Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Stella Donahue hadn't quite woken up yet. She growled angrily as her clock reminded her for the third time, that if she didn't get up, she'd be late for her noon shift at the Leaky Cauldron.
Stella grabbed her wand from her bedside table and finally rose from the bed. She couldn't risk being late again. She need that job to prepare her for the day she opened her own successful bar.
She walked through her flat, waving her wand as she went. Her robes flew from her closet to lay neatly on the bed. Coffee started to prepare itself in the kitchen and the shower started up in the bathroom. Stella stepped into the shower and screamed in agony as she realized the water was scalding hot. She scolded herself for staying out late with her friends last night. She couldn't perform magic well when she was barely awake.
After performing a quick drying spell on herself, she walked back into her bedroom to dress. She made her bed and walked into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee and read the daily prophet. Just as she sat down at the kitchen table, and owl appeared at her window carrying a package.
The mail's already come, she thought to herself. She grabbed the small package from the owl and it flew off into the morning.
Inspecting the package, she found a small card taped to the underside.
To Stella, From Mum.
I hope you'll find this useful.
Stella smiled to herself. Since she'd moved away from home the previous year, her mother was always sending her food, supplies and other things to help her as she was living on her own.
She unwrapped the package and found a small blood red box. She eyed it, confused. Whatever was inside was obviously small. What could possibly fit in it that could be of use to her?
Finally, Stella removed the box's lid. Before she could even look inside, there was a flash of green light and Stella crumpled to the floor. She was dead.