BLYANA


The night sky was above me, the crisp air was creating a slight redness to my nose, but today is not a very cold day. The days in Alaska weren't too shabby for an extremely cold state. During my summer days, I spent time my grandma's house because all my mom does is work all day and sometimes night. I rarely have even seen my mom, because she wants to become the richest mom in the world. For all I care she could become the richest person in the world. At school, I'd normally have a couple of friends, but they don't count if they don't talk to you, so then I normally have no friends except my grandma who only wants to teach me about the millions of potions that she has created to kill people in the wizarding world.

Now that I'm finally eleven, I shall just wait for the letter to be sent to my house all the way across the world. This Hogwarts school is my final and only chance to make friends in my life, so I'll make it count.

I saw a white figure gliding in the wind with a letter in its beak. It landed next to me, dropping the letter on my stomach and then fluttered away.

The letter had the Hogwarts seal on it along with my name. I quickly opened it up and revealed all the information needed for the wonderful adventure about to come.

"G-g time to fly back to the U.K. mom's expecting me!" I yelled with excitement, moving with my swift cross country moves. I slid the wooden door open to the warm homey cabin, with a THUD.

"Now what!" The woman had an apron on and was extremely skinny and young-looking and acting to be seventy-five. With her long braided dirty blond hair, she turned her face towards me. "You're interrupting my broccoli and cheese soup making." My grandma was very strict when it came to her cooking.

"I finally got my Hogwarts letter! I got it from an owl just like you said it would!" She looked puzzled, but I couldn't figure out why.

"You sure it's for you?" I nodded vigorously, "Well then, who knew an owl would come all the way to the U.S. to give you a letter." The lady put her hand out, I gave her the letter.

She continued to stare at the letter with her pretty hazelnut eyes.

"Well, we are going to visit your mother. Pack your things, you have a long journey ahead of you."

She gave me a smile that I hadn't seen in a very long time. That means she really wanted to get rid of me and probably wouldn't let me come back for the holidays, and I was completely fine with that.

I ran down to the basement, also known as my oversized bedroom, grabbed all of my cutest clothes, toiletries, my favorite jewelry, my list of things I wanted to get at Diagon Alley and stuffed it all in my 3d unicorn backpack.

Suddenly I realized I hadn't even read the letter! I ran upstairs and got the letter and quickly went back down to my bed. The letter said that I only had a couple of weeks to prepare for the adventure of my life. I couldn't wait to see a real live unicorn! My energy was about to get very high, and when my energy was high, I go crazy. I think I have ADHD, but every time I tell my grandma she said it was just a witch thing.

Anyway, I opened the letter for the second time and saw my train ticket for nine and three quarters and started to squeal. Then I started to read the intro:

Dear, Blyana Cultivire….

I kind of got bored after Dear. After the intro, I saw the long list of supplies for school, and I thought my list was long. I asked my grandma if we were going to use floo powder to get to Diagon Alley or something else, she said we were going to use floo powder to get to my mom's house and go to the leaky cauldron instead. Grandma said it was near to my mom's house.

By the next hour, G-g had packed her stuff, and she said that I was as slow as her husband, which is now dead. Grandma guided me to the fireplace and handed me the floo powder.

"Now remember just say her full name, Janeabeth Ann Cultivire."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, can we do it together?" I held out my hand, she clung onto it and stepped into the fireplace and crouched down dragging me into the same, very small, space.

"Janeabeth Ann Cultivire's house," I said very firmly.

I shut my eyes tightly and gripped her hand tighter. When I could feel my feet touch the ground again, I opened my eyes, turned to my grandma, and finally loosened my grip on her dry hands.

My mom's house was full of dusty objects, we come twice a year to come and clean her house, it gets dirty very fast. The door slammed and I heard my mom's murmurs. She must be talking about work or something to herself.

"Mom?" I said as I saw her brown hair rush through the hallway to the kitchen.

"Hello sweetie it has been a long time, here is your money for Hogwarts this year." she handed me a really heavy and big bag full of wizard money. "Have a good year. Love you tons." She gave me a big kiss and left.

"All right to Diagon alley." My grandma dragged me to the car and soon enough we were in the magical world of wizardry. The colors were exploding as muggle-borns, half-bloods, and purebloods, walked and occasionally ran into and out of the shops. I myself happened to be one of the half-bloods. I was strolling through the crowds of people and noticed the wand shop, owned by one that my father was friends with; until he went on a fishing trip alone far out in Alaska and we think drowned. We found his hat floating in the water, but never found his body.

I opened the door with the TING from the tiny bell on it. I saw a girl at the desk get a box, she had the most beautiful black hair, and the ends were even a pretty silver. She opened the box and the wand glowed a dangerous red light as she picked it up, then she suddenly dropped it with a small exclamation of surprise.

"Looks like that's not the right one either, let me look one more time." The old man shuffled behind the piles of rectangular boxes. "Now try this one." He handed the girl the next wand.

"This one is glowing, does that mean anything?" She looked up at the man. The man's name was Ollivander if I recall correctly. He had the poofiest hair I had seen, it looked like snowflakes lightly pressed together to make curls. He was as old as the first wizard, he had given my grandmother her second wand and that was when she was thirty-five.

I didn't pay attention to the rest of the time the girl was there. I stepped up to the counter once she had left, though I did spot a strange look she had given me. Wonder why.

"Well hello there, you must be Kyle's daughter. Let's see I gave him, Rowan wood, Phoenix feather core, 15" slightly springy." He disappeared behind the towers of boxes. He brought a black box to the counter. I opened the box, I touched the wand and the box flew across the room.

"Nope way too much swish." he went back to the towers and brought me another wand he said it was Unicorn hair instead of a Phoenix feather. I touched it and this time it was glowing instead of zooming across the room.

"Hey look at that almost the complete opposite, and on my second try." I was confused for a second. "It's a Firwood wand with a Unicorn hair core, 12 ¼" and slightly springy flexibility. A perfect fit for you my darling." I gave him my money and went along with my shopping.

"Can we go to the pet store now?" I gave my G-g my puppy eyes.

"Sure," she rolled her eyes. As we walked into the pet store, we came across the mice.

"G-g I want one of them." I pointed with my energy going high again.

"You sure you don't want a python... oh wait pythons aren't allowed." She paid for the white mouse.

"I'm going to name her Squeaky!" I exclaimed with all my might.

"Ok, you go to your mom's house with your new pet and put it in this crate-"

"No, I'm going to train Squeaky to become the best mouse ever." I pushed the crate G-g tried to hand me back.

"Well, then you'll need this," the lady at the desk gave me a guide to train mice. We went to pay and went out the door. I put the mouse into my jacket pocket.

"Hey, G-g can you do the rest of the shopping?" I gave her my puppy eyes once more.

"After we get your robes fitted."

"Fine." I folded my arms as we walked to Madam Malkin's Robes. I tripped on a rock and landed flat on my face.

"Are you alright?" a voice said, I assumed it was G-g, but it turned out to be a boy. My face went bright red.

"Y-yes I'm, fine," I said dusting my pastel pink skirt off.

"You're from America? What are you going here for? You could go to wizarding school in America." The boy had the prettiest eyes I've ever seen, they were an icy blue.

"Uh, I'm … I was born here and I uh go to school here and spend my summer with my grandma so, I better find her." I gave him an uneasy smile and left.

We arrived at the door of the robes shop and immediately went to business. The measuring tape went up and down and around my waist and then around my arm. Eventually, I had a loosely fit robe around my thin body. I took it off and left.

Walking alone from one place to another wasn't very scary I've done it enough times to know what to do. Look both ways when crossing the road first left then right then left again, etcetera.

I got back to my mom's house and flopped on the couch. I trained Squeaky for a couple of hours. By the end of the four-hour mark she knew how to go to the bathroom, how to find me if she gets lost and if I lose her, we made a lot of progress.