Waiting for you
Amelia P.O.V
I stared outside, watching the stars and taking in the view of the waves slowly brushing the edges of the sand. A sweet breeze drifted towards me which carried the mixed scent of jasmine and salt water. I was soaking in all the beauties of the view from the beach house before heading off tomorrow. Of course my parents would stay for the remainder of the summer whilst I headed off to attend my 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with my younger brother accompanying me for his first year. I knew it was late and that I had to get up early so I wouldn't miss the train, but I couldn't help but to savour the last night of being able to relax before I got down to studying.
My parents always emphasised the importance of my education so that I could get a good job in the Ministry of Magic, as they had. It was due to this expectation that I had respectively earned 2nd place in my year, with only Hermione Granger somehow managing to beat me. I giggled at how shallow I was being, there was no need to even pretend to resent your best friend just because they are a 'little' smarter than you. This summer had been a mixture of revising what was learnt in my 3rd year and memorising my 4th year, swimming, reading, helping my brother to understand the first year work , sending letters and waiting for one from him.
I gazed up into the starry night sky when I thought of him. (I'm a bit of a romantic). He happened to be a fellow member of the Gryffindor house and a friend of mine. But the feeling of friendship that once resided in me had somewhat mutated to something more before school finished when he said he would keep in contact during the summer break. Maybe it was just me reading too into it but I genuinely thought he liked me. His hair, his eyes, his over exaggeration of things..................................
'Amelia'! my mother shouted, 'Are you in bed yet'? I heard her footsteps up the stairs, and ran from my chair facing the window and launched myself onto my bed and closed my eyes. She came into my room and simply said 'People who are asleep naturally aren't so tense.' I burst out laughing and she joined in, her musical laugh filled up the room. 'Okay,' I admitted, 'I wasn't really asleep (I stressed the 'really'). 'Okay, I forgive you,' she replied, 'But next time...' I finished off her sentence, 'I'll have to do chores at the London house for a week without using any of the magic implements that are there to make life easier.' I sighed deeply, it also meant that I had to clean the room with dusty old 'pureblood' family trees longing to my parents. The room is strictly restricted and only opened a few times a year for cleaning. My parents didn't believe in the whole 'purebloods rule and are real witches and wizards' (my mother was just very picky about keeping the house clean), because in reality, in every pureblood line is a witch or wizard who married a muggle or otherwise. Well, I didn't care either,(he didn't either) as long as they were good people and frankly, half of the purebloods were foul, loathsome and quite frankly, disgusting like Draco Malfoy, who was, well there aren't enough foul words in the English dictionary to describe him. My mom left the room saying goodnight and I closed my eyes and thought about tomorrow and meeting him again.