"Wake up already!" Ember knocked on Brooklyn's door impatiently. Brooklyn yawned and covered her ears with her pillow.
"Five more minutes." Brooklyn murmured.
"Fine."
Five minutes later Ember snuck into Brooklyn's room with a bucket in one hand, and a wand in another.
"Aguamenti" The bucket filled with water. Ember smirked as she crept by her sister and poured the water on her face. The water felt like icicles on Brooklyn's skin.
"Brooklyn!" Brooklyn shivered. "You're not supposed to use magic outside of school!"
"I just poured a bucket of water on you and you're worried about some stupid rules?" Ember smiled and shoved Brooklyn with one hand.
"If you don't hurry I'll eat all the pancakes!"
Brooklyn rushed to the bathroom and fixed her matted hair. Her curls knotted together during the night, leaving a big mess for the morning. She no longer need to wet her hair thanks to Ember, so she grabbed a brown tie that matched her hair to tame it.
After getting changed, Brooklyn rushed down the stairs to get some pancakes before Ember ate them all.
"Hi Mum, hi Dad." Brooklyn said. Their mum was arranging some her books into alphabetical order and their dad was handing the butter over to Ember.
"So…are you excited for your first day at Hogwarts Brooklyn?" Their dad asked. Brooklyn paused for a moment before answering. She had been trying not to think about Hogwarts ever since she got her letter. This proved to be impossible with Ember telling stories about how popular she is with Gryffindor students. All of her friends were in Gryffindor.
"I guess." Brooklyn replied.
"That's good! How about you Ember?"
"Oh, I'm prepared. I'm going to try out for the Quidditch team, seeker to be exact." Ember smiled.
"That's nice sweetie! Which one is that again?" Brooklyn smiled and Ember rolled her eyes.
"Your father was never into sports kids." Their mum told them. "Isn't that right Andy?"
"Yes…I don't know where Ember get's it from." Paul said.
"Maybe it's your magical ancestor. I wonder what he or she was like." Ember said. Brooklyn and Ember's father was muggle born and had no close witch or wizard family members. Their mum, however, was a half-blood. Late at night when she couldn't sleep, Brooklyn would wonder which house her ancestor would be in. She didn't want to be a total black sheep when she's not sorted into Gryffindor.
"That's a possibility."
"I think we should leave soon." Their mum said. "Hurry and get your things."
30 minutes later
"Ok they're gone." Brooklyn said. "Take off the sunglasses." Their mum was overprotective when it came to protection from the sun. Brooklyn did not burn as easily and she was the only one who could tan in her family.
"No, it makes me look cool. Ember replied. The sun steamed through her nearly white hair. Brooklyn felt the eyes of many on her back and felt a droplet of sweat on her forehead.
"Please take them off, you look ridiculous and everyone is staring."
"Well, great. Now I have to wear them just to annoy you. And they're judging you based off of how you talk to me so I'd play nice." Brooklyn's lip trembled in silent protest. Ember was athletic but Brooklyn knew she had something better.
"You know Ember; I'm definitely going into Ravenclaw. I love the pursuit of knowledge." Brooklyn stared at the cracks in the floor, avoiding She had stayed up late last night wondering about which house she would be sorted into.
"Somebody sounds nervous." Ember taunted.
"Why would I be?" Brooklyn laughed. "I have thought a lot about this and I know what I'm talking about."
"Well, I personally think you'd be in Hufflepuff since you're such a push over, literally."
"I am not!" Brooklyn pointed her wand under Ember's chin.
"Calm down. You don't want another incident, do you?"
Brooklyn winced.
"No." She sighed. "Can we go on the train?"
"Not yet. First, I need to point someone out to you." Ember pointed to a tall boy with chestnut hair and light skin. He had dark bags under his eyes.
"Who is he?" Brooklyn asked.
"That's Alfred Laake. He's in Slytherin and a total jerk." Alfred noticed us staring and stormed to the train.
Brooklyn rolled her eyes.
"He seems fun." she said.
