Striking i match i slid it into the small crack that had become the opening for the lamp. The only light to luminate the room. Dark eerie shadows danced around the walls. Shaking slightly i raised the lamp letting the light glare at the walls. I peered around at the portraits that hung there. Blinking and covering their faces as the light danced over them 'Turn out the light,' one very grumpy witch cackled from the greasy black stained portrait that sat on the wall infront of me. 'Sorry,' i cooed softly lowering the lamp some letting it light my path up the winding stairs. I was staying at my Aunts house for the summer, with only a few days left before i had to attend my 4th year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had still not mastered this house and the direction i was to take getting to my room located on the 3rd floor of the extremely large mansion. It wasn't my choice to come here for the summer, i was forced to as my parents had decided to go on holiday to Calais for the majority of the time, leaving me in the care of my awful Aunt Beatrice. I didn't like the house so much, it was always in darkness, Deep emerald drapes hung over the large paned windows blocking out any light from the outside sky and at night The only lights were emmiting from beneath the doors of the large room my aunt chose to call her chamber. To which she kept herself locked away, and out of my sight.
I felt that my aunt was embarrassed by me. She had always seen me as a special child, while i was growing through my youth years. Then when i was finally called upon to recieve my wizarding education and placed in Ravenclaw my aunt treated me as an outcast. She was of course a Slytherin girl in her years at hogwarts, and i believe thats really what she desired me to be. But going further agaisnt her thoughts and feelings of me being in Ravenclaw, befriending the likes of Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger cast me further into the shadows of her life. She treated me as if i didnt exist anymore. She acted as if i was dead or invisible and had not spoken one word to me while i had been here. 4 long weeks of dreadful silence, locked in my room, or sitting in the large gardens reading a variety of novels and writing to my dearest friends had occupied to dreary days that i spent here are Aunt Beatrice's Manor.
I swished my long light blonde hair over my shoulder and let my blue eyes adjust to the dark. I'd spent the night sitting beneath the stars watching as my cat Trixie pranced about catching mice and teasing the garden gnomes which for some reason lived beneath the shrubbery of the gardens. I almost tripped taking a step up the wooden stairwell that led up to my room in the attic, but quickly took hold of the railing and regained my composure before taking to the stairs 2 at a time. The door to my room was partially open and i peered in as i watched the house elf Gweneviere clean my room. I knocked swiftly and opened the door 'Good night Gwen, you may go to bed now,' i smiled softly taking a seat at my bereu and running a brush through my light hair. 'Yes Ma'am,' she nodded walking out quickly. I smiled watching as she departed leaving the door to swing shut behind her. I turned to look at myself in the mirror and smiled softly as i tied my hair back from my face with a crimson bow and gazed at my reflection. Bright blue, almost crystal like eyes stared back at me as my bangs hang framing my pearly white face, i had a small almost button nose, and bright red lips, with gleaming white teeth hidden beneath them. i sighed softly and looked away running a hand over the top of my head i made my way to the small make-shift bed that sat in the middle of the room. Covered in a thin brown blanket and with thin pillows. I led down staring at the ceiling and felt my mottled black and blue cat leap up onto the end of the bed and curl herself around my feet. I smiled softly staring off into the endless black leading almsot into infinity.
The stark naked sun began to shine through the dusty window in the attic slope of a roof. The musty air filled with flying particles making the air thick and dirty. I slid out of bed letting my hair down and fall around my face and padded to the beureu. yawned covering my mouth somewhat and looked around the room. I was to go to Diagon Alley this morning and gather my school supplies, It gave me a reason to get out of the dull house and enjoy myself for one day of the holidays. I ran a brush through my hair and pushed a hairband onto y head keeping the hair from falling over my face yet letting my bangs once more frame it perfectly. I dressed into a pale blue denim skirt and a white hoodie. I clasped a few small silver bracelets around my wrist and pulled on some white tennis shoes and made my way down the attic stairs to the kitchen. Where Gweneviere was fussing about cooking a miriad of delightful smelling foods. 'Well Gwen it does smell awfully good in here,' I complimented letting the smells waver under my nose. 'Thankyou Ma'am,' she spoke softly sliding a plate across the large dark mahogany table that sat in the center of the room. 'Thanks,' i grinned sitting down and stabbing my fork into the fat syrup drenched pancakes.
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and placed the plate on the counter before making my way to the large study where the fireplace blazed filling the room with a searing heat. I took in my hand a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace watching the flames dance before changing colour, I stepped in 'Diagon Alley,' I called loud and clear closing my eyes as the swirling began around me. I landed in the fireplace of the Owlry and quickly dusted myself off before i pulled out the shop. I pulled my hoodie up over my face and stuffed my hands in my pockets wandering around the bustling streets before finding my way to Gringotts to retrieve money from my account. I stared up at the large building before pushing through the huge doors and walked down the Marble hall to a desk at the far end. 'I'd like to get some money from my account,' I spoke clearly handing my key to the goblin that sat glaring at me momentarily. 'Name?' he asked stepping from his pedestal and staring up at me. The short goblin reached my waist 'Morgan Hope,' i replied smiling sweetly as he led me through a door located behind the desk.
After filling my money pouch with glimmering coins i stepped out of the bank and peered around the town. 'Morgan!' a familiar voice rang through the air adn i turned my head smiling gleefully as i glanced Ginny Weasley fighting her way through the crowd, she bounded up the steps and grabbed me in a tight and welcoming embrace. 'Hi,' i smiled brightly staring at the red haired girl who was a year above me. 'Ginny leave her alone,' I heard Ron groan as he made his way up the stairs at a snails pace and grimaced seeing me. 'Why Ronald whatever is the matter?' i laughed hugging him 'Nothing,' he muttered looking back over his shoulder where his Mum was fussing about Harry and Hermione who ahd not yet noticed my presence. 'We've gotta go see my brothers,' he shrugged looking back to me. 'I'm sure it's not to bad Ron, maybe i can come with you and meet the famous Fred and George Weasley?' i asked hopefully. Though i'd been at the school for quite a long time i had never had the opportunity to meet Rons older twin brothers oddly enough. I'd spent enough time with Ron, Harry and Hermione and alot of time with Ginny i'd still not met them. Maybe it was just bad luck on my account. 'Yes! your coming,' Ginny grinned lacing her fingers with mine and almost dragged me down the stairs to her mum. 'Hi Mrs Weasley,' i smiled and hugged Harry and Hermione quickly 'Oh good morning Morgan,' the plump red haired woman chortled smiling brightly.