On June 16, it was a very ordinary day for Jennie Brewton. Jennie was an 11-years-old, absolutely ordinary girl. But her ordinary life and her ordinary self would not be or would be ordinary depending on your definition of ordinary, and if your definition included being born from a witch and wizard, then I guess she is ordinary.

Jennie woke up hearing her alarm ring. She blinked her eyes slowly and dragged herself out of bed. She walked into her bathroom and snapped her fingers. She stared at herself in the mirror as her comb and toothbrush combed her hair and brushed her teeth.

As soon as the process automatically finished, she turned on the faucet and splashed her face with cool water. After drying herself with a towel, Jennie skipped out of the bathroom then and stepped into her walk-in closet.

"Hmmm…. What should I wear today?" she murmured. Finally she decided on a pink t-shirt with 'Magic Rules' on it and a navy blue mini-skirt. She bounced down the stairs into the dining room where Mrs. Brewston was busily conducting the kitchen utensils to cook a breakfast with her wand, and Mr. Brewston looking at the Daily Prophet.

"Morning mum!" Jennie said cheerfully. "Oh and morning dad." she added. Her parents both said their good mornings and Jennie asked her mum what they were having for breakfast while setting the table the old-fashioned way. Mrs. Brewston's reply came as bacons, eggs, hash browns, and tomato juice. Soon Hugo, Jennie's older brother came downstairs.

"Hi mum. Hi dad. Umm… dad?" Hugo said.

"Yes, what is it son?" Mr. Brewston asked. Hugo took a deep breath in and started talking about how his friends were getting new brooms and how one of them had a Nimbus Two Thousand.

Jennie coughed to hide a laugh and interrupted, "So you want a Nimbus Two Thousand, right?" When Hugo seriously nodded, Mr. Brewster and Jennie broke into laughter. Mr. Brewster shook his head and told Hugo to get ready for bad news. Hugo winced for the answer.

"NO. Sorry son, but I can't afford a fortune like a Nimbus Two Thousand. Your Cleansweep Seven is good enough." Mr. Brewston smiled.

"Oh okay…Fine…" and with that Hugo slumped down in his chair with a gloomy face. And so, after breakfast, time flew by and soon Jennie was in bed.

"Oh I wish I could have a broomstick of my own. I wouldn't care if it was a Comet or Cleansweep." Jennie sighed and closed her eyes.