"SHUT UP AND GO AWAY!" shouted Ami; it wasn't the first time she shouted at her mum that day. In fact, it was only this morning that she told her mum to 'get lost'

Ami had received a letter in the morning; it was off 'Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.' Ami, to her surprise had become a witch. She was really pleased to hear that, she ran down stairs and told her mother.

"Mum! Look, a letter...it, it says I got into Hogwarts, the wizard school! Mum I can't believe it!"

"You're not going" Her mother sighed

"Why? Why can't I go?"

"I won't let you," her mum began

"But, I'll do well, I promise, I really real…"

"I won't let you! You're father got killed in that school!" Ami paused for a slight second; Ami froze as if she didn't know her dad went to Hogwarts

"But mum! Goyle goes there, he can look after me, i mean... he's not one of the brightest kids there, b...but he should be in his 3rd year, and besides, you went there." Then again, a pause from her mum, as if she didn't know her daughter found out she was a witch.

"I know, but I can't risk your life for you to go to some idiotic school, with odious teachers and preposterous students!" Ami's mum went bright red, it didn't really match her bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, Ami had never seen her mother like this before. Ami was starting to turn red too.

"So am I preposterous now?" Ami's face went a little bit redder

"No, you aren't"

"But you said the students are pre…"

"I KNOW I DID! ANY WAY, MY MIND WON'T CHANGE I WILL NOT LET YOU GO TO THIS SCHOOL!" There was a slight murmur form Ami, a swear word under her breath

"DO NOT USE THAT LANGUAGE INFRONT OF ME!"

"I just did"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM! NOW! RIGHT NOW"

"I WILL AND I CAN PACK UP TOO! YOU'RE THE WORST MUM EVER!" Ami shouted, marching out of the living room, her eyes full of tears, dying to flow down her pale white face.

The sun died down, Ami had packed her whole room into her trunk. She took another glance at the letter, and again, and again, reading the same words over and over again. It was hard for her to concentrate, her mother's words from the quarrel echoed in her mind. Ami had used a whole box of tissues with the amount of crying, and now moving on to the sleeve of her pink and black jumper. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Go away" she mumbled her voice was so sore it just sounded like a faint crackle and a dark, deep whisper.

"I've brought you some dinner" It was her mum. Her face pale white again. She walked through the door, dressed in pink pyjamas. Her eyes gleamed at Ami. Her mother was holding a wand.

"You didn't tell me you where a witch"

"I was only trying to prevent you from getting hurt"

"But you still could have told me, I wouldn't have been hurt or offended."

"Here is some soup; I just made it for you." Her mum handed her the bowl, trying to avoid the subject

"Don't change the subject!"

"But…"

"You don't believe I can be a good witch, you don't believe in me!"

"I do, it's just…"

"What ever, just...just, Get lost!"