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"Annabell," my mother's voice called from the doors of our patio, "it's time for dinner!"

I lifted my sunglasses to get a clear view of her, "Okay!" She then retreated back into the house.

With a sigh, I heaved myself out of the lounger I was tanning in. Though as I fully removed my glasses, and looked down at my body, I discovered that my attempt at tanning, had been pointless.

I sighed once more and headed for the sliding glass doors.

"Go put some clothes on, the food's already on the table," my mom said, reading some letter that had just been delivered. I stepped over to the counter, however, and grabbed a carrot she had obviously dropped while cooking, and fed it to the owl that was drinking from a bowl of water, getting ready for it's trip back home.

I then headed to my room, discarding my swimming towel in the laundry room on the way.

"Hello Julie," I smiled as I stooped down to stroke the tail of my cat whom, as soon as I opened my door, streaked out of it.

I kicked my flip flops under my bed, then tossed my sunglasses onto my bedside table and walked to my closet. As I opened the door I automatically looked into the mirror that I kept hanging on the inside of it.

I smiled as I saw my familiar curly, black hair, freckled nose, and vibrant blue eyes. Ever since I was could remember I had always been proud of my appearance. I was very small, yet curvy (something I had inherited from my mother) and always gave off an air of confidence, but also kindness (something I had inherited from my father).

I grabbed a green T-Shirt that said something about carpeting, and a pair of grey exercise shorts and quickly slipped them on over my bathing suit.

In the summer, I never wore underwear. My many bathing suits became my under clothes. I was just always out by our pool and if I wanted to take a quick swim, I didn't want to have to go inside and change.

I grabbed the book I was reading off of my always messy bed and headed down the stairs.

"Hello Miss Annabell," our maid, Sarah, said as she passed me with a basket of clean laundry.

"Good evening Sarah," I smiled.

I walked through the doorway of our dining room and was greeted with the smiling faces of my family.

My mother, Justine, is, like I said, small and curvy just like me. But that's where the similarities in our appearance end. She has straight blond hair and deep green eyes. My father, Jonathan, is tall and lanky and he's the one who gave me my blue eyes, black hair, and many freckles. I then glanced at the newest addition to our family, Kara. She was born just this past winter, and by the looks of it, was going to look like my mother.

"How was your day, honey?" My father, like always, asked as I took my seat and started piling food onto my plate.

"Same old, same old," I mumbled through a mouth full of food - which earned me a very disapproving look from my mother - "How was the office?"

"Well," he sighed, "I didn't get much office time today. The Minister had to go make a speech at Saint Mungos about the new health care plan and then he needed to meet with Dumbledore about some private matter - I'm not entirely sure what it was, he made me wait outside Dumbledore's office for him."

I just nodded my head as he and my mother began to discuss what the Minister and Dumbledore could have been talking about.

My father worked as a personal guard to the Minister of Magic. He went with the Minister anytime he went out in public and the Ministry of Magic had installed this Muggle device called a telephone, so the Minister could contact him if he could never, for some reason, contact him by Wizarding means.

After we had finished eating, it was time for mom to take Kara to bed and my father went to go into his library to read the Nightly Prophet like he always does. I went upstairs to find a very tiny owl fluttering around my room.

I smiled hugely, "Hello Gina!"

The owl stopped in mid-air, looked at me, then zoomed head first into my hands.

I laughed as I undid the message tied to her leg and she began fluttering all around again.

Still smiling, I flopped onto my bed and quickly unfolded the message.

Annie!

My dear, sweet, beautiful cousin, whom I love with all my heart. I was innocently sitting in my room this morning, scanning absentmindedly through a magazine that I am sort of fond of, perhaps you heard of it? Quidditch Times? Well, I happened to come across a picture of these fabulous, new goggles. They were designed to assist those who are not of the proper vision and must, unfortunately, wear glasses. As you know, being the avid Quidditch fan that you are, a certain Hogwarts star is, sadly, near-sighted, and must wear those troublesome glasses when he plays the wonderful sport of Quidditch. But sadly, he isn't able to play to the best of his abilities due to his glasses. So, I went to my mother and asked her to buy these goggles - for that wonderful, yet unfortunate, Quidditch sensation - to which she replied, "I just bought you a new broom for your birthday? Why would I buy some goggles for" - that Quidditch star - "too?" So, forlorn, I dragged myself back to my bedroom and thought real hard. Until, a certain genius, brought it to my attention, that a certain cousin of mine, hadn't gotten me a gift for my birthday. So, I decided to ask for your assistance in helping my obtain those fabulous goggles for that Quidditch player.

Thank You Very Much, My Gorgeous, Sweet, Cousin,

Sincerely,

James Potter.

P.S. My very handsome friend, Sirius Black (heard of him?) would like me to inform you that he says "Hello Beautiful" and also that he was indeed the "genius" who reminded me that you have yet to send me a gift.

I was in fits of hysteria by the time I got done reading the letter. Only James could make me laugh like that, and it's wonder how much one letter from him can have that effect on me. But boy, it does. I really am lucky to have him as a cousin. (We don't have the last name though. My mom's his dad's sister, so when my mom married my dad, her name got changed to Kinsman.)

I got off my bed and headed over to my desk. As I sat down, I pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink from the drawer...

Jamie!

My handsome, overly attractive cousin, whom I love with half of my heart, (because the other half is reserved especially for Lily. Perhaps you've heard of her?) I was also innocently flicking through the Quidditch Times and came across those wonderful goggles you spoke so longingly of. Though of course, unlike you, I came across them about two weeks ago and immediately also thought of this wonderful, yet sadly near-sighted, Quidditch star that you were speaking of. So, without a moments hesitation, I ordered them and they arrives just the other day. I hope this Quidditch stars enjoys them.

Sincerely,

Annabell Kinsman

P.S. Tell your...somewhat attractive friend, Sirius Black, "Thank you for the compliment" and that I'm so proud he finally thought of something useful instead of just thinking of ways to assist you with pranks.

I re-read my letter and looked at Gina, who seemed anxious for another delivery.

"I'm sorry Gina, but I have to send a package with this one, and it's much to big for you."

With a hoot that broke my heart, she flapped out the window.

I sighed and headed for our sun room, which is where we keep our family owl, Kip.

"Hello Kip! Are you up for a short journey?" I asked him, as I stepped into the room, "It's for James, he only lives on the other side of the valley, remember?"

He hooted in understanding and lifted his leg up for me tie the package and note on. With a fluff of his wings, he shot out the window and, still smiling from James's letter, I watched him sink over the hills that would lead to the valley, that James lives on the other side of.

Okayy...so I have three stories now!

I know, I shouldn't start anymore until I finish the other ones, but I wanted to do this one so badlyy!

So I think I'll concentrate on this one for now, cause I'm not feeling the other one's right now =P

Sorryy!

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