Welp, it's been a while since I've written a story on this sight. Actually deleted my old one. Anyway, I'm reaaaaally not the best of writers but I hope that you enjoy this chapter and even you did please give me a review or follow me. This helps motivate me and get me off my butt, and by butt I mean youtube, and onto word :P
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry potter series, only the characters in which I have made up.
Now here's Maggie's story :P enjoy ;)
I woke up with a start, alarm clock blaring in my ears, eyes scrunched up to prevent the light from searing my brain. I looked around the room, finding an empty bed in the corner which usually occupied my little sister.
"Why does she insist on turning the light on so bright?!" I thought angrily to myself. I buried myself into the covers and tried to snuggle deeper into them, covering my eyes to help with the dull pain that has just started behind them.
Feet came bounding up the stairs towards my room, and I heard the door slam open, and my windpipe was crushed by somebody pouncing on me, landing with a loud oof. I let out a yelp off pain.
"Wake up Maggie! Wake up! Today's the day!" Darcie yelled at me, pulling at the covers to get me up. I hate being restricted. I could feel my chest getting tighter and tighter the longer she stayed on me.
"Darcie! Get...off…I…can't breathe…" I said, wheezing through my words, pushing her off the bed and onto the floor. Darcie giggled, and a loud thump followed. I lifted the covers off my head, showing Darcie on a heap on the floor, smiling at me.
"Are you trying to kill me Darcie?" I said, as Darcie stood up and started racing round the room. "Just because it's your first day at Hogwarts does not give you a pardon for murder?" I glared at her, as she knew full well things like that make me panic.
I slowly got out of my bed, cracking the bones in my back. My sister winced out the sound, and I continued to crack my knuckles. I knew she didn't like the sound, but it served her right trying to crush me. I wandered over to the pile of clothes on my bed, and shooed my sister out of the bedroom. I say shooed, I basically pushed her out because she refused to leave. I stared longingly at the red and black robes at the top of my suitcase, wishing that I could change into them, knowing full well I couldn't until I was on the train. I put my untameable brown hair into two Dutch plaits and made my way downstairs.
My family was all siting at the table, minus Ethan my older brother who is sadly in his third year at University. And yes, he doesn't have magic. My mum always tries to go full out with breakfasts on the first day of term, as we now won't be seeing them until Christmas. Sometimes I feel like she's just fattening us up so we can't physically leave.
"You looking forward to the start of the term girls?" Dad asked us, still keeping his eyes on the newspaper. He still manages to pick up the daily prophet every day, despite us not living properly within the magical community. "Sure" I answered him, sitting down to pick up a piece of toast. I'm not really one for talking when I'm hungry.
"One word? That's all we get?" Mum said, raising her eyebrows at me. My sister Iris, who was in my mother's arms tried to copy her and failed miserably. God, I'm gonna miss that cute face.
"Fine. I am looking forward to fifth year to an extent. Friends wise, hell yeah I'm looking forward to seeing them. OWLs, not really" I said, reaching over the table to the jam. I saw Darcie smirk out of the corner of my eye.
"I'm sure she's looking forward to seeing her boyfriend George" Darcie said, poking her tongue out at me. My heart stopped a little, before I regained my composure and I elbowed her in the side.
"Shut it Darcie, he's my best friend and you know that. That would be like dating Ethan" I said, making a disgusted face at the thought to feign off any panic that may have shown on my face. My whole family it quite friendly with the Weasley's, due to the fact my Dad was friends with them in school back in the day. And I may or may not have a slight crush on George.
"Girls stop fighting and eat. You're going to be late otherwise" Mum said, as she glanced at the clock on the wall. That shut us up. It was 8:30 and considering we live quite close to London, we were cutting it a little fine. After we finished Dad started to pack the car with the suitcases and my pet cat, Ninja. You'll understand why he's called that. Trust me.
Mum as always was fretting and rushing around making sure that we didn't forget anything, while Darcie and I just stared at her like she was a mad woman on crack.
Mum kissed us goodbye as we made our way into the car, hugging Darcie for one last time looking like she was about to cry. Little Iris was attempting to get out of my mother's arms, possibly to run away. Instead she settled for a little wave, and we drove away towards Kings Cross station.
"Is Hogwarts fun Maggie? Am I going to fit in?" Darcie asked with scared, wide eyes, the excitement now gone away. I put my arm around hugging her as tight as I could with the restriction of the seat belt.
"Of course you will Darc. Hogwarts is like home"