Disclaimer: Hey y'all, I don't own Harry Potter. So it'd be real nice if you didn't sue me.
Clunk. A sigh, and pure silence. I had finished the last Harry Potter book…for the 8th time…in the past 2 months…before exams…So I'm a bit obsessed but who cares, I mean, what would Fred and George Weasley do? They would cram right before the exam take the test with a perfect air of confidence and pass with higher scores than Hermione Granger. That right there is why they are my favorites.
At least I'm not talking about that "Tw*l*ght" crap. That stuff is just plain awful. But Harry freakin' Potter, that is brilliance, sheer and utter brilliance! I sighed again, thinking how wonderful that magical world of their's is, and looked around my room. The ceiling was white, the carpet was a cream color. The walls were scarlet and my bedding was gold with black details. Notice a theme? Yeah I am definitely a Gryffindor at heart.
In the center of one wall is, in my humble opinion, the best part of the room. A huge sandstone fireplace, above the bare mantel (I'm afraid of things falling in and getting caught on fire okay!) is a large square mirror. And in the mirror was my reflection; dark mahogany hair, skin losing its tan and growing paler as the days got cooler, dark hunter green eyes, relatively full lips, though the top to thin for my lips to be considered even. Then my favorite feature, my freckles. Contrary to most people I love them! Well thanks to Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling anyway.
I think they make me look mischievous, and my parents agree with that. Once they heard me say that they started telling me that I was the long lost Weasley sister, and I must have been switched at the hospital and they wonder where their well behaved daughter is now. I have to disagree with that because then I couldn't marry Fred or George, and that would be an absolute shame.
I shivered as a sudden chill stole over the room. "Damn dementors." I said shaking my head, and went to light a fire. I got up and went to my desk and grabbed my homemade wand, I then went next to the fireplace and grabbed wood and matches. I threw in the wood lit the match pointed at the fire with my wand and whispered, "Incendio" and lit the fire. I felt accomplished.
"Much better!" I turned to put my book and wand away when I heard a particularly loud crackle, proceeded by a rather loud thump, and then a man's voice saying, "Ouch! Damn it Fred! Really, this is the third time this month you've done this!" "Bloody hell, well I'm sorry icklekins at least I haven't gotten mom all mad because I ran off with some girl during dinner!" Thump. "Git!" Thump. "Bastard!" "Yeah right we both know mum was married, and if she cheated on dad, well then you're a bastard too, idiot!"
I span around, and in the center of my mirror, where my eyes should have been, there were two other pairs sparkling back at me.
"Bloody hell." They whispered in unison.
….and then I passed out.
A/N: So…what'd you think? Please let me know the honest truth! And I'm from North Carolina so I'm guessing on all the U.K/English/British/ I forget which one is right because I'm writing this late at night and I don't feel like lookin' it up so…yeah, stuff. Uhm a beta would be absolutely terrific! So hit me up! And let me know what you guys want and such, just remember all requests will be considered though not necessarily adopted.
Ciao,
Anya