Disclaimer: Hogwarts and all things magical belong entirely to the amazing J. K. Rowling! :D I'm just borrowing.
P.S I lied a bit when i put language as English. There's a bit of French in here but there's nothing particularly important that I haven't already translated :)
It was the 1st of September.
Now to any ordinary person, this would be just another ordinary day. Slightly damp from the overnight rain with just the right amount of untrustworthy looking clouds drifting ominously across the sky to give it the proper London feel.
But Katarina Aurel was most certainly not ordinary. Katarina Aurel was a Witch and the 1st of September was the first day of her fourth year at Hogwarts. Unsurprisingly, she hadn't slept much the night before and was up with the first signs of light, pulling on her favourite blue sweater and a pair of jeans. Barely stopping to pull a brush through her tangle of early morning hair, shoulder length and dishwater blonde, getting slightly browner every year. She took one quick look at her unusually tidy room; old, tan trunk packed tight sitting patiently by the door, cluttered dresser against the wall facing the jumble of pillows and duvet that made up her double bed and a squeaky, high backed chair set at an angle to her window; a tall pile of books teetering dangerously on the sill. Her brows drew together slightly, an unattractive pout pulling at her lips. If only she could bring all her books. But unfortunately one must make sacrifices in life, and her trunk was already chock full of everything else she needed for the year.
"Katarina! Mikael!" Her mother called from the room below, her once heavy French accent barely noticeable after six years back in London. "Bring down your things mes chéris, you do not wish to be late!"
"Tout suite maman!" Came an excited call from across the hall, followed quickly by the sound of a large object being dragged hurriedly out of her little brother's bedroom. He had been so excited to receive the invitation to Hogwarts, it was practically unheard of for two muggle-born wizards to crop up on the same street, let alone in the same family. It was his first year and Katarina couldn't help but grin as she watched him pull his trunk down the hallway towards the stairs, his face beaming despite the difficult task. She was so happy for him, years spent watching her walk through the pillar at platform 9 and ¾ , knowing he might never be allowed through and now, finally it was his turn.
"Hey, hey Kael! Let me help you with that!" Katarina cried, brought out of her thoughts by the loud thump of her brother's trunk as it hit the first stair, sending a small puff of dust spiralling upwards. He turned with a sheepish grin as she rushed down the hall, arms out to grab the end of the trunk.
"Thanks Kat, I'll help you with yours too if you want." He turned back to face down the stairs as they started moving again, holding tight to the handle behind his back.
"Sure, thanks."
"Could you two move any slower?" their father's voice tsked from behind.
"What like this?" Katarina smirked, slowing down to a snail's pace, jerking Mikael back a bit before he caught on.
"So funny darling." Came their father's snort as he reached over Katarina's shoulder to pick up the trunk, pulling poor Mikael back once again before sliding past them down the stairs.
"I try, I try" Katarina grinned, helping her brother up before turning back down the hall to fetch her own belongings.
"Wait up I'll help!" Mikael called, scrambling back up the stairs on all fours.
"Ok, grab my wand off the chair would you? I can get the rest." She replied, wrapping her arms underneath the trunk and heaving it up while her brother went to fetch her wand. If only she could do magic outside of school. It would make her life so much easier she thought, glaring at the worn leather that blocked the majority of her view. Despite her doubts to the contrary the trunk and its owner made the trip downstairs in one piece before the former was dumped unceremoniously onto the wooden living room floor. Katarina threw it one last distasteful glance before turning to Mikael who stood on the bottom step, swishing her wand back and forth as if fighting off invisible enemies.
"Merci Monsieur Aurel" Katarina smiled, taking the wand from him before placing a kiss on his unruly gold hair.
"Pas de problem mademoiselle" he replied before running off at the sight of their mother placing two plates covered with bacon, eggs and an omelette each on the table.
' Mm j'ai faim! ' (Mm I'm hungry)
'Tu es toujours faim Kael' his sister replied. (You are always hungry Kael)
Mikael paused only long enough to stick out his tongue at her before digging into the eggs, yolk dribbling down his chin and dripping back onto his plate.
"EW, eat with your mouth closed" Katarina squirmed as she joined him at the table.
"Jamais!" he grinned, (Never!) only making the situation worse. Luckily their mother re-entered the living room at that point, her husband in tow and they joined the children at the table.
"Now remember chéri" Their mother addressed her youngest child as she stole a piece of bacon off Katarina's plate. "It is not wise to go speaking French at your new school, they speak only English there, it is not the same as before." (Both Katarina and Mikael had attended an international school after moving back from France at the ages of 8 and 5. Mikael had lived in France his whole life, whereas Katarina was born in London and had only moved there just before her brother was born. They were fluent in both languages but Mikael had always preferred to speak in French.)
"I understand maman."
"Bien" She smiled, taking a bite of the stolen bacon. "We'll go put your things in the car, don't take too long eating. "
"Oh and don't forget that blasted cat of yours Katarina" Her father scowled as he headed towards the door with her trunk.
"I'll find her once I've finished" she replied between mouthfuls of egg wrapped in bacon and omelet.
Aurora had the oddest habit of disappearing the night before Katarina left each year, but she always turned up sometime in the morning. Probably just saying goodbye to her cat friends she decided, finishing up her plate and dumping it in the sink.
"Come on Kael we'll be late." Katarina called grabbing her coat and wand off the couch before heading out the door to join her parents. A muffled "I'm coming!" following her outside.
Hope you guys liked it! Sorry about all the French I just wanted to make them a bit different :) Would love some reviews to help me make it better!
I know it's a bit of a boring chapter but I wanted to set things up a bit. :)
Spoiler: Albus Potter will be joining us next chapter :D probably from his POV, so yeah, stick around :))