A/N: I own nothing of Harry Potter. It all belongs to the wonderfully brilliant J.K. Rowling. All OC's however belong to me.
Darkness. I was surrounded by darkness closing in on all sides. Then I began to fall. Just as it seemed that I was reaching the end of the darkness I opened my mouth to scream and—BRRIINNGGG! I was jolted awake by the sound of my alarm clock going off right by my ear. I ran my hand over my sweat drenched face and glared at the clock that had still not stopped ringing. In a fit of childishness I knocked it off the table and stuck my tongue out at it. However the alarm clock still did not stop its incessant ringing. I threw my pillow at it, but it did little to muffle the sound. I resulted to banging the clock against every hard surface I could find until the sound slowly began to die away. When the poor clock rang its last note I jumped on my bed, fists raised triumphantly, and laughed a laugh that sounded maniacal even to my ears. This is how my mother saw me when she opened my door. She looked at me and opened her mouth, but she just shook her head as if to say 'I don't even want to know'. I jumped off the bed without embarrassment seeing as I was caught doing crazy/stupid/ or completely unexplainable things on a daily basis.
"Didn't mean to interrupt you, but I was just coming to tell you that the Prophet is here for the interviews." She said as she stared at the pulverized remains of the alarm clock on the floor. I groaned and flopped back down on my bed suddenly losing all of the energy I had prior to her statement.
"You'd better get ready now. I also hope I don't have to remind you to be on your best behavior." said my mom ominously as she walked out, closing the door behind her. I glared at the wall petulantly, contemplating whether I should just not go down at all, but I quickly threw out that idea after imagining the look on my mother's face. I quickly threw on a pair of black sweats and a green t-shirt, running down the stairs and pulling my waist length black and red hair into a ponytail. I walked into the kitchen and snatched a piece of toast off my little brother's plate.
"Jennifer! That's mine! Go get your own you free loader!" he yelled as he tried and failed to grab it back.
"Oops, too slow Daniel. Besides we're all freeloaders. Mom's the one who makes the food in the first place." I said as I danced out of his reach. I laughed and ruffled his hair, but as I turned around my smile along with my toast fell as a bright FLASH went off in front of me. I stormed out of the kitchen as the Prophet's photographer yelled "Great picture sweetheart."
I was intent on going back up to my room when my mom grabbed my arm and asked, "Where's your sister?"I snatched my arm back and replied "I don't know. You expect me to keep tabs that hag?" She opened her mouth no doubt to reprimand me on my choice of words, but she was interrupted by a voice coming from behind me.
"No need to send the dog for me mother. I'm here" said my twin sister Jessica with a sneer on her face. She was smoothing out her light blue tank top and short denim skirt (which was just a wide belt in my opinion) in front of the mirror.
"Late as usual of course." I muttered as I glared at her back.
"Fashionably late dear sister." replied Jessica as she smirked at me. I had to physically restrain myself from reaching out and tugging harshly on her waist length black and blue hair. A voice to my left stopped me from replying with a remark that would have probably got me grounded for a week.
"Girls, girls. I can just feel the sisterly love!" said a sickeningly sweet voice from behind me. I turned around to see Tira Skeeter strutting towards me on impossibly tall acid green heels. She laid a clawed hand on my shoulder and I just barely stopped myself from snarling.
"I think we'll start with Jennifer, okay?" she said as she turned me in the direction of the kitchen. Jessica looked put out and for once I actually agreed with her. I would love to switch places with her, but alas I was doomed to spend thirty minutes in the presence of this lizard first thing in the morning. I was lucky I hadn't puked yet. Skeeter took out her acid green quill and turned towards me with a predatory smile.
"So Jen, may I call you Jen?" She asked.
"No." I replied instantly. She looked at me, disregarded my answer and continued on with the questioning.
"So Jen you're going back to Hogwarts for your sixth year in a few days, am I correct?" She asked failing horribly at trying to sound serious.
"Yeah, and?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back in my chair.
"Well since you're sixteen, your fans were wondering about your romance situation. Do you have a boyfriend back at school?" she smiled and leaned towards me conspiratorially. I glared at her refusing to dignify that question with a response.
"Jennifer! You can't keep quiet! Your fans have a right to know! I mean of course you aren't as popular as your sister but I'm sure—"I cut her off as I slammed my hand down on the table.
"First of all I don't give a damn what my so called fans want or don't want. They have a right to know jack about my life! Second of all don't you ever, ever compare me to my sister." I whispered. I then did something that would get me grounded until I turned forty. I imagined Skeeter's hair on fire and turned around. I walked towards the kitchen door and snapped my fingers. I laughed as the reporter's screams followed me out the door. My mother and sister ran past me into the kitchen and their screams of outrage and frustration joined in. I sat down and sighed, reveling in the afterglow of a job well done.
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