I do not own anything except Amelia and Elizabeth! Everything belongs to J.K Rowling!
I watched as my brother Oliver was running around trying to find his broom.
In truth, I hid it. It's behind the kitchen sink. Don't tell him that. I laughed as he fell down the stairs face first.
"Okay there Ollie?" I asked, using his nickname that he despised.
" Don't call me that. Do you happen to know where my broom is Elizabeth?" he asked me using my full name, knowing I hated it.
"Well since you called me that I won't tell you where it is now."
"Very well then. DAAAAD!"
I rolled my brown orbs, showing my annoyance.
" Yes Oliver."
"Do you know where my broom is? Elizabeth seems to have hidden it."
"Elizabeth? Hide something? Oliver where does she usually hide anything she keeps from you? It's under the sink in the kitchen."
"Thank you." Then he turned to me. "I would watch out."
I let out an airy laugh. I know he wouldn't do anything but he would just threaten me. Nothing more. As I left the room I could hear him sigh mumbling something about teenage girls.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the bees buzzing about.
Not really. Oliver told me to get my lazy arse out of bed before he leaves. Rude much? But I did as he said and walked down the stairs, still in my pajamas.
As I was walking I started thinking about my year at Hogwarts last year. My best friends, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Amelia Lovegood, helped us save the school from Lord Voldemort. I'm one of the few people who dare say his name because I'm just that badass. Anyway, we helped find the Philosopher's Stone. The next year we help find the Chamber of Secrets. In the trio's third year we helped save Sirius Black. Now in their fourth year and Amelia's and mine sixth we have yet another adventure to see.