I woke up, hoping to finish my drawing before going down to breakfast. I was working on a family portrait, and I had to add in myself. I went over to my desk, where all my art supplies were. My sketchbook was gone. No, maybe I just misplaced it… I looked everywhere in my room. My sketchbook hardly ever left my room. Where could it have gone?
Then my brother came in. "Lucy, breakfast is- what happened in here?" I stopped and looked around. Drawers were open; papers were strewn all over the floor. It was a mess.
"Don't you worry about it!" I snapped. "Have you seen my sketchbook?"
"No."
"Urgh! Where is it?" I asked no one.
"Look for it later. Come on, we have to go to breakfast."
"No! I have to find it!" He dragged me out of my room, down the hall, and to the stairs. (Really, I just fought him as he led me. It felt like he was dragging me though.)
"Come on now," he said. We went downstairs. I wanted to keep searching, but I was hungry and I could smell breakfast.
Our parents were already eating… and flipping through my sketchbook. My brother and I sat and ate. I hardly took my eyes of my book. Why'd they have it? They usually ignored my creative side, or at least my father did. I thought of all the things I'd drawn: flowers, trees, owls, I copied pictures from the Daily Prophet and a few that I'd found in a box. I drew my family, the Hogwarts crest, and things I'd seen in Diagon Alley. I never planned to share most of them. I hadn't even enchanted the ones I wanted to share to move. My parents stopped at a drawing.
"Where did you find this?" asked my mother. She turned the book so I could see. I was a photo I'd drawn. I had found it in a box, and it was of three girls- obviously all sisters- who were in their teens. One I could tell was my mother, one of the others was my aunt Bellatrix. I had no idea who the third was.
"I found a photo in a box- in the study- and I drew it." They didn't seem to believe me. My father ripped out the page. I could only watch in horror as he burned it.
"Never draw her again," he said, handing me my sketchbook. I held it tightly. What did he mean? Why were they so angry? Normally- I mean, I'm the favorite- I'm a Metamorphagous- I'm special. And now that all means nothing, all because of some girl I drew. I'm determined to find out who she is, and I obviously can't ask my parents. But who else would know?
I go back to my room, and start putting it back together. I close drawers, pile the papers together, and pull out a box from under my bed. I sat on the floor and opened it. Inside were pictures and drawings that I now know would get me in trouble. I search for the one I want to see: the very photo I'd drawn, only to have it burned.
The girls were laughing and all around seemed to be having a good time. I sat and studied the mystery girl. She seems so familiar… I got up and stood in front of my mirror. I focused first on my hair; I made it like hers, dark and long. Then I made myself look older. My eyes widened. I looked so much like her. I couldn't tell what color her eyes were since the photo was black and white, but… I looked like her. Now I know for certain she's related, but who is she? And who would tell me?
I thought about this as I got dressed. I wore a brown skirt and a light green top. I shorted my hair (to shoulder-length) but left it dark. Then I picked up my Hogwarts letter and list. I skimmed over the list, thinking of all the shops we'd be going to: Flourish & Blotts, Madam Malkin's, Ollivander's, the Owl Empourium- wait! That's it! I can ask Ollivander! He remembers everyone he sold a wand to! Now just to be able to show him her picture…