Heather's POV
Every other person thinks I'm the perfect girl with beauty, smarts, and a promising future. That's almost true. Well, at least I'm not exaggerating, which is a fact. I do have brown hair and blonde highlights, along with brown eyes the color of coffee (which I've been told many times look exactly like my mother's!), and I also have a milky white complexion, paired with light pink cheeks. Another thing, I REALLY like the color pink. I adore everything in pink. I'M NOT JOKING EITHER!
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I have received my letter to Hogwarts just a few weeks ago my parents were overjoyed. So, today I have been shopping for school supplies. I have finally arrived to Diagon Alley with my mother and father.
I received my letter from Hogwarts a few weeks ago and my parents were overjoyed. So, today I'm going shopping for school supplies, and me, mother, and father have all arrived in Diagon Alley. The first place we were going was Ollivander's Wand shop! When I entered, Ollivander slipped into the room, coughing between his words, "Welcome, welcome child! Remember, it's the wand that chooses the witch of wizard. Anyways, let's get started! First, I will need the day and month you were born on." Before I got the chance to answer, Ollivander approached me and with a flick of his wand he made a measuring tape appear. I gave him a puzzled look, assuming he was still waiting for an answer. "Let's see..." Ollivander says as he reaches for his ladder and slowly making it towards the top shelf, "It could be this one...? No... How about- wait, no... Maybe this one?" He examined the wand carefully before instructed me to give it a flick. I hesitated for a moment before taking the wand from him and giving it a tap.
Nothing happens... how strange. Disappointed Heather handed back the wand, ready to leave when she was startled by an exclamation from the wand maker. "Yes...yes...this should be just right...maybe more than right...". Once again, you reach for the wand but just as Heather's fingers touch the wand, a sense like no other fills your body. Cheerfully, Ollivander smiles at her and says, "Wood: Rosewood,Core: Phoenix Feather, 10 1/3 inches, Right Hand, not too shabby at all. I'm sure you will accomplish great things with this!".
Thanking the wand maker once more, I paid for my wand and left the store, ready to tackle any obstacle that may block my way.
-Platform 9 & 3/4-
Finally the day arrives. You wave goodbye to your parents as the train leaves platform 9 3/4. When you can no longer see them you decide to find a compartment. You see three different compartments with room for you, but where do you sit?
Heather Mercer made her way through the aisle of the Hogwarts Express for the first time in her life. She looked into each compartment carefully, hoping to find a seat in a compartment that wasn't already filled with students. She came to one with only three seated inside and peered through the glass door. She knocked softly and opened the door.
"May I?" She asked quietly, as she stepped She awkwardly ran hand through her flaming auburn hair While fidgeting with her fingers nervously and looked around at the other students. "I'm sorry, but everywhere else is full."
"No problem! Hi my name is Hermione Granger and the boy sitting next to me is ..." She glance at the boy who looks up and stutters "iam Nevile Longbottom." "Nice to meet you both." Heather said cheerfully.
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I've been sorted into the house of the ravens: RAVENCLAW! Of course, I didn't argue and say things along the lines of, "I don't belong here!" or "I don't fit here!" because clearly the sorting hat knows people better than you might think. It can see into your thoughts and memories, so there are no false sortings. If you're a Ravenclaw, you're a Ravenclaw for life. Apparently all of those thoughts happened in a short amount of time because I was soon stepping off the tall stool and the next student came up the stairs to get sorted. As I was walking down the few steps away from the Sorting Hat, I bumped into somebody. "I'm so sorry!" I said, blushing, looking up at who I bumped into. HARRY POTTER?! He's blushing too... Wait- I just bumped into the most famous person of our age! "I'm SO sorry!" I repeated before quickly running over to my table, and he just stood there for a few seconds before stumbling over to the Sorting Hat.