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The Color of Black
Chapter 1:Memories
Daphne Meadows sat in a chair, her blue dress robes scratching at her back. Okay, so maybe she was nervous, she had good reason! Her N.E.W.T scores would be announced today in front of the entire seventh year population.
She could see that some of her fellow Hogwarts students were nervous, too. Some of them were shifting in their seats, others biting at their nails as Professor Minerva McGonagall read down the list, just like seven years ago when they were being Sorted.
She prayed she did well. Her mother would smirk and tell her "I told you so" if she did not. Her mother was so convinced that Daphne couldn't make it as a witch.
"Luna Lovegood. 13"
Her name would be coming up soon. She took refuge in memories.
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Daphne got up that morning, tired but excited. Today was June 13, her 11th birthday! She ran downstairs; maybe it would be this birthday that she'd find out.
Her mother, Anne Meadows stood by the stove, cooking some eggs.
"Morning, mum!" Daphne squeaked.
"Morning, love. Happy birthday. Sit at the table for breakfast and then you can go fetch the mail." Anne said, running a hand through her long strawberry-blonde hair. Anne was pretty (or used to be). She had bright blue eyes and was short and petite.
Daphne was taller, and already her head of dark hair was reddening and brightening. She had an unusual complexion, fair skin with a sprinkling of freckles. Her dark, black looking eyes were unusual for one of her skin color. She was all legs and knees, showing that she'd grow more and her mouth was usually in a frown.
She ate her breakfast and waited.
"Well, go get the mail. Scoot." Anne said, looking up at Daphne over her paper.
"Um, mum."
"Um, what?" Anne replied, annoyed.
Daphne cringed inwardly. It was obvious her mother wouldn't tell her who her father was today. "Never mind" she murmured leaving to get the mail.
She went outside, sighing. Her mother was constantly promising to tell her who her father was, but never did. It was chilly outside, the wind blowing harshly. She hurried to get the mail, so she could hurry back into the warm house.
Inside the door, she took a glance at the letters (being her normal curious self) and found a few bills, a sales letter and a letter written in green ink. To Ms. D. Black it said. She looked at the back hoping for a return address, and found a seal: the letter H surrounded by a snake, lion, eagle, and badger.
Odd were her confused thoughts.
The Color of Black
Chapter 1:Memories
Daphne Meadows sat in a chair, her blue dress robes scratching at her back. Okay, so maybe she was nervous, she had good reason! Her N.E.W.T scores would be announced today in front of the entire seventh year population.
She could see that some of her fellow Hogwarts students were nervous, too. Some of them were shifting in their seats, others biting at their nails as Professor Minerva McGonagall read down the list, just like seven years ago when they were being Sorted.
She prayed she did well. Her mother would smirk and tell her "I told you so" if she did not. Her mother was so convinced that Daphne couldn't make it as a witch.
"Luna Lovegood. 13"
Her name would be coming up soon. She took refuge in memories.
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Daphne got up that morning, tired but excited. Today was June 13, her 11th birthday! She ran downstairs; maybe it would be this birthday that she'd find out.
Her mother, Anne Meadows stood by the stove, cooking some eggs.
"Morning, mum!" Daphne squeaked.
"Morning, love. Happy birthday. Sit at the table for breakfast and then you can go fetch the mail." Anne said, running a hand through her long strawberry-blonde hair. Anne was pretty (or used to be). She had bright blue eyes and was short and petite.
Daphne was taller, and already her head of dark hair was reddening and brightening. She had an unusual complexion, fair skin with a sprinkling of freckles. Her dark, black looking eyes were unusual for one of her skin color. She was all legs and knees, showing that she'd grow more and her mouth was usually in a frown.
She ate her breakfast and waited.
"Well, go get the mail. Scoot." Anne said, looking up at Daphne over her paper.
"Um, mum."
"Um, what?" Anne replied, annoyed.
Daphne cringed inwardly. It was obvious her mother wouldn't tell her who her father was today. "Never mind" she murmured leaving to get the mail.
She went outside, sighing. Her mother was constantly promising to tell her who her father was, but never did. It was chilly outside, the wind blowing harshly. She hurried to get the mail, so she could hurry back into the warm house.
Inside the door, she took a glance at the letters (being her normal curious self) and found a few bills, a sales letter and a letter written in green ink. To Ms. D. Black it said. She looked at the back hoping for a return address, and found a seal: the letter H surrounded by a snake, lion, eagle, and badger.
Odd were her confused thoughts.