Scarlett! WAKE UP!"yelled my mother, right into my face. She was so close I could smell her peppermint vanilla perfume. She dangled my brand new school robes into my face and tried to simultaneously pour a glass of freezing water on my face, to wake me up, looking very comical. I pretended to ignore her, even though I almost burst with laughter. "Scarlett, darling, you need to hurry up. If your aunt arrives before you're dressed she'll have both of our heads."
I opened my eyes blearily, like a cat, and smiled at the pale, red haired woman who was now attempting to dry the robes she had accidently got wet in the comical wake up appearance that had if only partially, succeeded. I was getting ready to go to Hogwarts. My mom was really happy that I was a witch. She was a Squib and we thought my dad was a Muggle so when I got the letter of acceptance she almost cried with elation. It was also her idea to send my aunt, who was the only real witch in the family who didn't live miles away in Sweden, to say goodbye to me at the train station. Well, it wasn't like my mom wasn't very persistent, usually she'd have me out of bed by dawn just to let me get ready. But this time I had told her that I wanted to have a nice full night of sleep before the big day.
So I got out of bed, took a quick shower, I'd forgotten to the night before, and then dressed in black skinny jeans, a blue t-shirt and a navy blue sweatshirt. In case you still can't tell, I love the color blue…like LOVE it. Then I began to pack: another thing on the long list of things I should have down already, luckily I'm an expert at just tossing all the odds and ends I could find that might be of use into my small, blue, suitcase. Swiftly, after looking in the mirror for the first time that day, believe me I got quite a shock…I brushed my curly-wavy strawberry blond hair and used a little mascara to accidently stab myself into the eye repeatedly. Some blue eye shadow and some strawberry vanilla scented lip gloss to spice up my face and that part of getting ready was done. A bite out of a bagel, I wasn't very hungry, no one is when they're extremely excited, and then I was ready.
My aunt was already there in her long layered skirt and her frayed hand knitted sweater with her bright green spectacles balancing precariously on her long nose and she looked livid, when I ran downstairs with all my things including my dwarf owl, Indigo. Indigo was incapable of carrying so much as a paperclip from here to the other side of the room without crashing into at least one extremely valuable item but had luckily made it this far. After many kisses and good byes, mostly from my mom and my step dad, my aunt told me to grip her arm and we apparated to the train station, to platform 9 ¾. I had to apparat alongside her; it makes me feel nauseous and dizzy.
When we arrived there with my aunt was still clutching my hand firmly when my eyes met with the liquid chocolate ones ( I know it sounds cheesy but they were) of a similar aged, ginger haired boy who was standing apart from a very large family of at least five. It looked like his family, because they all had bright red hair and was slightly taller than Scarlett's family. As our eyes locked the boy seemed to challenge me and glanced at the barrier between the platform and the Hogwarts Express station. Concurrently, both the red head and I began running straight at platform 9 ¾ holding onto our trolleys. I barely beat the boy to the platform and when I got there, seconds before him, he ran right into me and pushed my trolley.
"Whoopsidaises! Oh dear, I'm SO sorry." He said sarcastically in a falsetto voice. He grabs Indigo's cage and runs away, sticking his tongue out at her. I looked at him enraged and ran after him through the barrier.
"Whoopsidaises? Is that the best you can come up with? Come here you, hooligan!" I shouted after him. Many heads turned in our direction. Imagine this, a girl holding onto her trolley tightly and a boy a couple meters ahead of her laughing and swinging around a cage with a trapped poor innocent little elf owl in it. That's what all the people around us were so curious about.
"Scarlett!! Come here at once! The disgrace…"her aunt barked after her looking angry and slightly flustered.
"Fred?! George!? I'm so ashamed of you. Percy in his first year as prefect and all, this could ruin his reputation, kindly stop the nonsense," the plump ginger woman shouted at him. She too looked like she had been doing this for a long time and was used to such unruliness.
"I'm George! I've been standing here the last five minutes mother. Geez! Can't you, as our mother, at least tell us apart? Just because I had to clean up Ginny's robes, because of the owl droppings Fred and me put there. Now I'm starting to wish I'd run off with the girl, too," said the indistinguishable ginger haired twin and then realizing what he said blushed.
The little red haired boy and his younger sister giggled. The two of us runaways were back by then. I was so out of breath. Luckily I still had enough strength to grab Indigo's cage and lightly push Fred over. I apologized profusely to Fred's mother and my aunt and they were fine. Unfortunately for me, my aunt still had enough time to give me a hand knitted sweater with a princess on it!
After boarding the train I began to search for a compartment. I was still really angry at Fred so even though he was probably the only person I knew on the train I still didn't want to sit anywhere near him. I had to clean Indigo's cage and I had to calm the poor thing; the innocent owl was quite ruffled up and frazzled by now, so I chose not to sit anywhere near him. I was still unsure what about that boy, Fred, had intrigued or perhaps inspired me to race through the barrier with him. Anyway as soon as I found an emptier compartment I went into. There were already two occupants in the compartment a shallow skinned, black haired boy and a greasy blond haired girl.
"Hello my name's Scarlett. What are your names?"
"I'm Theodore Lestrange. You a pureblood?"
The greasy haired girl said nothing. I blushed deep red; the reason for my nickname Scarlett; no one ever called me my real name: Gwyneth Cleopatra. I mean who in their right mind calls their daughter Gwyneth and then gives her an even more humiliating experience by calling her Cleopatra,too ? Of topic, anyway, I had blushed because I wasn't a pureblood at all, I might as well have been a Muggle with a non witch mother and a father who had left before I was even born.
"No, I'm not, I'm muggleborn. So what? Are you excited? What house do you want to be in?" I replied in my very stoic, stubborn; don't care what you think manner. I tried to smile at the girl. She gave me a cruel look that clearly showed what she thought of me. Mudblood. Both of them were giving of some very nasty vibes, so I was just getting up to leave when two very familiar red heads showed up.
"Hello Lestrange, Parkinson," said George or maybe it was Fred,giving both of them curt, disdainful nods. Then,both of them looked at me standing there, curious and sort of elder brotherly,they directed their eyes at me and then to my other two companions. I went with them. Call me wimpy. I didn't mind; I'd much rather be in the company of two nice boys than in the company of anti-muggleborns.
"Sorry," Fred whispered in my ear. Don't worry I'm not psychic, I just knew it was Fred because George wouldn't want to apologize to me.
"Aaww! It's so cute-young love,"sighed George,"I think I'm going hurl."
I shoved him over, and with Fred's help I managed to push him into the nearest compartment. Then, we sat down and started to talk. There were two other people in this compartment, too. The twins introduced them to me as Lee Jordan and Katie Bell. Then I explained to them why I was in the muggleborn hater compartment. When I had finished George asked me a sincere question. Weird I know.
"If you're muggleborn then why could your mum go through the barrier? Only witches and wizards can go through the barrier."
"Oh that wasn't my mum, it was my aunt. My mother's a Squib and my dad left before I was born. My mum didn't want to have me-I was a mistake. My stepsiblings make sure to mention that whenever I bug them."
We continued to chat till we arrived at Hogwarts several hours later.