A/N Yeah I know, this story is crap and its horrible, but I was forced to write it. But this is my first fanfic so don't judge, so Please review only if u have something nice. And If I get enough reviews, then I might write more and longer chapters.
I eyed the owl which was perched outside on my windowsill. Was it normal for them to stare at you for 10 minutes straight? I mean, in my world, maybe, but in the no-maj's, not at all. I stared back for a long time. Finally, I got restless, And I sprung from my chair, opened the window and shooed the owl away. It hooted angrily and then a second I thought that the owl had brought mail, but I quickly shook away that thought; owl-mail was forbidden in America. Why? I don't know, ask the rule-lovers and prissy MACUSA. The Magical Congress of the United States of America. I had admired MACUSA when I was little but now, not so much. I stared at my window for about 5 minutes when I started to get fidgety. I finally thought that I should get some fresh air. My window still being open, I closed it, and made sure no one can see me from. Feeling satisfied, I closed my eyes, concentrated really hard, and-"SYLVIAAAAA!" I started, jumping a foot up and promptly tripping on a pair of My door swung open and my little 7-year old sister stood outside my room. "Are you deaf?! Mom was calling you for, like, and hour! You're going to be in HUGE trouble!"I glared at her, wishing I could hex her right there. Shrinking from my stare, she huffed at me and left. As I was about to leave my room, I went to my closet and quickly took a peak at my trunk of all my Ilvermorny supplies. "I'll be back." I whispered to no one in particular. And with that, I left my room to meet the world's most angriest mom.