A/N: Alrighty, here's my first HP fic, and it's not slash, don't worry, or worry. Anyways, hope you guys like, please review okay?Only thing here I own is plot.Everything,everyone else is Miss Rowling's.Bless her.
In My Eyes
~The restraunt was busy and noisy as usual. The familiar chitter-chatter and sounds of orders being yelled filled the air as I akwardly balanced two trays of teapots and cups to a nearby table. Sighing with relief as I did not crash and drop them and managed to bring them to the safety of the customer's table. The old man patted my head, and gave me a tip of two silvers. I beamed happily as I heard my mother's voice over the noise call out for me. "Cho Chang!!Come over here!". I rushed and pushed back the red curtain and went to my mother in the kitchen.~
"Ah..there you are..Now, Cho, mama is very proud of you for helping, eventhough you are so young...[she started to run her fingers through her hair.]My, how long your hair has grown.."she said lovingly."Oh, come on now, mama, what did you call me for?"she asked, obviously pretending to be annoyed in a childish manner, hands on her hips. She accidently bumped her hips into a waiter, and the tray he was carrying crashed onto the ground as Cho gave a yelp of surprise and blushed furiously. "Aiya..never mind that. Reparo!!"she called out and the glass was put back together.
"Sorry.."Cho winced. "It's alright dear, anyways, this is for you..Accio, envelope..". Her words softened as she ended her sentence.
An envelope came whizzing through the kitchen as the chefs ducked and avoided it. It rested into Cho's hands. She gaped in awe. It was an official letter from Hogwarts.
~So that was the fateful day I recieved the letter from Hogwarts, congratulating me on my acceptance into the famous school. I was really surprised, and happy, yet I felt sad to, on having to leave my home, the restraunt, and especially my family.~
TBC
A/N:So how is it?Please review, so I'd now what readers want!Go on now, review please!I know, Cho is an obvious female distraction of Harry's, and most of the time, that is how she is looked upon, so, I am giving her depth, in my own way.
In My Eyes
~The restraunt was busy and noisy as usual. The familiar chitter-chatter and sounds of orders being yelled filled the air as I akwardly balanced two trays of teapots and cups to a nearby table. Sighing with relief as I did not crash and drop them and managed to bring them to the safety of the customer's table. The old man patted my head, and gave me a tip of two silvers. I beamed happily as I heard my mother's voice over the noise call out for me. "Cho Chang!!Come over here!". I rushed and pushed back the red curtain and went to my mother in the kitchen.~
"Ah..there you are..Now, Cho, mama is very proud of you for helping, eventhough you are so young...[she started to run her fingers through her hair.]My, how long your hair has grown.."she said lovingly."Oh, come on now, mama, what did you call me for?"she asked, obviously pretending to be annoyed in a childish manner, hands on her hips. She accidently bumped her hips into a waiter, and the tray he was carrying crashed onto the ground as Cho gave a yelp of surprise and blushed furiously. "Aiya..never mind that. Reparo!!"she called out and the glass was put back together.
"Sorry.."Cho winced. "It's alright dear, anyways, this is for you..Accio, envelope..". Her words softened as she ended her sentence.
An envelope came whizzing through the kitchen as the chefs ducked and avoided it. It rested into Cho's hands. She gaped in awe. It was an official letter from Hogwarts.
~So that was the fateful day I recieved the letter from Hogwarts, congratulating me on my acceptance into the famous school. I was really surprised, and happy, yet I felt sad to, on having to leave my home, the restraunt, and especially my family.~
TBC
A/N:So how is it?Please review, so I'd now what readers want!Go on now, review please!I know, Cho is an obvious female distraction of Harry's, and most of the time, that is how she is looked upon, so, I am giving her depth, in my own way.