me too. Where the girl and boy that had never met each other before but attended the same school an had met at the school's library and fallen in love, except this wasn't the school library it was a café where you read books and we probably weren't going to fall in love, maybe.

We reached the end of the aisle and both stopped and turned.

OMGOSHHHHHHHHHHHHH... FIRST CHAPTER! I've already written ten chapters so don't worry. I'll be uploading the next chapter once I finish the eleventh chapter. ;) PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL MEH WHATCHA THINK. The reason for writting this other than the idea sticking me was because I am...well... I may have a tiny teeny crush on the Weasley twins... lol Review if you want to... you know the option is there... you don't have to, but it would be great if you did... and I don't know maybe you'll get a...suprise... ^.^ THANKS FOR READING. This is also on Wattpad.

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