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"Ray Malloy, if you don't wake up this instant I'm going to charm to you stay awake for a week!" My mothers voice echoed down the hallway.
"I'm up I'm up!" I shouted desperately. Today was my last day in Washington D.C. because I'm moving to London where my mother's job relocated her.
But let me back up for a second. I'm Ray Malloy and I'm 17 years old. I'm a gifted pureblood witch, but I don't flaunt it like other Pureblood wizarding families do. I love and live for Quidditch, and I used to play Chaser at my old academy in the States, Smith's Academy of Magical Defense. At Smith's they broadcast every Quidditch game so I'm somewhat popular with wizards and witches my age that watch it., in fact my whole team is. All four of the teams are.
"Ray, darling," I heard a soft voice and groaned."What Lo?" I said to my older brother as I spot him peek through my door.
"Mom wanted me to check on you and make sure you're awake. We're leaving in 30,"
"I don't see why she's worried about ME being fully awake! I'm the morning person out of this family!" I shouted louder so my whole family can hear. Just because I was the only girl in the family, and the youngest I was treated like a baby, I hated it.
Logan smiled and inhaled deeply. "If I was you, I'd hurry downstairs and eat the waffles before Dan beats you to it."
I smiled. "WAFFLES!" I said and ran out of my room, down the stairs and into the kitchen plopping myself into a stool in one graceful move. "Morning," I chirped happily.
"John! If we don't hurry up we're going to be late!" I heard my mother shouting from my parent's bedroom.
"Late for what?" I asked.
"Your mother and I have to sign the contract for the house at precisely 5."
"Ooh, wait…5? It's only 9 right now though, how are we going to be late?" I asked my dad while I pondered. "Oh! Duh! They're like 7 hours ahead." I declared.
My dad patted me on the head and laughed. "Can't put anything past you, my little Ray of sunshine."
I scowled back and replied "Daaaaaaaaad! You must have better puns than that!" But of course I knew he didn't.
I finished up my breakfast without running into my other brother Daniel. He was usually in Egypt most of the time, that's where he worked. He loves all things Ancient and after he graduated Smith's he moved there to help translate some ancient language for the Ministry of Magic.
"I'm going to take a quick shower and change!" I called out to my dad and stomped up the stairs. When I entered my room I frowned, it would be the last time I'd be in here. I didn't really grow attached to it though; I always had to move around ever 3-4 months because mum's always made some new enemies with her job. She worked for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. I'm constantly worried when she's gone but I know she can take care of herself.
I finally remembered that I was on a time schedule and I stopped reminiscing. I stripped off my clothes tossing them onto the floor as I made my way to the shower. I sighed and breathed in my Vanilla soap, shampoo, and conditioner. I was addicted to the smell. After a few minutes in the shower I washed out the conditioner and grabbed the towel that was hanging over the top of the shower and wrapped it around my body before opening the shower door. Just like I expected, there was my mother tapping her feet impatiently.
"Put a move on it won't you Ray, we can't be late," she said and quickly left probably going to harass my brothers.
I put a charm on my hair so it would dry and straighten and then I quickly changed into some clothes I had put out the night before. I wasn't too worried about using magic because I knew they couldn't trace it to a single person, only in an area. I never was out of line with using my magic, so my parents allowed it. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed the rest of the things I left in my room. I hauled it down the stairs and shoved it into one of those charmed bags that expands magically to whatever size it needs to carry. I stepped into the kitchen and announced happily "No need to fear! Ray Malloy is now here!" I placed my hands on my hips in a Superman pose and grinned.
Daniel turned around and smiled a perfect set of white teeth at me, "It makes me sleep better at night to know that,"
"As it should," I replied coolly and matched his smile. His green eyes sparkled and he laughed. Everyone in my family had those green eyes besides my father; it was fair though because we all inherited his dark brown hair, and not my mother's slightly red tinted hair.
My brother Daniel was about as un-athletic as one could get. He loved Ancient Runes as a student at Smith's and took a career up in Egypt deciphering ancient languages predating the earliest of the Hieroglyphs found in Egypt.
"Are we all set than?" Logan asked as he padded down the stairs and flicked his wet hair in my face. I gave him a rather…unfriendly gesture with my middle finger and smirked at him.
"You two…" My mother said in a warning voice and put the last of the items in the house into a magical expanding bag or box.
"I guess this is it than." I said as I took my last look around my old house. Everyone gathered all the boxes that were left, most of them had been moved to the new house already, and stepped into the fireplace.
I watched as my mom went first shouting "The Malloy's Residence in London!" A green flame surrounded her and she disappeared with all of the luggage that was put into the fireplace.
My brothers went next and then my father pushed me forward, "Come on honey, can't be late," he smiled at me. I nodded and took one last look of the house.
I stepped inside the fireplace and took a handful of floo powder. "The Malloy's Residen—" I paused and jumped out of the fireplace remembering something very important.
My dad looked at my quizzically, "What's wrong?" he asked me.
"Nothing! I forgot something…in my room! You go; I'll be right behind you!" I called as a I ran back up the stairs.
My dad shot me an odd look and then stepped into the fireplace flooing to my new house.
I couldn't believe I almost forgot the stash of Weasley goods that I bought while I was at Smith's. I had found a catalogue while I was in Diagon Alley a few years ago and decided to give it a try. I had been a loyal customer since my first order. Every month or so I'd order a new stash of fireworks, fake wands, or some disgusting concoction that would make my enemies do every amusing things.
I rushed into my room hoping it was still there, my brother Logan had a knack for stealing my precious funnies, as he called it. I laughed to myself and ran over to the air conditioning vent near where my bed was. I cast a quick spell and the screws came undone. Tossing the screen aside I shoved my hand and felt around for the bag. I smiled big as I felt the cloth bag; I grabbed it and pulled it out, casting a spell on it to make it shrink. I shoved it in my pocket and ran back downstairs, skipping into the living room I grabbed a handful of floo powder. "Well goodbye old house," I said and took one more glance at the house.
I stepped into the fireplace, "THE MALLOYS RESIDENCE IN LONDON!" I threw the floo powder into the fireplace and closed my eyes. I hated flooing, it was dirty, smelly, I usually ended up having dirt in my eyes and of course the irresistible urge to vomit. I should make a book titled 101 reasons why not to floo.