You know what I would really enjoy? Waking up like they do in the movies. Birds chirp outside my window, whereas the sun's light rays of golden warmth wake me in a comforting embrace. I want my hair to be perfect as if I had never gone to bed the night before. I want my skin to look clear and have a certain glow to it. No dreadful feeling of weakness and morning breath anymore. My parents would bring me my meal - there is nothing that beats a soft croissant filled nut-nougat creme, in the morning - and I'd enjoy it on a silver platter.
Unfortunately this is reality. And in my reality these things don't exist. Instead of warm rays of light, I receive hot laser beams their aim being to destroy my eyesight. Not chirping birds wake me but the loud voice from downstairs - I recognize it as my mother's - requesting one of my siblings to come and wake me.
Only seconds later I hear the door opening, the light from the hallway padding its way into my room. It isn't long until I feel small hands grasping my dainty shoulders and shake my form.
Still, stay still and maybe she will go away.
''Come on Enna, you have to wake up.''
"I am awake, Venice." I tell her, my voice muffled by the pillows. "Don't be so persistent!"
Groaning, I roll over and hide my face under the endless amounts of soft cushions . 'It is too early to wake up' I want to scream, yet I lay still while the younger version of me won't have me sleeping for a second longer.
''mum, SHE WONT WAKE UP!
Great! She told on me. I better wake up before mum comes into my room and opens all the blinds.
''Shut your trap, Venice.'' I hiss.
My voice sounds and feels hoarse as I acknowledge the eleven year old. Why can't she leave, already?
Rolling my eyes I sit up on the bed. While stretching I let out a yawn before I look around. My room is fairly large in size - much to my surprise. Usually mum and dad would have wanted the larger rooms for them and their working places!
The walls are painted differently, - two of four I have wanted blue and silver, while the other two are bare - the high ceiling with enchanted stars looking down at me. On the one side of my room, I have my dresser. On the other side, facing the window, I have my desk with all my necessities.
As I look at the door I still see my sister standing in front of me. She is dressed in dark jeans, an all too familiar looking hoodie covering her torso.
''Did you touch my dresser again?''
''I don't know what you're talking about.'' Narrowing my eyes, I try to get a closer look. ''You have to wake up. We won't wait for you any longer.''
''Just get out, Venice!'' My feet hit the ground and i stand to push her out of my room. The door closes in front of me.
Letting out sigh, I lean against it and close my eyes for a while. Venice is one of my two younger siblings. She is mummy's favorite and takes every chance she gets to embarrass, unnerve or to tell on me. If it wasn't for the fact that she is my sister, I would have snapped her neck, by now. But unfortunately, if I did, I would have to face the wrath of my mother.
While walking into my bathroom, my feet immediately feel the cold tiles on the floor. With a shudder I do my morning business before undressing and stepping inside the shower. The warm stream of water hits my back, the sore and tense muscles loosening up. With a sigh of relief, I reach for the shampoo and begin the cleansing.
I am not much of a morning person, as you can see. My mornings usually start off with me groaning or complaining. If I had the choice, I would stay in bed all day. My roommates at Hogwarts have already complained enough about it. But honestly, you cannot be serious about waking up before eleven am.
Soon enough I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my middle. Wiping the mirror, my hand feeling the small droplets of condensate, I watch the reflection become much clearer.
I sure am not a sight for sore eyes ,in the morning. But it is nothing a little bit of make-up can't fix.
''VIENNA GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN THIS INSTANCE!'' I hear my mother scream from outside my room.
With a roll of my eyes, I go back into my room to get dressed. Since it will be a long train ride, I get out a pair of sweat pants and a shirt that only covers one of my shoulders. Sure it will leave everybody to see my bra but right now I could care less; also, I know, I will only remain under the company be with my friends and it is nothing they haven't seen before.
Light sounds of footsteps echo in the air as I begin to descend the stairs. Once I make it downstairs, I find all of my family in the kitchen. It seems like they have started breakfast without me. Typical!
I take my seat on the right site of the table, reaching across the table to pick up one of the sausages.
''Hunny, you could have at least made an effort to look nice.''
With wide eyes I stare at my mother. Is she trying to tell me that I am ugly?
"Excuse me, mother?" I question, my voice exaggerated.
mum rolls her eyes and puts some eggs on my plate before sitting down herself.
"All I am trying to say is that you have," she stops to look for an appropriate word. "more fitting clothes in your wardrobe, which do not make you appear quite homeless."
"Are you calling me a derelict, mother?"
"You have come to that conclusion, all on your own." She says, waving her fork.
"mummy is so proud of you!" I hear my younger brother voice, mocking me as he eats his breakfast.
The rest of our breakfast, we eat in silence, the only sound filling the room being the clashing of the silver ware against the plates.
''I hope you guys have packed all of your stuff, for today.'' Dad starts before adding some food into his already filled mouth. ''Because we want to leave, as early as possible. So we don't have to rush like last time.''
Immediately my gaze falls onto my brother, who sits across from me.
Last year, we barely made it because Ves still had to pack his bags. Had he done what mum told him to, we would not have had that problem.
Vesper sits quietly, eating his meal, not even acknowledging that we are looking at him. Lifting my brows I turn my attention back to my breakfast. I don't have the time to waste it on my brother.
''Do you have everything?''
After we finished breakfast, mum ushered us into the living room where all of our trunks are located at. For the millionth of time she asks us, if we have everything packed. Take it from toiletries to underwear. She named everything.
''We are set mum.'' I stop her in front of me. ''don't fret.''
She nods and takes a deep breath. I take one too and look around.
''Now, Vienna you take your sister-''
''Why do I have to apparate with her? I want to go with daddy!"
I love you too, dearest sister.
Glaring at her, mum motions her to go over to dad. With a big smile, she skips over to him and takes his hand.
''Vienna, take your brother then and one of the trunks.''
Nodding my hand, I hold out my hand for Vesper to take. Being the fifteen year old he is he mumbles something under his breath that sounds like 'I am too told to be holding my sister's hand'. His larger hand wraps around mine.
Don't worry Vienna. Once you are at King's Cross, all of these people will not matter anymore. Once you are on that red train, you can pretend to not know any of them.
With a spin of my heels, I can feel the air around me changing. Everything is pressed together and I can feel the warm breath of my brother hitting the side of my face. Apparition has never been my favorite thing to do. It feels suffocating and every time I endure it I feel nausea overcome me. A little longer we endure the mode of transportation, before my feet hit the ground. A pop signals that we have arrived. Immediately I can feel my head spinning. A shudder creeps up my back as I try to steady myself on my brother's shoulder.
''You okay?" His voice is laces with concern, his hands reaching out to steady me.
Nodding my head, I take a deep breath before I open my eyes again. This may not be my first time but it always feels like it. I can see it as if it was only yesterday. I remember seeing the scarlet train in front of me as it blows its horn. People around me move quickly, trying to get their children on the train on time.
Nothing changed to this day. Looking around I can see many families seeing their children off. In the far, I can see a woman hugging her little son before he steps onto the train. I smile at the sight before gathering my trunk and starting to walk forward. Vesper has left me a long time ago, claiming that he was going to search for his friends to show them a new purchase of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Whatever, I don't surround myself in things such as them. I may steel a few things here and there from my friends but I do not obsess over them, like some other people I know.
My trunk feels heavy as I drag it behind me. I knew I shouldn't have packed so much! With a huff I stop and look around me again.
Maybe if I try hard enough I will find one of them!
But after looking for more than five minutes I can't seem to find them anywhere. I huff in annoyance. How hard can it be to find a massive group of red heads? Not fucking much, I'll tell you that. But I guess my eyesight is just too bad to seek them out.
When I decide to sit on my trunk, I finally spot a lock of red hair waving in the air. My eyes grow wide and I stand up, almost toppling over. I begin to run like the mad woman I am. I am 100% sure that I look crazy as well. Whatever, I could care less about what people think of me.
''OI WEASLEY!''
In a matter of seconds, I see several people whipping their heads back to look in my direction. In front of me I see them; ALL of them!
A tall blond starts screaming before she takes off in a sprint. She is headed towards me, her arms flailing around, making her look as crazy as I do.
''NIGHTINGALE!''
And right there I stop. While my friends have cool surname such as 'Weasley', I am stuck with this one; Nightingale. And I wouldn't have minded the name if it suited me but it just didn't. Other than my name suggests I cannot serenade people in the night so they can fall asleep. I have never actually sung in front of people.
''You just had to go ahead and ruin it, right?''
Rolling her beautiful eyes she smiles at me and takes me into her arms. Dominique Weasley everybody! I know her since day one and I cannot imagine a life without her. We are one soul in two different bodies. While she looks like the goddess that she is, I look like a potato next to her. And not even the good potatoes. Those potatoes with earth still stuck to them.
''Whatever loser.''
Oh how much I have missed Dom over the holidays. Usually, I would have spent them with her family but this year my family decided that we should do something. And doing something usually meant arguing in the hotel room about who is getting the bigger bedroom. And as usually dad would want to have it for himself but mum would give it to us children. It all ends the same way. mum is angry with dad and he has to do everything in his might to make it up to her.
Still wrapped in each other's arms we sway from site to site as people watch us. After hours, we step apart and I take the time to look at her. She definitely became even more beautiful over the summer. It is unfair!
''Now would you look at that!'' She exclaims and takes my chin in her perfectly manicured hands. ''Miss Nightingale,'' She winks. ''My, my, have you become gorgeous or what?''
She takes he hands and lets them travel around my body. I roll my eyes and slap then away from me. I don't need her to feel me up in public. Not with all these people looking.
''Leave the poor girl alone Dom.'' Thank god someone decides to speak up. I don't know how much longer I would have managed to stand under Dom's hawk like stare.
Another female steps up to me and pulls me into her. Mocha arms encircle my waist and give me a squeeze. Before I can react they retreat and I stand to face Roxy, my other best friend. Her warm eyes smile at me as I grin back.
I surely did miss these girls. A whole summer without them was just too much for me to handle. I don't know how I managed.
Behind them I see the rest of the Wotter clan waiting. With a bright smile I wave at them and receive a few waves back.
''Ma chérie! Pourriez-vous regarder à cela? Tu vous êtes devenu une belle jeune femme.''
What? English please?
''You start to look more and more like your mother with each day, ma chérie.'' Fleur Weasley says, her french accent thick.
Not wanting to be rude I smile and thank Dominique's mother. Fleur Weasley is a classy woman; from the top of her blond head to the bottom of her pedicured feet. I cannot remember a day where she didn't look her best. Must be the veela blood running through her system.
''There you are Vienna!''
Turning towards the sound I see my parents, trunks dragged in tow. She looks furious as she stares me down. Out here in public she can't do much to me. People may see her.
Instead she smiles at me and walks over to the other adults. Hugs and kissed are shared and I can only stop and stare. After telling my parents my farewells, I am dragged off by Dom and Roxy.
''Now that we are finally away from them, I can tell you what I found out this summer.'' We hear Dom's voice, as we climb into the train.
With a turn, I look back to my parents. Mother is wrapped into father's arms, sobbing as she watches her children leave. Now that Venice is also leaving, the house will be even more empty than it already was with Vesper and I gone.
The train begins to move and I wave to my mother, who begins to wave back, forgetting about the tears and smiling big. Lastly, I blow the woman a kiss, which she pretends to catch, causing me to laugh and shake my head at her.
I guess this is it then. Hogwarts, here I come!
A/N: So, everything's got to have a start. And this is my way of starting a new story. I hope you guys enjoyed it and i aplogize for my poor French... ;)
Vocabulary:
• 'Ma chérie! Pourriez-vous regarder à cela? Tu sûr êtes devenu une belle jeune femme' =
My dear! Would you look at that? You sure have become a beautiful young woman
• 'Ma chérie' = my dear