Into the World
starfilledDREAMER
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. End of story. This was created for the Thirty Drabbles in Thirty Days challenge.
Chapter One: Open Door
I stretched in bed, not willing to open my eyes just yet. It was September first. It was the first year I wasn't going to Hogwarts. I grinned, throwing the covers off of my body and bounded out of bed, into the hallway and to the kitchen. Normally I was the last one up, but I was too excited to finally be done with school to really care. You see, in Hogwarts I was the youngest of my friends. Everyone else was older than me by at least a year. I hummed to myself as I made eggs and pancakes for my two flat mates, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. We were the best of friends in Hogwarts and I was happy they took me in under their roof when I wanted to get away from my parents.
"Mmm, something smells good," Alicia said, a smile on her face as she practically floated into the kitchen. At nineteen going on twenty she didn't look a day older than sixteen. I blame her sweet face and short stature. I smiled back at Alicia, stacking the last pancake onto the top of the pile and put the plate next to the plate of eggs on the table.
"Thanks, I figured I would make a nice breakfast for us, since I was up," I said, laughing softly as Angelina practically stumbled into the room. I couldn't contain my laugher. "Morning Angelina," I said, walking over to get the carton of milk out of the refrigerator and setting it on the table before sitting at my spot at the table. We helped ourselves to breakfast as Angelina made herself a cup of coffee, not acknowledging either of us. It was like that the morning after going out. Angelina was always the last one of us up and would either everyone until she felt she had enough energy to compete with the day. I love Angie, I do, but sometimes I wonder whether or not it's normal to act like that.
"So," I started as Angelina sat down with a sigh, helping herself to eggs, "what's on the agenda for today?" Alicia looked at me as if I was crazy. I was confused as to what I did.
"Katie, it's Monday. I think you should start to look for something to do. You know, a job." She didn't say it harshly, but I was still shocked. A job? Already?
"Yeah, she's right Katie. You were always really great with Charms and Potions. Why don't you come into London with us to see if St. Mungo's has a trainee class going on sometime soon?" I turned my head to Angelina, staring at her with wide eyes. She knew I absolutely hated St. Mungo's, especially after touching a cursed necklace in the beginning of my seventh year last year."Katie, think about it. You could do any kind of medic training. Any kind." They were ganging up on me, almost as if they planned it. Sure, I had always wanted to be a medic for profession Quidditch teams, but it was so soon after I had been released from St. Mungo's myself.
"Guys, I don't know…" I shook my head, pushing half of my pancake away. The idea was unsettling, but I knew they were right. After I was injured, even though it was a minute part of my finger, it was a vital finger on my throwing arm and without it I couldn't do anything related to Quidditch. Except to become a medic. I sighed, before nodding my head. I could hear Alicia and Angelina high five and it confirmed my thoughts on them planning it. "Alright, I'll do it. But, only because there's no hope for me to get on a professional Quidditch team. And that's the only reason."
But they grinned anyway, knowing they had gotten me exactly where they wanted me. "A closed window leads to a door opened," Alicia said, standing up to bring her plate over to the sink. I pursed my lips, knowing she was right.
"When do we leave?"
A/N: I'm backk! It's been a while since I had enough muse to attempt a chaptered story. But, with the help of Mystii's challenge, I have ideas spinning around my head. So, hopefully they'll stay there!