*Author's note: Nana is pronounced 'nah-nuh", NOT "nan na". Also, she is third generation Korean, and spent part of her childhood in S. Korea, so she uses Korean words occasionaly. Her brother is NIckhun and is 25ish. Hara is third Gen Korean but most likely will not use any Korean words as she has never been there. Hara's parents are very strongly against the occult and anything out of the ordinary, almost Durselyish.*
Nana walked into the kitchen, several envelopes in her hand. She flipped through them aimlessly, seeing if any were for her. Her eyes widened when she saw one. It was even better than a letter for her. It was the letter. This letter was the be all and end all for any young witch in the UK. Her Hogwarts letter had arrived!
"Oppa! It came today!" she squealed to her brother sitting at the table. Nickhun looked up at her and raised an eyebrow at her outburst.
"Is it really a good idea to be screaming right now? If you interrupt their spell work, Mum and Dad won't be happy. They have been working on making sure that that potion brews right for days. I wouldn't be loud if I were you," he warned her, then went back to reading The Prophet.
Nana sighed in disappointment. She hadn't expected Nickhun to be as happy as her, but she did expect more of a reaction than just warning her to be careful and quiet.
"Khun, didn't you ever have fun? Were you ever exciting?" Nana prodded her older brother, hoping that he would share some of his life with her for once.
Khun just doesn't know what fun it is to be loud and full of life, she thought while glaring at him; He thinks that just because he is so boring that everyone else enjoys it, too. I bet he was happy when he got his letter.
"And I don't see why you would be so excited about it," he continued without looking up, "It isn't as though you are a squib," he finished, saying the last word as though it was a spoiled apple he ate. Nana frowned. She didn't have any particular problem with squibs. After all, someone had to clean houses for the people who didn't have a house elf.
She took her letter and shoved the others across the table to him. She went up the stairs to her room. She had her own tower away from the others. It meant that her rooms were not as big as the other rooms in the house, but that instead she had three rooms. She liked having three small separate rooms versus one big room. It gave her room to sort things out.
She was headed to her bedroom. The stairs were nice and even, but had a design in wrought iron that was constantly moving and changing. Her parents had spelled various ares of her rooms when she was little. For some reason, Nana had never grown out of the images from the children's stories of Beedle the Bard on her ceilings and the stairs. The stairs changed images over time, though. When she was little they had been simple and gentlee, suitable for children. As Nana grew older, however, the child images were often interspersed with slightly more mature ones.
She pushed open her door in her excitement, stepping on the face of the young witch from the story of the fountain, Nana could never remember all the names. Her bed looked welcoming with its soft green sheets, warm blankets and fluffy pillows encased in scenes from the Tales. Nana wlaked past her bed, and over to her desk.
She imagined that it looked like any other desk. The forest scenes on the side were from her secret obsession, the stories by the Grimm Brothers. Nana had talked Nickhun into bewitching them to move, and sometimes they showed eyes of the Wolf, other times a path leading to a candy house. Nana had avoided telling her parents baout this, sensing that they would not be too fond of her 'unhealthy obsession with a culture that constanly ridicules our race,' and Nickhun had agreed to keep it a secret. Her parents never came up to her room anyway. Nana looked at the side, which now showed an excerpt from another Muggle storyteller, Hans Andersen, called the Little Mermaid. She thought about what her friends would think of her rooms, and whether the new ones she would make at Hogwarts would think.
The layout of her rooms were confusing to some. Nana kept her desk and sleeping area on the top, her studio at the bottom, and her dressing room in the middle. It helped her organize everything. All of her dance, painting, and piano items went in drawers that lined the mirrored walls of her studio. Any clothes, hair supplies and shoes went around the walls of her bathroom on the second level. Her bed dominated the third level. It was suspended from the ceiling by magic and was a floating heaven.
She put her letter on her desk and looked at the supply list instead. Nana knew that the list meant a trip into Diagon Alley, and wondered who would be taking her. At eleven, she thought she was mature for her age, but was still uncomfortable with going out by herself to the London area. She read the list carefully, thinking about what she already had.
The eleven year old was fairly certain that she already had the robes, as she had gone out to get some with her father the month before.
"I am sure that I must have a hat and cloak around here somewhere," she muttered looking through the scattered cloaks she had thrown around her room. "You would think that I would be better organized with three different rooms, but for some reason I can never get my cloaks downstairs. Maybe they are in the front hall?"
She wandered down to the front hall, thinking about how the other first years would be celebrating now. Hopefully other purebloods would be doing the same as her, otherwise she would be weird.
Muggle-borns are probably fainting, Nana rolled her eyes scornfully.
Hara rolled over and stared at her clock. It said that it was quarter to ten. She supposed that she should get up, but really didn't want to. As soon as she got up, she would probably have chores to do. Then, her parents would remind her that she had studying that she needed to do, otherwise how would she get scholarships? And the weather was supposed to be beautiful today, but she had other things to do.
I bet that the air conditioner is on, she thought, so if I get out of bed, I will freeze. What a perfect reason to stay in bed.
She knew that she was lucky to have slept in this long, though. Normally her parents would have woken her up by nine. Hara wondered what made today different. It was a very odd occasion, she normally did not even sleep in on her birthday.
Oh, no! Hara thought wildly, what if something horrible happened? Hara squashed her negative thoughts, of course nothing bad had happened. She was just being over dramatic.
Puzzled, she decided to go see what was up with her parents, hoping for the best, whatever that was.
"Ah!" she whispered as if she were yelling, but quietly so as to not disturb her parents. Her assumption was right, the floor was freezing. She jumped back on her bed and reached across it to grab a pair of socks. Hara glared at the floor. She still didn't think that they needed the air on, it wasn't that hot yet. Maybe she should start thinking about leaving slippers by her bed, or just sleeping in socks. It would have been better if they saved money on the bills for when it would be hotter. Hara frowned at her parents unwise spending. She still had to buy books for school.
When she went out of her room, with one last glare at the floor, she grabbed her brush. She walked into the kitchenette, and saw her parents were sitting down, staring at a letter in an odd envelope in the middle of the table. They looked up when she entered the room.
"It's for you," her mother said blankly. Her eyes then went back to staring at the strange letter.
Hara shot a weird look at her parents. Normally nothing would faze them. Even when they were stressed about paying bills, they always stayed positive. She slowly picked up the letter and looked at it. It was indeed addressed to her.
It had a strange seal on the back, a crest with a badger, lion, snake and eagle. Growing increasingly perplexed as the morning progressed; she grabbed a butter knife to slide under the seal. Inside was the strangest letter she had ever seen. The wax had perplexed her for a moment, she had never seen anyone sealing letters that way. The letter it contained was aged looking, as if someone had written it years ago and left it for her. Hara wondered if maybe that was the case. That would not have explained the date on it hough. The letter cleary stated in emerald ink that it was from the desk of Percival Prewett, written on July the first of the current year. Hara was growing increasingly confused as the strange morning progressed.
"Mum, it says that I'm a witch. And that I have to go to school at some place called Hogwarts," she said faintly, fear in her voice. Hara could tell that her face must be pale. Her hands were shaking and she felt a strong urge to sit down. She did so and looked at the contents of the envelope. It included a ticket for a train at platform nine and three quarters. She had never heard of a platform called that. She had thought that they were always whole numbers.
"What? You aren't a witch," her father insisted. "We knew that there was something extremely odd after that owl dropped it off, but you are no witch."
Hara showed him the letter, "It also says that we need to go to Dye-ag-gun Alley, whatever that is, and it came with a map of how to get there. According to it, Muggles, whatever those are, won't be able to see it. Dad, I think I want to go. It would explain all those strange things that happened," she said softly, knowing that it was a sore spot with her parents. She breathed out in appreciation at the fact that an owl delivered her letter. It all seemed so magical.
"I don't know," her mum said tiredly. "We can think about it. As it is, I have to go to work. We will discuss this when we get home," she got up and grabbed her purse. Hara realized that her parents were both dressed for work but had not only let her sleep in, but also waited for her before they left.
She got up and gave her parents a kiss on the cheek. After they left the apartment, she sat down and stared at the letter. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
When she got up to answer it, there was a very odd looking woman there. She had on a long, dark, orange robe with strange designs in pink stitching. She smiled kindly at Hara.
"Hello, I am Professor Ellyria. I am here to talk to you about your new school." Hara stared in shock at the woman, then stepped aside to ler her in.