There was a girl sitting on an old rock that might have been there as long as time. Her small hands and feet were leaning on the jagged rocks. Her face, which looked unnaturally pale, was bent over her book. A glinting timepiece lay by her side, the chain twisting in her fingers.
She was yawning. It was still dark, though the sun's first rays were grasping through the churning waves and the lonely silence of before. Should've gone to bed earlier, she thought to herself, a little regretful. Now I'm going to be sleepy all day.
She glanced at the golden timepiece out of habit. They were all right. Still sleeping, probably. She got up, tucking the book safely under her arm and putting her timepiece in her pocket. She made her way out of the beach carefully.
As she squinted, she could make out her house in the distance. Helmsdale Castle. The stone slab in the car park, proclaiming: 'Helmsdale Castle was built near here in 1488. The ruins were removed in 1970 to make way for the new road and bridge'.
She tried to see the stone slab in the car park everytime, looking at it sideways, blinking rapidly and then opening her eyes. Sometimes she stared at it for so long her eyes began to hurt. But she never could see it, not even a faint outline. It was only for muggles. The thing that said her house wasn't there.
She walked onto Helmsdale Castle, where they said a man and women had been murdered once. They were right; Marion Seton, in an elaborate, old-fashioned dress of deep purple that went right up to her neck, walked through the wooden doors to greet her.
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"Matt!"
Matt grumbled something unintelligible. His face, which normally had a pleasant enough smile and big, hazel-brown eyes, was now bit by bit turning into a grumbly caterpillar.
"Matt!"
Matt's face scrunched up. He blearily smacked the side of Harry's head.
"Hey!" Harry complained, rubbing his head.
"Sorry. Thought you were an alarm clock." With this remark, said with every kind of effort there was, he proceeded to fall asleep again.
Harry smacked Matt's head as well, though he didn't seem to notice. "You big git, you were the one who wanted to wake up early and explore Dad's office!" he fumed.
Matt didn't stir.
Harry, with a sigh of defeat and vengeance for next time, went out of Matt's room. He looked around at the empty corridor, wondering what to do. He looked at the clock on the wall, which said six-thirty. Should he go back to sleep?
He glanced out at the window and at the sky, which was streaked in color with sunrise. He could never sleep again if he saw that the day was up and about. The opposite of his twin, Matt, who always complained about being tired.
Harry looked at his golden timepiece, which said his sister was [In Castle]. Knowing his sister, he bet she had woken up super early, eaten an apple or something of that sort, and had gone out to the beach with a book in one hand. Since she was inside now, she was probably in one of her many hiding places. He grinned. It looked like his day wasn't going to be so boring after all. Finding his sister was always fun, because she always was in unexpected places, whether she was reading in a tunnel with lamp or whether behind a statue that turned her invisible.
And after that...He knew he could persuade her to join him in sneaking into Dad's office. She loved adventure as much as he did, and breaking a few rules to do so wouldn't bother her. Dad had always forbidden them to enter his office, and they had listened. His sister had tried a few times, but as clever as she was, even she couldn't figure out how to open the door.