It was that time again, late summer, time for yet another year Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.Iam going intomy 5th year at Hogwarts, I am almost 16 years old.I braidedmy long black hair in a ponytail behind my head.I looked into the mirror,I was nothing special.Iam around 5ft 6, and on the thin side. Iam marked witha scar that runs along the left side of my mouth,I stroked it and winced with pain. It was there from a stray bludger at aquidditch game in my first year, that was a living nightmare."Ellie, breakfast."my mum called from downstairs.I grabbedmy black Ravenclaw robes and put them on and ran down the attic stairs. My brother older Gabe greeted me by throwing my black cat, Star,at me with a spell. He was in his 7th year in Slytherin. I caught my cat and stroked her calming her from her resent tragady. I cursed my brother under my breath, but of course my mother with her sonic hearing heard me and scolded me all while making oatmeal and washing dishes with her spells. She put a bowl of oatmeal on the table in front of me. I looked at it feeling sick inside. "Food's for eatin' not for lookin' Ellie," my mother said her voice flaring with her irish accent. I simply got up without a word and walked back upstairs to my attic bedroom. My mother rolled her eyes behind me. I finished packing my trunk, put my wand deep into my pocklet, and grabbed Star's traveling cage. We would be leaving for platform 9 3/4 in merely minutes. Ilooked outside, what luck, rain on the first day of school. A tremendous start to a no doubt tremendous year. "Time to go." my father's deep crackley voice called from downstairs. I slowly walked down the stairs, bid my mother goodbye, scooped Star up into her cage and got into the car. My father revved the engine and beeped the horn for Gabe then we were off to the train station.