Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a house. And in this house, there was a family. Of a mother, a father and three beautiful children. There was Eric, the eldest who was training to become the best of the best. Mary, who was pretty and smart and was still going to school; and Rhiannon, the baby whose fate was about to meet very soon. So with this happy little family came a sad beginning for baby Rhiannon and it all began when she was but seven...
The train whistle pitched loudly, and a young girl with her trunk, knapsack and long hair tailing behind her made ways up to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. This young girl, fifteen and excited for her 'first' day at a new school did not want to miss her only ride to her destination. She was very early, she knew this. But, once again, she was excited. She did not want to miss this opportunity to get away from her family.
She found a bench close by to the barrier. Though after a while of waiting, she began to feel anxious; how, perhaps, this could all be some sick joke someone was playing on her? Her kind was not well liked. Not one little bit. She sighed and began to tap her foot on the coblestone ground. Awaiting the arrival of the time to get uo and go. She smiled, and told herself that everything would be all right. She knew the place existed, that she had the right to go. She read about it in her book and heard stories from her sibling. She shook and jumped from her seat and cheered.
This, naturally, earned her stares, angry and amused, for her outburst. The poor girl blushed crimson and sat herself back down again. Ladies are not supposed to do those types of things, she told herself.
The time came at last, to 'get up and go', she thought. As she made her way to the barrier to pass through, a boy with messy hair and glasses pushed past and knocked her down, seemingly unaware of the fact that he bumped into someone. However, another black-haired boy took one look at her and chuckled, and stepped at once through the platform. A pudgy little blond boy, the same.
The young girl rolled her eyes. 'People can be so rude."
So she got up, brushed herself off, and passed through the barrier at last. Her heart lept at the sight of the train. She looked around, and her heart sank and came along with a pang of jealousy. Her mother and father were not going to be seeing her off this year. They never did at her old school either; she tells herself she should be used to this but she cannot help but feel saddened at the fa-
Another boy slammed into her
"Hey! Watch it, you! I was standing here!" she hollered, fists and eyes clenched shut. Slowly releasing them open after her hissy fit subsided, she looked into the empty black eyes of a greasy-haired boy. His eyes became downcast and he turned around away from her.
"My apologies, I did not see you there." And he stalked off, slumped over as if he did not want to be seen.
She pulled some papers out of her bag longing to read the letter once again.
Dear Miss Rhiannon Russotto,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.