AN) Please bear with me, this is my first story. I hope you don't projectile vomit while reading this… at least wait until afterwards.
Melanie Rose White sat on the couch in a fetal position. She was biting her fingernails until her skin became pierced with her teeth marks. Her elongated, chocolate colored hair flowed over her face, molding every curve of her forehead, nose, and chin. She was extremely adorable, even while scared half to death; that's how beautiful this girl was. Melanie was using her thick, lush hair to prevent any of the ghastly images on the television from being seen. "J-J-J-JUDE!" Melanie cried out with an obvious fear. Her older brother of five years, Jude, ran into the room franticly.
"What is it Melanie?" he inquired with a worried pitch in his voice. Usually when Melanie called Jude, she made accusations about how she could move things "with her mind. She once said that she could move the remote without even touching it. It was obvious for her older brother to think it was complete rubbish, and he didn't pay much attention to it. But this time… Melanie did really sound frightened. He glanced over to the TV and saw that Children of the Corn was playing. The noises, music, and images of the movie were terrifying, even for a boy of sixteen years old who was supposed to be the older brother who wasn't afraid of a single thing. "Melanie, you're absolutely mad! I thought that maybe you were just trying to persuade me about your little "mind tricks" but this is just outrageous! Why would you play something like this on the telly? You're even paler than your usual white self. Wow, is this really frightening you that much? I know mum and dad don't allow you to watch these sorts of things… but you are eleven years old! You're such a wimp sometimes." Jude was obviously being a gargantuan hypocrite. This was obvious because a sudden SLASH sound, vibrated throughout everyone's cerebellums one of the children in the movie cut someone's head off, and Jude jumped onto the couch as if someone put a spark of fire up his bum. He grabbed onto Melanie's hand that had a loss of fingernails and buried himself into her pale and frigid arm. Now, Jude was a very handsome and muscular sixteen-year old with a buzz cut. It was one of those haircuts that could only work on certain people, and boy did it work on him! But Since Jude was such a strapping young lad, you could imagine how amusing this scene must've looked. "L-l-l-lets shut this off now," Jude said in all of his embarrassment and fear. "Let's go for a walk. You should inhale some fresh air after all of that horror."
"Jude, I think it's you who needs the air more than I do," Melanie retorted mockingly.
Jude and Melanie walked around the woods outside of their house until dusk. The White family lived in a quaint, two-story house in the beautiful country of Liverpool. Their house was not visible because they were so deep into the woods, which they knew like the back of their hands. All of a sudden, an owl passed overhead. Jude and Melanie were perplexed. Both of their brows were squinted, as if they were trying to make sense of how an owl could be out this early in the evening, which they were questioning about in their minds. And what was that piece of paper in its beak? "Let's go follow it!" Melanie implied enthusiastically. They rapidly ran after the owl. Their parents would probably worry if they came back from their errands and their kids weren't home, anyway. They needed to follow it before a sea of darkness would inundate the sky, making it impossible for it to be tracked. They followed it until they noticed the path it was taking. It was heading straight towards their house. No, this had to be a coincidence, right? They reached the end of the woods, and their cute, little, muggle home was in view. They both witnessed the bird fly swiftly right into the window leading to Melanie's bedroom. "BLOODY HELL, MELANIE! You should've closed your window, you git! Can you imagine the mess that foul, little, mouse-eating, nocturnal bird will make! I'll have to be the one to clean it up, probably. You-are-so-stupid!" Melanie deflected the words as if she had an outer shell that prevented any absurd and hurtful sayings from entering her mind. They caught their breath for a matter of .5 seconds when they arrived at their front door. "Now, when we go inside I'll get the broom from the closet and you run upstairs and see if that little vermin is still in there," Jude ordered as if he was an army commander. Melanie ran upstairs to check for any traces of an owl. She opened her bedroom door with extreme caution. She bent her head around the door in a slow and careful motion. Melanie saw the bird sitting softly on her bed. It hooted when it saw her deep brown eyes meet its gaze. The bird was absolutely gorgeous. Its feathers looked as if milk chocolate with a drizzle of silver had melted over them. It almost looked… magical, if that was possible. The astounding bird abruptly dropped the piece of paper from its beak. Melanie attempted to move closer to the bird, but it flapped its wings gracefully and soared out of the window. A cascade of disappointment swelled in Melanie. She really wanted to touch, embrace, and get to know the owl. It was a strange feeling, and she knew that. She's been having strange feelings lately. She felt that since the bird seemed so magical, that maybe it had something to do with her strange occurrences when she could move things without touching them in the slightest way. Melanie took the letter and opened its seal. It had an odd crest on the front with four animals and different colors, how strange and tacky. At least, that's what she thought. She opened it and diligently read the letter. Her eyes would not leave the print on that piece of paper. Her pupils grew wide as she came to the closing of the letter. In two seconds, Jude came running up the stairs and into Melanie's room with a helmet on his head, cricket gloves on his hands, and a large broom stick in hand. "So, where is that retched little…" Jude stopped his sentence. He noticed how fixated Melanie was on his piece of paper. "Mel, are you alright?"
It took her a few moments to answer. She was too shocked to let a single word escape from her mouth. Melanie opened her mouth slowly and the words almost out like pudding, "I made it into Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry?"
Ok, I don't know if I should keep on writing. I plan to add more "thrill" if people like this and feel that I should continue with my story. If you think that this a good start, I'll continue. If not, I'll start with a new idea… Please be honest. I know it sucks, but don't be disrespectful.