Chapter one: results?
Lucie Grace Longbottom. Yes, I am the daughter of Neville Longbottom and River Black. Yes, I'm widely unknown and rather unpopular. Yes, I have only a few close friends. Yes, I hate Scorpious Malfoy. Yes, that's the result of having a professor as your father.
Here's the thing: I hate my life. I hate everyone in it. Most of all I hate myself. There was a time when I loved the thought of my dad being a professor at school but then some idiot gets you into trouble with him- mentioning no names Scorpious Malfoy- he goes psycho and decides it's best if I acted like a civilised and mature young woman. Which I am, I promise. He just hasn't seen the civilised and mature woman I am, because he's too busy fussing over a bloody man eating plant that could potentially kill him. Idiot.
It was a funny type of morning, the 1st of September, the dawn of a new era, the first day of my sixth year of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The morning progressed too slow for my liking, I got up at 6.30am- as per usual- jumped in the shower, dried my long brown hair, tutting at the plainness of it. Got dressed, I examined myself in the mirror: light coloured skinny jeans, white doc martens and a floaty white shirt tucked into my jeans, with a bright yellow thin belt to finish it off. Result! I didn't look like an absolute moron! I applied light makeup and made my way down into the kitchen, where my dearest mother had made pancakes for me and satan's spawn, my sister.
"Morning sweetheart." My mum said, scraping her long black hair into a tight ponytail.
"Morning." I muttered, slouching into my chair, and eating like I'd never seen food before. My mother scoffed, "When will you learn to eat like a lady, not a cave man."
"Morning!" Satan's spawn smiled as she sat down next to me. I snarled at her. "Go away." I spat.
"Lucie! Shut up and eat." My mother growled.
"I'm done." I say, shoving my plate across the table and frog marching upstairs to collect my trunk and my owl, Trevor. May I add that Trevor was beautiful, tan coloured feathers with bright green eyes.. He was utterly fascinating.
"LUCIE! We're going to miss the train you idiot!" Alice screeched from downstairs.
"Alice, don't speak to your sister like that, please?" My mum sounded weary, best not annoy her.