So… I posted the last chapter of my story After All These Years and I wanted to write more so I'm continuing this story! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter except the seven copies I have rightfully purchased.
-st4rxx94
Katrina woke to the annoying beeping of her alarm clock. The red numbers that spelled out 8:00AM glowed in the dark, casting eerie shadows of the items by the clock. Katrina sat up, yawning and turned the alarm off. She rubbed her eyes and threw the blanket off of her. One more week and she'd be eleven. Two more weeks and she'd be in the 5th grade at her school. She smiled at the thought. Finally, 5th grade. She and her friends would be the big kids at school, they could pick on the little runts that were new, point kids in the wrong directions, and get treated special because it was their last year. Yup, this was going to be a good year. Katrina smiled to herself and slowly got out of bed and made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Morning sleepy head." Her older sister grinned from the kitchen table. Monica was about to enter the 8th grade. She was everything Katrina wasn't; tall, athletic, beautiful, smart, talented, and popular. Next to her, Katrina wondered if she was adopted. After all, her parents were all of those things, and more. She was nothing special. True, when she was younger she had had a knack for magic tricks, but she'd stopped doing those long ago. Real magic was alot more than just card tricks and asking the audience where the ball is. Since she'd stopped, she hadn't found much of a talent. Yes, she was oddly good at sports, she could make the baseballs go exactly where she wanted, and could catch them with ease. But that's just one thing. Monica had atleast seven trophies in several different sports. And five in baseball alone.
"Are you hungry dear?" Katrina's mother asked from the stove, breaking through Katrina's thoughts.
Katrina nodded and clambered onto the chair across from Monica. Monica grinned. "Your hair looks like a birds nest." She said.
Katrina grabbed a spoon from the side of her plate and looked at her reflection. It was true; her hair was frizzy, tangled and standing on end. She groaned. Monica, on the other hand, ran a hair through her perfectly tamed hair and smiled at Katrina. "Don't worry squirt, your hair will get better as time goes by… Hopefully. Maybe if you'd stop reading all those Harry Potter books and came to the salon with me once in a while, you'd-"
"Monica, stop picking on your sister." Mrs. Fernessi said sternly, pouring scrambled eggs onto Katrina's plate. Katrina grinned and stuck her tongue out at Monica.
"Mum! She's sticking her tongue out at me!" Monica whined.
"Katrina…" Mrs. Fernessi scolded.
"Sorry mum." Katrina said to her plate.
"Now eat your breakfast."
"Yes mum." Katrina answered, picking up her fork. When her mother had turned away, Katrina swung her leg up and kicked Monica in the knee.
"Ow! Mum!"
"What is it now?"
"Katrina kicked me!"
"No I didn't! I was just swinging my legs and hit her by accident is all… Promise!" Katrina said innocently.
Monica rolled her eyes. "Ew! Why are there so many birds outside right now?" She shrieked.
Katrina got up and ran to the window. It was true, there were birds everywhere. "This reminds me of when Harry was about to get his letter in the Sorcerers Stone!" She said excitedly. "Only those were owls, these are all kinds of birds. And then Uncle Vernon tried to move but the letters still came-"
"Stop going on about that book you big dork." Monica snapped. "None of it is true. Get your head out of the clouds."
Katrina opened her mouth, ready to fire back but her mom gave her a warning look and she shut it again and sat back down.
"Oh, girls, when you're done eating, go get dressed. We're going school shopping soon."
"Really!?" Monica asked jumping up. She quickly drained the milk from her glass and ate the last of her eggs. "I'm done! Can we buy that skirt I love today?"
"We'll see Monica…"
"Oh please mum? Alexandria already bought hers! And so did Candence and Julia and Amy and Margaret-"
"Why do you want to have the same clothes as all your friends?" Katrina asked. "It'd be pretty boring. And I thought you liked to borrow your friends' clothes? You can't borrow their clothes if you have the same things…"
Monica rolled her eyes. "We all want to match on the first day of school. And besides, borrowing clothes is so last year." She said as if it should've been obvious.
Before Katrina could reply, Monica stood up, put her plate in the sink and ran out and up the stairs. Katrina shook her head. It'd be pretty boring to be dressed the same as all your friends… Unless you all are wearing robes. That'd be pretty cool.
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As usual, Katrina was ready ages before Monica and was waiting on the stairs when the mail slot opened and the usual pile of envelopes fell onto the welcome matt. "Mum! Mails here." Katrina called up the stairs.
"Could you take a look at the letters dear? I'm a little busy…"
Katrina shrugged and hopped off the stairs and picked up the stack, which seemed heavier then usual.
"Bills…Bills…Bills…Monica's friends having another party…Flyers…Flyers…Nothing important." Katrina shrugged. She continued flipping through the pile, laughing silently when she saw Monica's dozen magazine subscriptions. She finished looking through the pile and went into the kitchen to put them on the table. She heard the mail slot creak, and heard a distant thud as if something heavy had fallen onto the matt. Curious, she walked back into the foyer and spotted a thick envelope sitting on the matt. "Oh, mailman must've missed that one…" She said and bend down and picked it up. It was oddly thick… Not like the other letters… She squinted to read the information.
To Ms. Katrina Fernessi
172nd Birchwood Ave.
Second bedroom
London
There was no returns address, so Katrina flipped it over and her heart skipped a beat. The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry crest was stamped on the back of her letter.
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