Lightening was striking around her. Her heart was racing but all she knew was that she had to get away from the hysterical laughter that followed her. Running down the gravel path not seeing where she was going her foot suddenly caught and she flew forward through the air. Sprawled on the cold, dusty ground she tasted the metallic liquid of her blood filling her gaping mouth. A towering shadow hovered over her whimpering body and a bone-chilling voice whispered, "Your blood is mine my love."
Emily's eyes flew open and sweat beaded across her worried brow. There was no denying it, it was defiantly the same dream again. But why? Shaking her head she glanced over at the clock. "Seven already? No point in trying to get back to sleep now." She said to the empty room in a huff. Her room was still pitch black, and glancing out the large window she knew why.
"MOM! It's raining AGAIN! Does it never stop! I swear I'm going back to California!" The weather outside seemed to be mocking her. She missed the beaches that they had left behind. Although it had only been a few days ago it felt more like years. Ever since her dad had died… a tear slid down her cheek. No. She didn't want to think about that. Her mother had promised her that moving to England would help both of them, help them move on. Well maybe she didn't want to move on! What happened was wrong! She drove her fist into the headboard. "Stupid stupid stupid! OWWW! Oh shit!" Still holding her poor injured hand she started crawling out of bed. It seemed that nothing was going her way, her foot caught in the sheets and soon she was lying in a grumbling heap on the hardwood floor.
"Emily? Sweetie are you ok?" Emily's head fell back with a thud while she looked at her mother. Even in the dim lighting her mother was strikingly pretty. The toll of the past weeks had taken the gleam out of her mother's once glowing brown eyes, her black hair laid limply on her shoulder and her naturally pale skin was tight and drawn. Even with this her mother radiated a sense of comfort. "Hunny?" Snapping out of her thoughts Emily slowly dragged herself off the floor. "Oh god, that's gonna leave a hell of a bruise!" "Watch your language Emily and come downstairs. Breakfast is ready." And with that her dear mother strolled out of the dark room, bursting into laughter as soon as she passed the door.
"Typical. I could be suffering from internal bleeding and have broken ribs and she worries about cussing and waffles…. Typical." Still grumbling about waffles Emily made her way down the huge staircase and into the kitchen. When she got there however she was shocked to see an elderly man sitting at the table already indulging in her stinking waffles. He wore small spectacles on his aged face and had twinkling blue eyes and a flowing white beard. He also wore a very spectacular set of dark blue robes. Her mother, who was as normal sitting on the counter was caught, in conversation with the man and obviously didn't see Emily stroll in. It took Emily a good 4 phony coughs before her mother even realized she was there. "Oh Emily! I would like you to meet Headmaster Dumbledore." Her mother smiled in her direction obviously expecting her to be friendly this early in the morning. Not feeling much like herself Emily surprisingly complied. "Good morning Professor." Feeling more like herself again, "May I ask what you are doing here at such an ungodly hour?" "Emily! Behave." Her mother said in a low growl.
"Actually that is a very valid question to ask. As you see Ms. Evans your mother and I have been discussing the furthering of your education come autumn. As you may already be aware you will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As simple as this may seem, problems have arisen regarding your "condition". It seems that there are many complications.The other professors and I have decided it would be best if it is kept quiet for a little longer. Also joining a new school during 6th year can be strenuous as it is, but you have also just moved hereonly week ago if I am not mistaken..." Seeing both Evans nodding he continued. "Well I decided to come by to hand deliver this letter of acceptance to our school and wish you the best of luck. Thank you Anna for the delightful breakfast." With a wink of his eye he added, "Oh and Ms. Evans I wouldn't worry too much about the internal bleeding." With a twinkle of his eye he got up and walked over to the fireplace. After throwing a small amount of FlooPowder into their large stone fireplace he shouted "The Leaky Cauldron!" and disappeared in a whirl of smoke.
"Well that was interesting… Now where are MY waffles?" Her mother grabbed out her wand and with a roll of her eyes and a whisk of her wand a pile of waffles materialized out of thin air and flew at Emily. Grumbling once again about the stinking waffles Emily trudged out of the kitchen and back up to her room. "Get ready Emily! We're leaving in half an hour and we're leaving whether you are done or not!" Her mother shouted after her.
After hearing her mother's warning Emily made a dash for her room. She ran past her bedroom window only to glare at the lousy one last time. "England has got to be the most depressing hunk of land in the world. Why anyone would actually voluntarily choose to live in this dull country is beyond me." Emily thought to herself as she quickly rushed to her closet. "Hmmm now what to where." Although Emily frequently denied it she definitely took far too long in the morning to get ready. Opening her closet Emily got right to it. Throwing a pair of jeans and a black lacy tank onto her bed, she mumbled and turned around grabbing black hooded cloak also. "Stupid weather!" Still mumbling Emily threw herself onto the bed and suddenly remembered the envelope that the Professor had handed her. Across the front of the envelope in intricate green calligraphy was her new address,
Ms. Emily Dayrin Evans
768 Mooring Place
London, England
This was definitely going to take some getting used to. Tearing the envelope open she found one piece of parchment with a long letter welcoming her to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Then a smaller paper fell out onto her lap. On it was a list of school supplies she had to get. Laughing she yelled down to her mother, "Mom, it looks like we need to do a little back to school shopping!"
Refocusing on her task Emily walked over to the body-length mirror hanging beside her closet. Grimacing she look at herself. True she wasn't bad looking but before 8 in the morning was not her physical best. Her hair was still ruffled and sticking at end in various places and her faded pajamas had seen better days. The once visible pink bunnies had now faded to ugly pink blotches. Grabbing her brush she started brushing her hair. Her hair always seemed to grow surprisingly quickly. Her long hair was a glimmering glossy black and reached down to the middle of her back. Now brushed and slightly tamed her hair showed its naturally loose curls. Running into the bathroom she brushed her teeth and scrubbed her face. She grabbed her makeup out of the top drawer. This wasn't any average Covergirl brand makeup however. This was Blitzen Betty's Magical Revival Makeup for On the Go. Sure it was a mouth full but it was worth it. Quickly opening the makeup case she watched as a brush flew up to accent her large eyes with a slight shimmer and a light pink tint was added to her pale cheeks. Her pale skin was a characteristic she had inherited from her mother yet seems to have paled even further since the event and with the dark hair and her thick curtain of long black eyelashes she often looked almost gothic. However she had inherited her favorite feature from her late father. Her large almond-shaped blue eyes. They seemed at times to be almost unnaturally blue. Curtained by the dark lashed the clear light blue colour of her eyes changed colour to a strikingly silver colour when she altered due to her condition.
Suddenly realizing she was running out of time she rushed back into her room and stripped off her pjs. Once again standing infront of the much hated mirror she smiled as she saw the little jeweled naval ring and little black rose on her hip that her mother had yet to find out about. Yes she was a witch but the moving pictures of magical tattoos never appealed to her like the muggle tattoos did. She had a petite build and was quite short. Last time she checked she was just a little over 5 feet tall. Grabbing her jeans she crammed into them. Tripping she let out a string of curses as she hurriedly tried putting on the shirt and a pair of socks at the same time. She quickly grabbed a pair of sneaker and shoved her wand and the list of school supplies into a purse just when she heard it, the undeniable sound of a very pissed off mother.
"Emily get down here this second! We're already 15 minutes late!" she grabbed her jacket and the purse, ran out of her room and slid down the banister into the foyer. "Hi mom! Miss me?" Emily asked her fuming mother with an innocent smile pasted across her face. Grabbing her daughter Anna ran towards the fireplace and mimicking the earlier Professor she threw in FlooPowder and shouted "The Leaky Cauldron". As her mother disappeared Emily did the same, although she closed her eyes. "God I hate fireplace!" she shouted in the process inhaling soot and choking. With her lack of oxygen she didn't notice her sudden stop and flew into the tavern. Her sudden in-air experience could've been fatal had it not been for the body cushioning her fall. Suddenly she felt a strong pair of hands wrap themselves around her waist. Slowly opening her eyes she found herself staring into a pair of gorgeous silver eyes….
Ok dear reader this is my very first Fic so I hope you love it… Guess yet what Emily is? Hehe. And whose gorgeous eyes are those? Stay tuned for further developments. Please Review! Any comments leave them for me.
