"WAKE UP!" There she stood, her light blonde locks in a curly mess that just barely passed her shoulders. Bethany stood, her arms spread out wide, waiting for a tight squeeze, after all, I hadn't seen her ALL summer.
I run up to her and give her a long hug. I pull back to see her again, she is already dressed in her muggle day clothes.
"Wait, how did you get here? Why are you wearing that already? Am I late for the train? WHAT TIME IS IT?" I nearly yelled.
"Well, I decided that this was a great way to kick off our first year of Hogwarts together, so I surprised you!" Seeing my worried face, she continued, "You aren't late, its only eight o'clock and King's Cross is only 30 minutes away. Calm down!" she joked.
Me and Bethany have been best friends since we were born. OK, that's an exaggeration, but it seems that way. My birth parent's went to Hogwarts with her parents and its all downhill from there. "Let's go downstairs and eat before we get you all muggle-looking." Bethany suggested.
I agreed without saying anything. I was hungry because I didn't have a lot of dinner last night.
When we appeared around the corner of the stairs and into view, I saw my mom, step-dad, and Bethany's dad in the kitchen, probably chatting about the latest quidditch game. I wouldn't be surprised, they were all on the house team when they were at Hogwarts. One thing I did notice was that Bethany's mom wasn't in the bunch.
"Where is your mom, Bethany?" I asked.
"She went out to buy some extra, last-minute quills, parchment, and other things for me." Bethany replied. "What's for breakfast?"
"A weird muggle food, the call it a 'waffle', isn't that word STRANGE?" my mom replied. She was, let's say, a "different" person.
"Mom, is the name of the food the only reason we are going to eat these?" I was sincerely curious.
"Maybe..." my mother finished before placing a "waffle" in front of both Bethany and me.
It was a silent breakfast because there was nothing to talk about, really. We were together so often that my parents had told me everything there is to know about Hogwarts and that they were sure Bethany and I would be sorted into their house, Gryffindor.
And, in addition to being in Gryffindor, they want me to be on the house quidditch team, and I'm not surprised. I was the result of two amazing quidditch players falling in love. My dad was a keeper and my mom was a beater. I know what your thinking: "But she's a girl, why was she a BEATER?" Well I can tell you, she was the best beater Gryffindor ever had.
When Bethany and I finished, we went back upstairs so we could find where I was going to wear. Bethany wore muggle clothes more often than me, so I let her go through my clothes and pick something out. I didn't really care what I wore, but Bethany never failed in picking out something cute. She didn't fail me now, either.
When we were dressed, all we did was chat about what Hogwarts would look like, if the ghosts were nice, and fantasizing other things like that.
Then, at ten o'clock, Bethany's mom came in the room and told us it was time to get going, quickly followed by a quick "Nice to see you, Heather."
We went without question. In the car ride, Bethany and I listened silently to the Muggle radio while our parents rambled on about how the muggles were "listening to such weird music now-a-days"
When we finally got there, it was quarter 'til eleven, and Bethany and I got on the train right in the nick of time. As we waved goodbye out of our windows to our parents, all I could think about is how amazing the food was going to be at dinner.
Bethany and I found a compartment that had a couple first years like ourselves: ambitious, nervous, and hungry. Or, at least I was hungry. The lady with the trolley came just in time.
I ordered one of everything. I had the money, it's not like my family was poor. You COULD say that we were rolling in dough. I mean, my parents both had positions on a fairly good quidditch team. Alright, on the reigning World-cup champion team. Either way, I was fairly wealthy.
The people in my compartment were all hoping to be in Gryffindor, just like Bethany and I. Their names were: Monique, who was pale with light brown elbow-length hair and a cute nose. Second was Orchid, who preferred to be called "Kiddie", and had short black hair with eyes that seemed as though the rainbow lived in them. Third, but certainly not least, was Grant, the only boy among the modge-podge of girls. He had dirty blonde hair that was handsome and messy at the same time, he also had light blue eyes, that I found stunning.
We talked all through the trip. We talked about where we all lived, what our parents did for a living, and other things like that. We were a good bunch of kids, nice and understanding. They all seemed surprised (except for Bethany, of course) to learn that my parents were the famous beater and keeper on the Irish national team. I always wondered why they were on the Irish team and we still lived in England. I guess it doesn't really matter, because they still make it to work on time every day.
When we finally arrived at Hogsmeade, we were summoned to a tall, and I mean TALL, large man who seemed like he hadn't had a hair cut or shaved his beard in years. He led us to an area of land that was grassy and met with water, but wasn't exactly a beach, and put us on the boats that would take us to the amazing and magical Hogwarts.
Little did I know how much this day would affect my life.