A/N not sure about this, but please tell me what you think.
I am 11 years old, with long-ish curly brown hair. I have bright blue eyes and freckles, but I'm feel short, im 4'9 to be exact. I have a pair of too big glasses with large, round, wire rimed lens. Anyways,
It had been a gorgeous evening in early July, last Thursday night, when it happened. Elizabeth, well I, had been eating supper outside with my family on the patio, enjoying the night air. My mum had just been bringing out the homemade treacle tart, when a large bird swooped down in front of her, causing her to drop it. I yelped (and so did she although her scream was about the bird) but I had really wanted some tart. Once I got over the loss of my beloved food I had turned around to see my parents and younger brother Chistopher (Chris for short) huddled around what seemed to be the bird that destroyed my food. I marched over and was greeted with an owl, perched on the table with...a letter?
Nobody did anything for a moment, and the tawny owl stretched the letter-tied-leg out impatiently, clicking its beak. Getting the message I tentatively reached forward, and upon seeing she would allow me, I untied it. Then the owl gave a hoot and flew off. The letter was addressed to:
Elizabeth Johnston
The Blue Bedroom
Number 13 Madison Lane
Norwich
Cheshire
How odd it had been to see my room on a letter, that was delivered by an owl no less. When I turned it over (as I now did with its remains in my 'Blue Bedroom') it had a red wax seal with a coat of arms. Stamped in the top left corner was a roaring lion, to its right, a poised snake, below that was what looked light a flying hawk, and to its left, was a badger. Whatever this meant, I had no clue, and so I opened it. My mum and dad and of course my brother had moved behind me and peered over my shoulders as I did so. Inside had been an acceptance letter, but that wasn't the weird part (despite my not applying for anything) but the letter claimed I was a witch. It was absolute rubbish I thought. Then I had laughed to try to relieve of the tension.
My mother grabbed the letter and read and reread it though, a look of confusion but with some worry etched as well. That was when I started panicking. "It's not true though is it!?" I had begun saying, increasingly more frantically, becoming more worried with each question being ignored. I became so anxious I was pacing, my head racing with thoughts, and I was so confused, then the lights strung up around the patio blew out one by one. "Oh crap did i do that?" Was my first thought. So was I a witch, correction, am I a witch?
I had been pondering the letter constantly over following days, bringing me back to the present. Here I was lying on my back on my bed staring at this strange letter. How odd would you say that is was that I actually was starting to believe it? It was so strange yet compared to other strange instances that happened when I was particularly emotional it kind of-
"Elizabeth! Lunchtime!"
And theres mum..what was i saying again? Anyways she has hort brown hair, hazel eyes, and is thinner than most mothers. I walked down, abandoning the letter and my bed. She had been avoiding me since the letter, so maybe this time I would actually get some answers for all her worry that night. Or find out if witches exist, or just something I mean I'm as confused as she is right?! As I reached the last step and entered the hallway I was greeted my stubborn brother. Seven years old, mousy brown hair, admittedly adorable freckles, and blue eyes identical to mine.
"What is it Chris?" I asked hoping to catch mom before she attempted to avoid me.
"You have a visitorrrr," he said in a singsong voice.
"What? Wait, Chris!" I basically shouted as he walked and then ran right past me without another word.
I reached the end of the hall and tentatively pushed open the door. I gasped. Sitting at my kitchen table, complimenting my mother on her fish and chips, was a old man with long white hair and a beard, half-moon spectacles, and well, he was wearing purple clothes that I always imagined wizards wore. I just stood in the doorway staring.
"Elizabeth, it's not nice to stare," chided my mum.
to be continued...