The Unnamed Story
Chapter One
It was a hot summer day in June. Tiff Brody sat on the dirty cement outside her parent's apartment. She was a bit short for her age, with long, light brown hair. She had soft blue eyes and she wore what looked like vintage clothes from the sixties. People streamed by. She just sat and thought about her life. She had always been considered an outcast. Her parents were poor and considered hippies by many people. She didn't ever mind. She liked being different. But still, she wished that she would fit in sometimes.
She walked inside the apartment building and took the elevator to the fourth floor. She casually strode into the apartment where she lived. Her mum was busy typing furiously on a typewriter, while her dad meditated in the corner. He looked up. "Hey Tiff," he said cheerfully. She nodded in response. "When's dinner?" she asked her mum. "Soon," she mumbled as she continued writing. She slept in a closet, as there wasn't much room in the small apartment. She walked in and sat on her mattress as she turned on the small lava lamp in the corner.
After about an hour her mum called from the kitchen, "Come on out of there, Tiff! It's time for dinner!" Tiff joined her family in the kitchen. For some reason she wasn't feeling particularly happy today. Her mum put a hamburger in front of her, but Tiff wasn't hungry. She just stared gloomily at the food. "Is something wro-" her mother began, but soon stopped as a huge black owl swooped through the open window. Tiff screamed. Her mother stared at it, white faced, while her father looked shocked enough to kill it. It extended it's left leg. Tiff noticed a yellowish envelope attached to the leg. She snatched it. She ripped it open and started to read.
Dear Miss Brody,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of school supplies. Two wizards will be coming to assist you in getting to the school and Diagon Alley.
Tiff looked away from the letter and laughed. "Yeah right!" she said through giggling, "This is a pretty funny joke. Like I'm a witch or something!" She was now laughing so hard tears were coming out of her eyes. "Witches aren't real! Everyone knows that!" Her mum snatched the letter from her. Both her parents read it together. Their eyes widened. "What does this mean, Judy?" muttered her dad under his breath. "I don't know, Bill… Could someone be spying on us?" He shook his head. Tiff stopped laughing and stared at them in surprise. "It-it's not real, is it?" she asked, wiping away her tears. The family's puzzled thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang. Again, Tiff screamed. Two rather dirty looking women were standing in her living room dusting themselves off.
"Hello, dear!" exclaimed the shorter one excitedly, "I'm Ronda and this is Allegra," she said, pointing at her friend.
"Who are you?" demanded her father, in a scared tone.
"Well we're the wizards that the letter told you about!" said Allegra, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Tiff clutched the letter to her chest, her eyes wide with shock.
"It's real?" she asked, gaping.
"Well of course!" said Ronda, then she turned to Allegra and said with a grin, "I always forget how naïve these muggles can be."
"What did you call me?" she asked, still shocked and even a bit angry.
"A muggle," Allegra replied, "It's what us wizards call non-magic folk. You're muggleborn." Her parents still looked disbelieving as they sat down on the couch to watch the conversation.
The witches told her about Diagon Alley and Hogwarts. She learned so much in just a half hour. Her anger and disbelief had died down and was now replaced with happiness and excitement. She had begged the two witches for more information, but they said they had to go. They promised to take her to Diagon Alley the next day, where she could get new books about the wizarding world. That night she went to bed early so she could get up early the next day. She would finally have a place she belonged. She wouldn't be alone anymore.