Scribbling Quill ~ " Soooooooo..."
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Scribblingquill677 ~ " I'd just like all you peoples out there to know that me and miss bookworm wrote this ….. we still don't own twilight (we don't want to) or harry potter (seriously JK Rowling said no even after eight hours of hard begging!"
Wow this guy's an idiot. If he claimed that he loved me then why the hell would he leave me, a fragile human in the middle of the freaking woods. I mean this guy is just great. After remembering where I was, i whipped out my wand and performed the point me spell. Some things you should know
1. I sure as hell aren't Bella Swan. I am Isabella (Bella) Potter, the other chosen one and Harry Potter's twin sister
2. I only dated that sparkly douche for some find out whether the Cullen family were on Voldemort's side but as it turns out they don't even seem to believe that magic exists
3. Bella Swan is still living with her mother in Phoenix and Charlie died in a boating accident shortly before I came here
No one except Dumbledore and Harry know where I am.
I trudged my way back to the house I was currently calling home. Slamming the door behind me, I stomped into the living room where Charlie was watching a football game.
We used magic to make Charlie Weasley's long red hair short and black and rid him of all his freckles.
"Charlie" I called, "they left. Can we go home now?"
He looked over at me, his expression thoughtful. "I guess." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, Dumbledore sent us here just to watch them. Now that they're gone, we don't really have any use staying here."
I smiled and nearly skipped up the stairs with happiness. I'd been stuck here for nearly three years. Finally I could go back to Hogwarts and back to my brother and friends.
Packing my bag manually was a total pain. Honestly, if they had to send me all the way out to this stupid, dark town they could have at least let me use magic. Charlie, the lucky guy, got to use magic as he pleased but still refused to use it for me, saying it would spoil me. I'd like to see how he'd feel about that if I stopped cooking for him. Even using his magic, he managed to burn water.
How the hell do you even do that? Seriously.
Once I was safely in my room, I pulled out a very worn shoe box, and grabbed my beloved wand. I then grabbed my shrunken trunk from the box and very calmly stated "pack." All my things flew around folding themselves in the process of neatly getting into my trunk. Oh how I've missed magic.
When my trunk finally finished packing itself, I practically ran (running as fast as you can with a huge trunk) down the stairs.
"Charlie!" I screamed, "aren't you ready yet? Aren't I supposed to be the bloody girl!"
"Shut Up! Isabella!" Charlie cried as he ran down the staircase levitating his trunk behind him.
I took a deep breath and grinned. "Let's go home."