Right now I'm just going to give you some basic information for the main character in the story.
name: Eva
Alistairage: 14
birthday:
January 21
hair color:
light red
hair
length: to shoulders
eye color:
green
skin color:
fair
height: 5'
5"
physique:
slender
ethnic
background: Irish
father's
name: Marcel
mother's
name: Catriona
sibling(s):
none
glasses:
none
wand:
10 ¼", swishy, made of willow;
nice wand for charm work
favorite
spell: Flipendo
attributes:
shy, nice, fun, quirky, understandable
prologue- My Life Thus Far
"I find my life completely and utterly boring. Could it get any better?"
That's what I have said to myself before I knew I was going to go to school… finally. Ma and Pa had taught me everything I know thus far. Plus I guess they've been getting guidance from folks at Hogwarts. My Uncle Joe knows Professor Dumbledore, so he offered to help. The reason why I am 14 and not going to school yet… well it's a long story. Back when Voldemort was still around and in school, he knew my uncle. Though my Pa and Ma never met him (thank goodness).
They were good friends until the whole ordeal with the Chamber of Secrets being open and Hagrid getting sent away. Yes, I know him too. I met him through my uncle. Anyway, my Uncle Joe knew that something was not right so he went to back up Hagrid in trial. Though their efforts failed, Hagrid got back out of Azkaban. During this time, Voldemort disappeared and we really didn't care. So… yes he came back and basically the cosmos just turned ugly. Mess everywhere. My uncle knew our whole family (his and mine) would be in danger because of what had happened between Voldemort and my uncle.
So we got out of there as soon as we could. My uncle Joe contacted Dumbledore to tell him where we were going. By this time I was just a wee little lassie and I had no idea what was going on. We ended up going back to Ireland where my families are from. The one Death Eater Wilkes found us but my Pa got him and took him back to England to the Ministry. We were lucky that we didn't get harmed in anyway. So my parents figured that since we might be staying there for a while that they might as not send me to Hogwarts for school---they like to plan ahead. My uncle--I guess is still afraid--thinks that Voldemort is still out there and so Uncle Joe wants us to stay in Ireland.
But what about me?
Now that I'm older… by a lot, I should decide whether or not that I should be going to school. I mean I'm grateful for what my parents and my family here in Ireland have taught me. But I deserve more, don't I? I want to be around lads and lassies my own age. Mentioning it to my parents was easy but waiting for a reply is taking longer than it should. They work a lot more than they used to now. I'm getting no lessons from anybody, so what better idea for me to go to school. I just hope they say yes and work something out with Dumbledore so I can get in. I was accepted in but I didn't get to go. I got the letter via owl and they took it out of my hands! Wretched parents! Jeez…
chapter one- Let's Unwrite This Pages and Replace Them With Our Own Words
I had figured since my parents were still at work and still thinking about my offer, I might as well as just sleep. Things never really settle down and I'm always doing something I don't want to do. I was already sitting at my window looking outward onto the lake nearby, so I just crashed into the bed. A nice breeze settled into the room and made it easier to sleep. As I lay there, I thought about if they would let me go or not. Then it came to me.
I sprang to life from my bed, "I'll write a letter to Uncle Joe! Surely he'll talk some sense into my parents into sending me. He does know Dumbledore after all." A paperweight held down the parchment on the desk by my bed. The weight was a glass ball that had a toad inside of it. The toad was brown with green bowels and it had a very wide neck. I moved the paperweight and grabbed a couple of sheets as I sat down on the stool; then I replaced the weight. My quill was already set on the table waiting to be used plus a little bottle of ink.
I held down the bottle while I uncorked the ink. As I settled into my seat, I grabbed my quill and dipped it. The parchment was smooth and silky. So I began…
Dear Uncle Joe,
I'm writing to you about me going to school. The school year is starting soon and I want to you to say something to my parents about it. Though I've already said something to them, I just want you to go ahead and do so. I know that you were the one that said we should stay in Ireland; well I think it's high time that I have some thing for myself. I want to go to Hogwarts and learn what I need to be learning. I'm grateful for what you and my parents have taught me but I need more and Ma and Pa aren't around as much to teach me spells. You're not around anymore either and well quiet frankly, I miss you. You know Dumbledore and you could put a few words in for me… please. Just one little wee thing for your niece.
Yours truly,
Eva
I folded the parchment into an envelope and stamped the backside with hot wax. The wax was a crimson red color and was embossed with the impression of my initials. E.A. I looked around to see if Icarus was in his cage. He wasn't…
"Where is that bloody bird?" Icarus is my Barn Owl that my parents had got me when I was 11. I was lucky to get one for my birthday. Best birthday ever. I returned back from memories of past and I got up from my desk to go to the window. Some of the air had settled but it was still beautiful outside. I got out my wand from my pocket and held it out the window.
"Accio Icarus! There… he should be here soon… he he he." So I sat and waited till the owl came. "He better come soon cause I'm already getting irritated." I'm like this a lot. I get excited and then pa-boom! I have to wait. Hogwarts will mean everything to me if I get to go. An opportunity has not come up like this and if I don't get it right, I may never get there. Think of the moment now, enjoy life later. In the silence, I heard the farm outside, people working and animals playing and then flapping. As I was climbing up to the window, I stuck my head outside. Icarus wasn't flying. It was more like being dragged. Moving out of the way, Icarus zoomed onto the bed. Flapping madly, he started screeching. I walked to the bed and helped him up. He wooed at me and flailed his wings into my face.
"Hey! Hey! You weren't about so I called you," I said to Icarus. More or like it, he didn't buy it and bit my finger. "Ouch! Merlin's Beard! That one hurt. Oi here," I said as I swung the letter to him. "Get that to Uncle Joe and this time don't crash land into the other owl coops. He nearly stuffed me the last time he visited." Icarus gathered the letter in his beak and soared out the window.
I sighed with relief and looked about my room. It's a real mess but with a few spells and some determination, fixing it up will take no time at all. Spell books littered the hardwood floors and dirty clothing lay unwashed. I gathered up the clothing and put it into the wash basket besides the armoire. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland were just a few to name that were scattered across the floor. I have at least read all of them once, maybe more depending on the book. Especially the Quidditch one, I love that book. GO IRELAND!!! I wanted to go to the Quidditch World Cup this year but we couldn't go and I know darns why! 'Cause my parents are so gosh darn protective that's why. I'm getting tired of waiting. I want to grow up already.
This is my story!