Sorry my British slang might not be the best. I apologize now for any mistakes I may make. Reviews :)
Green…
That's the thing that stuck in my mind the most that day…
When I think of that day green is that first thing that comes to mind…
We thought it was a joke at first…
But after he came and showed me those things…
Those weird, strange, unordinary things…
We pretty much just had to believe him…
Maybe I should start from the beginning.
I was born March 27, 2008 in a little hospital in London. My older sister Lora is the pride and joy of the family. I always wanted to be like her. But strange things always happen around me so it's almost impossible. My mum never understood me. My dad didn't care about any of the things that happened around me, he loved me for me. I always wondered if they took the wrong baby home from the hospital. But I look too much like both of them. They have always been disappointed in me. I can never do anything right. I never knew what was wrong with me until that letter came.
My parents' car pulled into the driveway. I ran to the door and opened it. I waited for them to come. They both opened their doors and started walking over to me.
"What have you been up to pet?" Her father asked her.
"Oh nothing just watching the telly." And that's when I noticed the owl flying across the sky in the middle of the day! "Daddy look!" He turned around to look and so did mother. Mother and I don't really talk that much. She mostly just ignores me like I'm not even there.
"Hey looky there isn't that cool. Let's go inside and sit down for some tea, yeah?" Just that second something fell from the sky and landed at me feet. A letter. I looked at father and he waved his hand for me to pick it up so I did. It wasn't normal paper it was a tan color and it was rough to the touch. It was addressed to me.
Alexandra Summers
London, England
72 Primrose Lane
Bedroom at the end of the hall
"What is it Alex?" Her mother asked curiously.
"It's a letter addressed to me."
"Who would write to you?" My mother asked in a pompous tone. She walked over and ripped the letter from my hand
"A school called Hogwarts." I said trying to hide my anger. She always pulls out the 'you don't have any friends' thing on me.
"There's no such thing." She handed the letter back to me.
"Open it Al" her father encouraged her. "We might get a good laugh out of it."
"Okay daddy." I opened it very carefully so I didn't ruin the envelope. There were two pages. I read them out loud.
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL
Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmistress : Minerva McGonagall
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Summers,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
Deputy Headmaster"
"The second page with requirements says:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS"
"Someone tried to make it sound professional. I almost wanted to believe it!" My father said in between laughs.
"Nonsense," my mother muttered, shook her head, and went inside.
"Well, it's time for tea. You hungry? Want a snack or something?" Her father asked nicely.
"Please." I was starved!
"Okay let's go in the house."