Whoooo!
Finally!
Chapter 1 is UP!
I'd like to take some time to say thanks to my editor, Lucky the Leprechaun, who I fired, and to say thanks to Rugglet, who grabbed the first story alert for my first story.
Disclaimer: I, Obsidian Le Fay, Order of Merlin, First Class, and Grand Sorceress, make no claims to any recognizable characters. I only make a claim to Obsidian, her cousin, and possibly a few more characters that will be on the way.
Chapter One
The door creaked open, letting in a cold gust of October wind into the dark room. A woman entered, closed the door quickly, and laid down the several grocery bags she was holding in the kitchen. She then went into her quarters up the stairs, and stayed there for approximately seventeen minutes. After the time passed, she came down, dressed in her night robes after having showered. She noticed though, as she was descending the stairs, that the house seemed more quiet than usual. A strange eerie silence was felt throughout. This wasn't very unusual, considering the fact that this small, cozy building only housed this one woman, now that her cousin, Obsidian left. Ever since Obsidian's parents had mysteriously vanished after the defeat of Grindelwald, she'd been living with this woman, her cousin.
When the woman noticed that there was not the usual buzzing of the heater, she felt uneasy. But nothing could be done, as the heater had been taken to the repair store for its faulty operations. So she had no choice but to sit down in this very uncomfortable silence and find a way to entertain herself. She made her way to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
The woman glanced at the coffee table, but the TV remote was not present. She then stood up, and searched the room. Getting restless, she pulled a tall, thin wooden rod out of her night robes, the same one that accompanied every piece of clothing she'd ever worn since she was eleven.
Eleven.
The year she turned eleven was one of the most magical years of her life. Literally! Eleven was the year when she had first acquired this object, the wand. It was the year that she left her home for Scotland. The year she was sorted into Ravenclaw. The year she had made friends.
The woman flicked the wand and muttered a few words under her breath.
"Accio remote,"
All of a sudden, the black remote zoomed out from underneath the sofa, and then started to hover before the woman's face. She gave a satisfied smile, grabbed the remote, and turned on the television.
"The hills are alive, with the sound of music,
With songs they have sung, for a thousand years!"
The song filled the empty silence so suddenly that the woman jumped. She dropped her wand with a gasp, and it rolled to the ground.
"The hills fill my heart, with the sound of music,
My heart wants to sing, every song it hears!"
"Ugh. Muggles and their bizarre contraptions," the woman sighed. She bent down, picked up her wand, and after carefully inserting it into her robe pocket, she headed towards the kitchen, leaving the TV on.
She quickly sorted out all the groceries with the help of magic, of course, and then thought about making a cup of tea.
At that exact moment, a knock was heard at the door. Peculiar, since this woman didn't usually receive guests. Obsidian and herself were usually the only ones in the house; at least, before Obsidian left for Hogwarts.
The woman sighed, and forgetting to put her new porcelain teapot down, she advanced to the front door.
She opened it, and almost fainted at what she saw.
DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUUN!