The Things a Friend can do for You
This is my new story. I came up with this when I was supposed to be taking notes in A.P. European history. BORING… anyhooo… I had fun with these first few chapters. Tell me if you have any questions. Enjoy!!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything but Jurney, Justice and June-Perry and their families. Everything else is J.K. Rowlings!
Chapter 1
The House of June-Perry and Atilia Walters
713 West Bradfurd Dr.
London England
"Aaiiii!!" A scream shot through the large house.
"J.P. WALTERS, GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
A door slammed and a thirteen year old girl tiptoed around the corner. Her long layered dark hair swished around her middle back. Her big cat-like eyes gleamed mischievously as she peered into the room.
"AHA" The peering girl jumped as someone in the room rounded angrily on her.
"June-Perry Lane Walters you are soooo dead. Don't even think you can get away this time."
"God Tilia," June-Perry laughed, "Do you really think your mindless threats mean anything to me?"
"J.P. I am your older sister and your official guardian. I am a twenty-two year old which, nearly ten years your senior. You owe me some respect."
"Come on Tilia," J.P. scoffed, "I am not going to respect someone who treats me like a seven year old. I am thirteen. By the way, can't you take a joke? I was just kidding around with you." Her tone of voice changed to a more sarcastic pitch.
"You know, I guess I was just so excited about tomorrow. God I just can't wait to go to Hogwarts. Ya, I really wanted to leave the Americas to come to England and go to some stuck up school where I don't know anyone! I didn't want to leave. I was happy with my friends. But you, you were SO stupid and selfish that you didn't even care. 'It doesn't matter what J.P. wants. I only care about myself' SELFISH BRAT!" She spat out.
Tilia looked taken back. She blinked a few times to try to keep her eyes from tearing. Suddenly, she straightened up and smoothed out her face, leaving only a black expression.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I suggest that you get over it though. We are here now and we are not moving."
She turned to leave and J.P. opened her mouth to snap.
"Oh," Tilia said, turning back around, "You might want to fix your attitude and your temper before you go to Hogwarts. They will not take it well. May I remind you that we will be leaving our house at precisely 9:30?"
With that, she walked briskly out of the room.
J.P. stifled a sob, glared down the hallway and flopped down onto her coach.