Many youngsters' heads had arisen the morning of the return back to
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sun's regular heating waves
snuck through a fourth year girl's window that very morning. Usually its
rays were what brought sunshine and peace, but today of all days it had to
bring annoyance. Deanna, being not the brightest girl in this now-annoying
world, slammed her fist down on her alarm clock. For every action there is
a reaction, and this reaction happened to shatter the tiny silver knobs
placed atop the clock. But for today, it didn't stop her from sinking lower
than she already was.
Deanna tumbled out of bed and thudded across the room. She quickly slipped into a robe and slippers, and paced down the steps. A fresh scent of bacon entered her nostrils, luring her like a puppet on invisible strings to the table.
"Excited?" Her mother asked from across the room, flipping a pancake by the stove.
"I'm literally jumping with joy," Deanna retorted sarcastically, yawning and laying her head down at the table.
And in boomed her brothers, both clad in the same wear. Cody was a year younger than her, being thirteen years old. Mackie, the younger of the two boys, was turning ten in two months and three days. Both of which had brown hair and hazel eyes, also had on identical outfits as well. Baggy jeans hung loose at their hips, and long white t-shirts with "Victor Krum, the Quittich King" lining the top in black letters.
"Since when did you two like Krum so much?" Deanna asked, scooting the plate of bacon towards her as her brothers plopped into their seats.
"Since two days ago," Cody replied with a smirk, stealing the plate of bacon away.
"And what possessed you into liking him?" Deanna replied, grabbing the bacon plate back.
"Why do you care what I like and don't like?" Cody asked, reaching for a bowl of cereal.
"And you call me weird." Deanna muttered under her breathe.
And away like a rocket they were, shuffling through the angry mob of people heading into the train station. Pushing a cart carrying a horned owl, school books, and a trunk, Deanna quickly kissed her mother farewell and scuttled ahead of the family. She wished her father were here, but he always had some business going on at the Ministry of Magic at some point or another, and this business always seemed to land right on the grand day she got to jump through an invisible platform. And to add, "I'll be there next time!" had been old since second year.
As she pushed her way through the crowd, Deanna's eyes searched for any of her friends. Her two best friends at Hogwarts were Patrick and Luna, both being in Gryffindor as was she. Usually, every year they had happened to bump into each other along the way, but this year it seemed they had beaten her or had left her behind. As she was pondering which, she felt her cart crash into something. Lifting her head, she stared startled at the person she had run into. Harry Potter!
"Oh, my Gosh," Deanna said, trying to help him up. "I'm so sorry!"
"That's alright," Harry said, getting to his feet and brushing himself off.
Deanna's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. What a stupid idiot she was! Bumping into one of the most well-known wizards in the world. I bet that was enough to outrun the bad incident she had in her second year, where she had bumped into one of the goal posts while looking dreamily at Oliver Wood.
"I'm Deanna," She said, starting to walk again, hoping to convince him she isn't the klutz she was made out to be.
"Harry Potter," He answered back, raising an eyebrow.
She knew a lot about most people, but Harry Potter of all people she didn't know very well. Of course, everyone knew his two best friends were Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, but that isn't enough to cover a whole history book with details on a person.
"So, you're a fourth year Gryffindor as well?" Deanna asked.
"Yeah," He said back, nodding a little.
"Um. cool. Your seeker on the Gryffindor team, right?" She asked, but as soon as the sentence escaped her lips she wished she could eat her words. How dumb a question was that? Everyone in the whole school knew Harry was the Seeker on the team, especially since he had never lost a game. well, only once.
"Right," He said back. Was that boredom she sensed in his voice?
They both stopped, for they had reach platform nine and three quarters.
"See you around," He called back, and escaped into the platform, leaving Deanna looking extremely stupid staring at the wall.
Deanna tumbled out of bed and thudded across the room. She quickly slipped into a robe and slippers, and paced down the steps. A fresh scent of bacon entered her nostrils, luring her like a puppet on invisible strings to the table.
"Excited?" Her mother asked from across the room, flipping a pancake by the stove.
"I'm literally jumping with joy," Deanna retorted sarcastically, yawning and laying her head down at the table.
And in boomed her brothers, both clad in the same wear. Cody was a year younger than her, being thirteen years old. Mackie, the younger of the two boys, was turning ten in two months and three days. Both of which had brown hair and hazel eyes, also had on identical outfits as well. Baggy jeans hung loose at their hips, and long white t-shirts with "Victor Krum, the Quittich King" lining the top in black letters.
"Since when did you two like Krum so much?" Deanna asked, scooting the plate of bacon towards her as her brothers plopped into their seats.
"Since two days ago," Cody replied with a smirk, stealing the plate of bacon away.
"And what possessed you into liking him?" Deanna replied, grabbing the bacon plate back.
"Why do you care what I like and don't like?" Cody asked, reaching for a bowl of cereal.
"And you call me weird." Deanna muttered under her breathe.
And away like a rocket they were, shuffling through the angry mob of people heading into the train station. Pushing a cart carrying a horned owl, school books, and a trunk, Deanna quickly kissed her mother farewell and scuttled ahead of the family. She wished her father were here, but he always had some business going on at the Ministry of Magic at some point or another, and this business always seemed to land right on the grand day she got to jump through an invisible platform. And to add, "I'll be there next time!" had been old since second year.
As she pushed her way through the crowd, Deanna's eyes searched for any of her friends. Her two best friends at Hogwarts were Patrick and Luna, both being in Gryffindor as was she. Usually, every year they had happened to bump into each other along the way, but this year it seemed they had beaten her or had left her behind. As she was pondering which, she felt her cart crash into something. Lifting her head, she stared startled at the person she had run into. Harry Potter!
"Oh, my Gosh," Deanna said, trying to help him up. "I'm so sorry!"
"That's alright," Harry said, getting to his feet and brushing himself off.
Deanna's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. What a stupid idiot she was! Bumping into one of the most well-known wizards in the world. I bet that was enough to outrun the bad incident she had in her second year, where she had bumped into one of the goal posts while looking dreamily at Oliver Wood.
"I'm Deanna," She said, starting to walk again, hoping to convince him she isn't the klutz she was made out to be.
"Harry Potter," He answered back, raising an eyebrow.
She knew a lot about most people, but Harry Potter of all people she didn't know very well. Of course, everyone knew his two best friends were Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, but that isn't enough to cover a whole history book with details on a person.
"So, you're a fourth year Gryffindor as well?" Deanna asked.
"Yeah," He said back, nodding a little.
"Um. cool. Your seeker on the Gryffindor team, right?" She asked, but as soon as the sentence escaped her lips she wished she could eat her words. How dumb a question was that? Everyone in the whole school knew Harry was the Seeker on the team, especially since he had never lost a game. well, only once.
"Right," He said back. Was that boredom she sensed in his voice?
They both stopped, for they had reach platform nine and three quarters.
"See you around," He called back, and escaped into the platform, leaving Deanna looking extremely stupid staring at the wall.