A/N: This is my first fanfic story ever being written, let alone being uploaded for you awesome people to read, so, please, go easy on the newbie? I'd love to hear feedback from you. This is just the beginning of what I hope to be a long(er), developed story.
I honestly have no clue where this is going. Open for suggestions! Enjoy!
A recollection of the life of Eimear Roisin Mac Amhalghaidh. I do not attest to know everything about this dear woman, but I dearly loved her and cannot let her fade into the past with no record, even in part, of her life.
"E! If you don' get ye laggin' bum down here, yer stayin' home! Now MOVE IT!"
Eimear, otherwise known as "E", was hiding up in the attic reading a book when she suddenly felt the rafters shake at the intensity of her mother's bellowing. That woman could uproot trees just with her voice, if she felt strongly enough about it. It was the Irish blood pumping through her veins. To be honest, it was quite frightening to be on the receiving end of it, even if her mother was not angry. Needless to say, E and her siblings stayed out of trouble at all costs when their mother, Maeve, could find out.
Sighing to herself, E started to rise from her hide out and yelled back, "I'm coming, Mum! I'll be down in a minute!"
Resigning to herself that she would not be getting anymore quiet time today, E descended the ladder to the rest of the house and dashed downstairs to the kitchen. (One did not keep her mother waiting.) The family (excluding Addison) was going to Diagon Alley to get supplies for school. Should be fun family time, right? Wrong. Between E, herself, Ciaran, her 14 year old brother and the fire-cracker that is her 10 year old sister, Danny, the day should prove to be a success if everyone makes it home with all limbs and phalanges. To say that their family was intense is the strongest understatement to make an appearance in the last 5 centuries (that includes the duel between Albus Dumbledore and Gellart Grindelwald), but I digress… on with the story.
"E, where in the name of Merlin's pants have you been? I told ye we were leaving at 10." Maeve chided her.
"Sorry, Mum. I was reading and lost track of the time." E answered. "Are we ready to go now? Where's Ciaran and Danny?"
"They're waiting in the kitchen. Let's go before the afternoon rush hits. We have a lot of places to go to gather Ciaran and your stuff for Hogwarts. Are you excited to be going back?" She asked her daughter.
E smiled. "I am, Mum. It will be different being a prefect though. I expect I will have quite a few more responsibilities than I am use to. O.W.L.'s are this year, as well. All in all, this year is shaping up to be quite exciting and it hasn't even started yet."
"That it is, love. I know you can handle it though. You don't let anyone or anything push you around, not even some stuffy academics. Do you know who your Prefect counter-part is?"
E chuckled at her mother's description of her school classes (and in part, her teachers), but suddenly scowled at the mention of the male prefect (or should I say "boy").
"Oh, aye. I know who it is, alright. It's that big-headed buffoon, Albus Potter." E's Irish accent always became more pronounced when she was upset. "I can't believe I have to spend all year working with that poncy little git."
"Eimear Roisin! You will not use such language in my house!"
E winced. "I'm sorry, Mum." (There's that booming voice again.)
"Why do you have such an issue with Albus Potter, anyways? He seemed quite nice to me and his parents are a hoot." Maeve questioned E. It wasn't often that E went off about someone like that.
"Nice? Nice? He's arrogant, self-centered, egotistical and just downright infuriating! I still haven't forgiven him for making fun of my name." E went from excited about school to downright hating the idea in a matter of 2 seconds. Record time, if you ask me.
"Oh, Críona." Maeve chuckled knowingly. "You can't let one small incident with someone condemn them in your mind. People make poor choices all the time. Perhaps he has changed over the summer. Who knows, maybe he has actually grown up a little bit. You both are now 15, after all."
E remained silent, refusing to admit that her mother may be right. Maeve chuckled again, knowing what was going on in her second oldest daughter's mind.
"Well, you think on it, Críona. For now, let's go shopping, ya?"
E finally cracked a small smile. "Alright, Mum. Let's go have some fun. I bet Danny is just dying to get to Eeylop's Owl Emporium and the Post Office. For the life of me, I don't know what that girl has with owls, but it is kind of weird."
Mother and daughter laughed. It was an on-going joke in the family because Danny was kind of obsessed with owls and she wasn't ashamed of it. She was highly intelligent for a 10 year old, much to the chagrin of her mother at times.
A/N: Eh? Did I capture your attention to make it this far?