It's a beautiful hot summer day in New York City. It was Rush hour, people
pushing by each other, yelling out for yellow taxies. But one girl who seems
to stand out is 14 year old Sarah Riddle, she had just came out of an abandon
coffee shop. That's what it seems to muggles (non-magic folk), but to witches
and wizards it's a shop for drinks and to travel from place to place by floo
powder. She has two brilliant gray eyes; she has long wavy hair that is blacker
than ink. She wore a white T-shirt with tight blue jeans with a jean jacket,
and had white chanklas (my word for slippers). Sarah moves to the side, so
she wouldn't block the doorway. She set down her bags beside her feet and
her owl cage behind a big pot of flowers so the muggles won't see it.
Sarah had just returned from Drumstrang, she couldn't wait to go back in
September.
Sarah's life to her was a mystery. She never knew her father; she can only remember simple things about him in her dreams, like his voice and burley images of him. Her mother never spoke much of him, though Sarah asked once about him: "I have no time to answer your silly little questions, now go and study some spells for once!". Sarah's mom doesn't like Sarah at all for some reason; her mother never even gave her a hug. Sarah is always trying to please her mother, but nothing seems to work. Her mother works for the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Usually every summer her mother sends her away to 'summer camp for young witches and wizards of all ages. Sarah wishes just once for her life to be more interesting, but you know what they say, be careful for what you wish for.
"She's over here!" it was Mike, her mother's boyfriend. They met about two years ago; they both are a perfect pair. They both get on Sarah's nerves its as if they were meant to be, but sometimes her mom seems to be the one wearing the pants in their relationship
Joanne yelled from inside the car "Sarah get inside now!"
"You don't have to yell, I'm only over here!" Sarah picked up her bags and threw them inside the car.
" Hello" she said sitting down and closing the car door
"Muggles everywhere!" Mike said "They all smell really bad..... like camburgs and hothogs".
Sarah sighed; she's always being ignored. "Its HAMburgs and hotDOGs" corrected Sarah, wishing she were never in the car but back in school.
Mike rolled his eyes "same thing"
"You are not going to camp this year, we are going to move to London"
Sarah's jaw dropped. "WHAT!? Why?"
"Watch you tone of voice young lady"
She rolled her eyes and sighed "sorry mother"
"We will leave tomorrow morning, so when we get home pack up everything, do I make my self clear"
"Yes mother, crystal clear" and as clear I can smell your nasty breath, she said in her mind.
Joanne faced front.
Sarah's mom looked really young for her age, she had black hair brown eyes. Her straight hair looked kind of greasy. Almost like her mother and brother. Thank goodness Sarah's hair didn't come out like that.
"So Sarah, did you learn something for once this year?" said Mike stopping at a red light and looking at her from the view mirror.
"Yes I have, would you like to hear? It might come in handy since you never learned anything in your life" she said sarcastically
"SARAH MARISA NICHOLAEVNA TATIANA ROMANOW RIDDLE, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO MIKE LIKE THAT, AFTER ALL HE'S DONE FOR YOU. YOU SELFISH LITTLE BRAT"
" I'm so sorry, I don't know what gotten over me" she rolled her eyes, it was quiet after that.
Sarah had trouble with her bags, but no one helped her, Mike and Joanne went inside already. After 10 minutes of tripping and carrying her big bags, she finally went inside her house. Once she was inside she threw herself on the big black leather sofa. After a while Sarah stood up and went inside her room. She kept her room simply and plain, so she thought. But, since they were moving her room was empty, the only thing there was her bed. Her walls were purple, she had gold curtains. Her bed was by her window, so she can glazed at the twin of her eyes, the moon.
Two hours had past and Mike enters her room without knocking, he closed the door behind him.
"Don't you knock?" Sarah said looking out the window.
"Yes but in this case.... No" he leaned against the wall.
She faced him "what do you want?"
"I need to talk to you"
"Well you already are right?"
"Why do you make things so difficult?"
Sarah was shocked by the statement "why do you think I make things so difficulty?"
Sarah cut Him off "Now look here missy-".
"The names Sarah"
Mike started to get fushtraded "would you shut up and listen"
Sarah crossed her arms "fine"
"I'm going to ask your mother to marry me when we get to London"
She arched a brow at him "...So?"
"What do you mean so? Are you ok with this? Are you mad? Happy?"
"I really don't care.... Did you expect me to care after everything you and her told me, you both never cared about me and why are you telling me this? I could go tell her right now" she said turning her head to him.
"I know you won't, and plus I had second thoughts about being the big bad step father"
"Well right now you are the big annoying person by the door" she said looking away and out the window.
Mike chuckled. "Well, good night Sarah"
"Good night big annoying person by the door.... Or should I say soon to be big bad step father"
Annoying person, or should I say soon to be big bad stepfather. Mike chuckled and closed the door behind him. Sarah opens her window and felt the cool summer bezze come in. Mike was acting really strange, he's usually mean to Sarah, but I guess people change. It was her last night in New York City and she was stuck inside her room, looking out the window. She wondered what her friends were doing right now, she would send them an owl but she's too lazy, she'll send it later. She looked down to the sidewalk were teenager muggles walk by, and yellow taxis pass's with passengers inside. She leaned black on her wall and closed her eyes, and fell to sleep, not attending to. It was dark, no light what so ever. Then there was light all of a sudden. Sarah was inside a room there was a man standing by a fireplace. He was trawling his wand in her long fingers; he looked familiar to Sarah. Sarah wanted to speak but she couldn't, something was holding her back. She took a step forward, afraid to even move, she was surprise she had moved. There was a smirk on his face. Then he spoke "You would do just fine" his voice has Sarah shiver inside. Then she heard another voice.
"Sarah?" Sarah opened one eyes, Mike was looking at her as if he seen a ghost.
"I'm up, I'm up" she rubbed her eyes as yawned.
"Well lets go" Joanne called from the living room Sarah stood up, little help from Mike and walk out her room.
"What about the boxes?" she asked looking back in her room.
"I already brought them in the house" Sarah glanced at her mother who was standing in front of the fireplace.
"Were going by floo powder?" she said half asleep.
"Yes" said Joanne in annoyed tone. Sarah walk into the fireplace, it was all dusty and smelly.
"Just say Zanders manor" said mike handing Sarah the jar of floo powder.
Sarah's eyes widen. "A manor?"
"Yes! Now hurry up!" yelled her mother. Sarah rolled her eyes. She grabs a handful of floo powder and said
"Zanders Manor" and threw the powder to her feet. She was now her way; many colors swirled around her. Ever since she was little she hated traveling by floo powder, She starts feeling sick in the middle of the trip. It all stop, she landed safely on her feet but with a lot of dust on her. She steps out and dust her. She looks at her surroundings.
Sarah's life to her was a mystery. She never knew her father; she can only remember simple things about him in her dreams, like his voice and burley images of him. Her mother never spoke much of him, though Sarah asked once about him: "I have no time to answer your silly little questions, now go and study some spells for once!". Sarah's mom doesn't like Sarah at all for some reason; her mother never even gave her a hug. Sarah is always trying to please her mother, but nothing seems to work. Her mother works for the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Usually every summer her mother sends her away to 'summer camp for young witches and wizards of all ages. Sarah wishes just once for her life to be more interesting, but you know what they say, be careful for what you wish for.
"She's over here!" it was Mike, her mother's boyfriend. They met about two years ago; they both are a perfect pair. They both get on Sarah's nerves its as if they were meant to be, but sometimes her mom seems to be the one wearing the pants in their relationship
Joanne yelled from inside the car "Sarah get inside now!"
"You don't have to yell, I'm only over here!" Sarah picked up her bags and threw them inside the car.
" Hello" she said sitting down and closing the car door
"Muggles everywhere!" Mike said "They all smell really bad..... like camburgs and hothogs".
Sarah sighed; she's always being ignored. "Its HAMburgs and hotDOGs" corrected Sarah, wishing she were never in the car but back in school.
Mike rolled his eyes "same thing"
"You are not going to camp this year, we are going to move to London"
Sarah's jaw dropped. "WHAT!? Why?"
"Watch you tone of voice young lady"
She rolled her eyes and sighed "sorry mother"
"We will leave tomorrow morning, so when we get home pack up everything, do I make my self clear"
"Yes mother, crystal clear" and as clear I can smell your nasty breath, she said in her mind.
Joanne faced front.
Sarah's mom looked really young for her age, she had black hair brown eyes. Her straight hair looked kind of greasy. Almost like her mother and brother. Thank goodness Sarah's hair didn't come out like that.
"So Sarah, did you learn something for once this year?" said Mike stopping at a red light and looking at her from the view mirror.
"Yes I have, would you like to hear? It might come in handy since you never learned anything in your life" she said sarcastically
"SARAH MARISA NICHOLAEVNA TATIANA ROMANOW RIDDLE, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO MIKE LIKE THAT, AFTER ALL HE'S DONE FOR YOU. YOU SELFISH LITTLE BRAT"
" I'm so sorry, I don't know what gotten over me" she rolled her eyes, it was quiet after that.
Sarah had trouble with her bags, but no one helped her, Mike and Joanne went inside already. After 10 minutes of tripping and carrying her big bags, she finally went inside her house. Once she was inside she threw herself on the big black leather sofa. After a while Sarah stood up and went inside her room. She kept her room simply and plain, so she thought. But, since they were moving her room was empty, the only thing there was her bed. Her walls were purple, she had gold curtains. Her bed was by her window, so she can glazed at the twin of her eyes, the moon.
Two hours had past and Mike enters her room without knocking, he closed the door behind him.
"Don't you knock?" Sarah said looking out the window.
"Yes but in this case.... No" he leaned against the wall.
She faced him "what do you want?"
"I need to talk to you"
"Well you already are right?"
"Why do you make things so difficult?"
Sarah was shocked by the statement "why do you think I make things so difficulty?"
Sarah cut Him off "Now look here missy-".
"The names Sarah"
Mike started to get fushtraded "would you shut up and listen"
Sarah crossed her arms "fine"
"I'm going to ask your mother to marry me when we get to London"
She arched a brow at him "...So?"
"What do you mean so? Are you ok with this? Are you mad? Happy?"
"I really don't care.... Did you expect me to care after everything you and her told me, you both never cared about me and why are you telling me this? I could go tell her right now" she said turning her head to him.
"I know you won't, and plus I had second thoughts about being the big bad step father"
"Well right now you are the big annoying person by the door" she said looking away and out the window.
Mike chuckled. "Well, good night Sarah"
"Good night big annoying person by the door.... Or should I say soon to be big bad step father"
Annoying person, or should I say soon to be big bad stepfather. Mike chuckled and closed the door behind him. Sarah opens her window and felt the cool summer bezze come in. Mike was acting really strange, he's usually mean to Sarah, but I guess people change. It was her last night in New York City and she was stuck inside her room, looking out the window. She wondered what her friends were doing right now, she would send them an owl but she's too lazy, she'll send it later. She looked down to the sidewalk were teenager muggles walk by, and yellow taxis pass's with passengers inside. She leaned black on her wall and closed her eyes, and fell to sleep, not attending to. It was dark, no light what so ever. Then there was light all of a sudden. Sarah was inside a room there was a man standing by a fireplace. He was trawling his wand in her long fingers; he looked familiar to Sarah. Sarah wanted to speak but she couldn't, something was holding her back. She took a step forward, afraid to even move, she was surprise she had moved. There was a smirk on his face. Then he spoke "You would do just fine" his voice has Sarah shiver inside. Then she heard another voice.
"Sarah?" Sarah opened one eyes, Mike was looking at her as if he seen a ghost.
"I'm up, I'm up" she rubbed her eyes as yawned.
"Well lets go" Joanne called from the living room Sarah stood up, little help from Mike and walk out her room.
"What about the boxes?" she asked looking back in her room.
"I already brought them in the house" Sarah glanced at her mother who was standing in front of the fireplace.
"Were going by floo powder?" she said half asleep.
"Yes" said Joanne in annoyed tone. Sarah walk into the fireplace, it was all dusty and smelly.
"Just say Zanders manor" said mike handing Sarah the jar of floo powder.
Sarah's eyes widen. "A manor?"
"Yes! Now hurry up!" yelled her mother. Sarah rolled her eyes. She grabs a handful of floo powder and said
"Zanders Manor" and threw the powder to her feet. She was now her way; many colors swirled around her. Ever since she was little she hated traveling by floo powder, She starts feeling sick in the middle of the trip. It all stop, she landed safely on her feet but with a lot of dust on her. She steps out and dust her. She looks at her surroundings.