Sunlight streamed through the east window; the rays crept over me. I groaned as the light reached my eyes. God, I hate mornings. Oh, how I love to sleep. Sleep is good. I began to drift off into a peaceful slumber, when I heard the eerie creaking of the door. Damn it. I then heard the oh-so-wonderful calming sound of my mother's voice. Note the sarcasm.

"Time to get up. Don't want to be late for that school of yours," she spoke indifferently. She didn't exactly like the fact that I was a witch, never did. She doesn't understand, but being a muggle, I wouldn't expect that much. In fact, both of my parents are muggles. My dad doesn't feel the same as mum though. Now, he is a whole different story. But I won't get into that now. I am, or was, trying to sleep, after all.

I yawned as my eyes fluttered open and rested on the petit stature of my mother. "What time is it?" I wondered aloud, swinging my limp legs over the edge of my bed, my feet colliding with the freezing wooden floor, and attempted to stand but to no avail.

"7:45," she said callously.

"What?" I yelled, my eyes seeking the luminescent green numbers of my alarm clock, making sure she wasn't joking, though that would be unlike her. I don't know how it still surprises me that she does things like this.

"Do not speak to me in that tone of voice," she replied. "Freshen up and get dressed before coming down to breakfast." With that she left. I sighed with relief as I heard the door quietly shut behind her. I then flung myself back onto my nice, soft bed and let my head rest on the feathery pillow.

"Now." I heard her say sternly down the hall. I guessed she was making her way down the stairs. Mumbling obscenities under my breath, I stood up. And searching through my unorganized drawers for clean clothes, I left for the bathroom.