In contrast to the blazing sun that would soon to be parching the land, the morning dew cooled the air to create an almost perfect temperature as birds began their routines to feed the babies and themselves. The light blue sky's light paled as it pasted through the ghostly wisps of fog that clung to the land as if held my glue. Pelton took all these sights as well as the sounds of Cicadas in the woods in one glance since he was an early riser and had seen this scene often.
At only five foot nine and with dull brown hair, Pelton was an average teenager with little to distinguish himself from the thousands of others that had the same characteristics. Some point to his glasses and his insatiable love for math or even his fascination with history to be remarkable features of character that few others possessed, but he knew this as faulty and mistaken. He was an average southern American teenager who had been born and raised in states that had once been stars on the CSA (Confederate States of America) flag, but unlike many he was proud to be southern.
Finally, Pelton stood and called to his dog, Snoopy, then he open the back door for both of them to enter. Careful not to disturb his parents, Pelton snuck up stairs and sat at his computer desk. Now this is my territory, he thought as he turned the computer on and watched the screen go through the standard startup procedure. Reflecting, he realized that this would be the last time he would be able to play a computer until the next summer since he always stayed at school in the winter. That thought brought him a smile for few other southerners could claim that they would be attending Hogwarts School of Wizardry. Even if they knew there were wizards in America one would think that America would have a school of its own, but alas American students travel to Britain.
Shaking his head, Pelton chided himself for having such thoughts. Hogwarts was an awesome school unfortunately the students seemed to have a problem with Americans. Maybe it had to do with that extremely few old blooded wizards lived there and all of them were the outcasts, which caused most American students to be muggle born. Or maybe it has to do with our accents, which stick out like a sour thumb. "Pelton be fair," he whispered to himself "only the Slytherns say anything about Americans and of course the few French students but they hate Americans anyway." Again smiling, Pelton finished the morning and by evening was on a Boeing-767 to the United Kingdom.