DISCLAIMER: I. Do. Not. Own. The. Harry. Potter. Series. Duh
The sun set one night as an 11 year old girl started towards her house. She had turned 11 a month ago, and since then she had been waiting for her Hogwart's letter. Her name was Adeline Mullon. She had black hair, brown eyes, and a thin face. She may not have been exactly beautiful, but she was pretty smart. Her mother wrote spell books and her father was a muggle lawyer. Katherine (her mother) was a muggleborn, and knew John (her father) since 1st grade. As Adeline walked she noticed her mother's old broom against the wall of the shed. Adeline had never really been a good flyer, but decided to fly the rest of the way back home.
She yelled as she fell and scraped her knees. That sure did hurt. She put back the broom and walked home. When she got back her mother and father were already asleep. She patched up her leg and went to bed.
She felt something brush against her leg. The family cat was looking up at her.
"Good night Nee."
