I woke up to the sound of Dean banging a Bludger at my window.
"Ugh!" I groaned, yanking my pillow onto my head.
"Mommy I don't want a Pygmy Puff! Why can't I get a new broom like Dean?" I could hear my sister's constant whining downstairs.
There was no way I could sleep with all this noise so much to my displeasure I gradually woke up. The sun blared into my retinas. Blinking I grabbed my Chudley Cannons shirt, pulling it over my head. I plonked down the stairs, vaguely remembering I was going to receive my Hogwarts letter today. Oh yeah, it was my eleventh birthday.
"Happy Birthday dear!" My mother was like a ray of sunshine in the morning, bright yet blinding. The table was fully decked in all my favourite foods. Despite my foul morning I forced a smile onto my face.
"Thanks Mum"
"Sis come I wanna give you my gift! It's the bestest!" My five year old sister never ceased to try and damage my eardrums.
"Later dear, she hasn't had breakfast yet." My mother gently got her to let go of me and go play with her dolls. I gladly stuffed waffles and strawberries into my mouth. Finally some peace at la- BANG! The front door flew open to reveal a mud-drenched Dean.
"Hey, Happy Birthday! My gift's on the couch." He gave me a lopsided grin.
"Thanks." I grumbled. The food on my plate was being violently stabbed by my fork. I was not a morning person.