A/N This is my first story, so bear with me guys. This chapter was written at about 12:30 last night, so it's not the best. If anyone's out there, Review so I can be motivated to write more! (btw, I don't own the idea, or else I wouldn't be on fanfic. Also, anything you recognize I don't own. Or do I... Mwhahahah-No, I prolly don't.)
~Chapter One~
"Wake up, Izzie. C'mon." My day began with my mother rudely shaking me awake from a lovely dream. "Isabelle Maria Campbell, wake up!" I grumbled a bit until Mom gave me one final shake and said, "C'mon, I thought you wanted to go to Fountain Valley school!" That got me awake. Of course I wanted to go to Fountain Valley School of Wizardry. Excitement grew in my gut as I jumped out of bed and tugged on a clean dress. After running a comb through my long, caramel colored hair, I brushed on a touch of makeup to complement my hazel eyes and hurried downstairs. I wanted to go to Emerald Street, the main wizard shopping center in Boulder, Colorado, right away. However, Mom stopped me before I could run outside, her gray eyes sparkling.
"Breakfast first," she scolded, then smiled at me to let me know she was joking. I put some bread in the toaster and waited impatiently as mom supervised a sponge she had bewitched to scrub the dishes in the sink. The toast popped, scaring me as usual, and I slathered butter on it as Mom boiled water with a flick of her wand and made a pot of tea, a habit she retained from her 7 years in England at the famous Hogwarts. I accepted a cup with milk and sugar from her as I scarfed my toast.
"Is Micheal coming?" I asked, referring to my younger brother. I squealed with happiness when she shook her head and gulped my tea down, hopping from one foot to the other in impatience as mom moved in slow motion, sipping her tea, stopping the sponge from washing to dry on the side of our spacious sink, and eating the toast that she made in a heartbeat with her Ebony wand. She finally finished, and I hastily grabbed her arm as she took us to Conner O'Niells, the Irish pub that was the front for Emerald street, rather like the Leaky Cauldron. With a crack that echoed through the hills of our mountain home, we were off.
What did you think? I know it's short, but there's more to come!