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The air was groggy and smelt of burnt charcoal as she landed. Kacie pulled her hair back out of her face as she got off her Firebolt and swung it over her shoulder. She wiped the sweat from her slightly tan forehead and headed down the hill to her house.
When she was 50 yards away she began to sprint. Slightly breathless she finally reached the house. She put her hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The heat of the house lashed out at her as if it had been caged up for so long. She quietly closed the door and walked through the maze of chairs her niece and nephew had left along the kitchen floor and made her way to the front room.
As she pushed through the smooth holly door, she set her broom down, leaving it propped against the wall right inside the door. She took a seat in the black leather recliner chair and relaxed.
Wondering where her family had gone, she sat back up and looked around. She then strained her ears for any sounds of movement, laughter, talking, or even scolding.
Nothing.
Ignoring this little fact and assuming that they had turned in early, Kacie picked up her strewn book from the previous night and continued where she had left off.
After 2 more hours, Kacie muffled a yawn, set the book down, got up and retrieved her broom. Then, pushing her way through the doors again, she headed upstairs.
Listening intently as her footsteps were somewhat muffled by the thick, lush black velvet carpet on the stairs, she ran her hand along the deep chestnut banister. She reached the top and, muffling yet another yawn, turned left and headed up another set of stairs.
As she reached the top of these stairs, she swept her hand on the round ball at the top of the staircase and turned right to her room.
She pushed through the wooden door and set the broom in its glass case. With that done, she changed from her jeans and tee-shirt to her pajamas.
Grabbing her toothbrush from the holder, she applied the toothpaste to the toothbrush and ran it slightly under the water. Then breathing in its minty small, she held it to her teeth and began her usual brushing routine.
Once that was done and finished, Kacie walked out into the hall. The wooden floor felt gingerly cold against her bare feel as she moved back to her bedroom.
She pulled the blue covers up to cover her neck and turned to her side. With her eyes closed, she fell asleep, welcomed by the dreams of flying.
Kacie awoke with a start. She looked lazily at her clock, saw the hands revealing the time. It was 6:59.
After failing to fall back asleep, Kacie gave up and threw the covers off her. She walked to the stairs and, grabbing her bathrobe from the closet at the top of the stairs, she headed downstairs to make her breakfast.
When she reached the kitchen, the maze of chairs was still there. She pushed them all back to their proper places and headed to the refrigerator.
She poured herself a glass of orange juice as she waited for the toast to be done. When it finally popped up from the toaster, she added butter and took a bite.
After she cleaned the crumbs off the table and set the empty glass in the sink, she walked slowly to the stairs. One she reached the bottom of the stairs, however, she heard a creaking noise coming from the second floor.
She sprinted up the stairs 2 at a time until she reached the second floor. She rounded the corner, a smiling playing on her lips.
Thoughts of what to do to scare her sister if that's who it was ran through her mind as she came closer to the creaking noise. When she rounded the next corner and entered the spare bedroom, she saw a hunched figure. They were bent over the chest of drawers, apparently looking for something.
Her smile left. This wasn't anyone she knew. She tried to see who it was, but failed. Finally, giving up hope that he'd turn around, she spoke.
"Who are you?"
The figure froze. She saw him reach for something in his robe's pocket. He stood up straight, and slowly turned to face her.
She felt a small gasp escape her now dry throut as she took in his features. He had a patch of baldness at the back of his head, and his face seemed rather small and round.
"Who are you?" she repeated.
He didn't answer. He swiftly pulled out a wand; the expression of pure terror growing increasingly more noticeable.
"What're you doing?" Kacie asked, doing her best to stay calm.
Before she knew it, she fell crumpled to the floor in a flash of green light.
The air was groggy and smelt of burnt charcoal as she landed. Kacie pulled her hair back out of her face as she got off her Firebolt and swung it over her shoulder. She wiped the sweat from her slightly tan forehead and headed down the hill to her house.
When she was 50 yards away she began to sprint. Slightly breathless she finally reached the house. She put her hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The heat of the house lashed out at her as if it had been caged up for so long. She quietly closed the door and walked through the maze of chairs her niece and nephew had left along the kitchen floor and made her way to the front room.
As she pushed through the smooth holly door, she set her broom down, leaving it propped against the wall right inside the door. She took a seat in the black leather recliner chair and relaxed.
Wondering where her family had gone, she sat back up and looked around. She then strained her ears for any sounds of movement, laughter, talking, or even scolding.
Nothing.
Ignoring this little fact and assuming that they had turned in early, Kacie picked up her strewn book from the previous night and continued where she had left off.
After 2 more hours, Kacie muffled a yawn, set the book down, got up and retrieved her broom. Then, pushing her way through the doors again, she headed upstairs.
Listening intently as her footsteps were somewhat muffled by the thick, lush black velvet carpet on the stairs, she ran her hand along the deep chestnut banister. She reached the top and, muffling yet another yawn, turned left and headed up another set of stairs.
As she reached the top of these stairs, she swept her hand on the round ball at the top of the staircase and turned right to her room.
She pushed through the wooden door and set the broom in its glass case. With that done, she changed from her jeans and tee-shirt to her pajamas.
Grabbing her toothbrush from the holder, she applied the toothpaste to the toothbrush and ran it slightly under the water. Then breathing in its minty small, she held it to her teeth and began her usual brushing routine.
Once that was done and finished, Kacie walked out into the hall. The wooden floor felt gingerly cold against her bare feel as she moved back to her bedroom.
She pulled the blue covers up to cover her neck and turned to her side. With her eyes closed, she fell asleep, welcomed by the dreams of flying.
Kacie awoke with a start. She looked lazily at her clock, saw the hands revealing the time. It was 6:59.
After failing to fall back asleep, Kacie gave up and threw the covers off her. She walked to the stairs and, grabbing her bathrobe from the closet at the top of the stairs, she headed downstairs to make her breakfast.
When she reached the kitchen, the maze of chairs was still there. She pushed them all back to their proper places and headed to the refrigerator.
She poured herself a glass of orange juice as she waited for the toast to be done. When it finally popped up from the toaster, she added butter and took a bite.
After she cleaned the crumbs off the table and set the empty glass in the sink, she walked slowly to the stairs. One she reached the bottom of the stairs, however, she heard a creaking noise coming from the second floor.
She sprinted up the stairs 2 at a time until she reached the second floor. She rounded the corner, a smiling playing on her lips.
Thoughts of what to do to scare her sister if that's who it was ran through her mind as she came closer to the creaking noise. When she rounded the next corner and entered the spare bedroom, she saw a hunched figure. They were bent over the chest of drawers, apparently looking for something.
Her smile left. This wasn't anyone she knew. She tried to see who it was, but failed. Finally, giving up hope that he'd turn around, she spoke.
"Who are you?"
The figure froze. She saw him reach for something in his robe's pocket. He stood up straight, and slowly turned to face her.
She felt a small gasp escape her now dry throut as she took in his features. He had a patch of baldness at the back of his head, and his face seemed rather small and round.
"Who are you?" she repeated.
He didn't answer. He swiftly pulled out a wand; the expression of pure terror growing increasingly more noticeable.
"What're you doing?" Kacie asked, doing her best to stay calm.
Before she knew it, she fell crumpled to the floor in a flash of green light.