Okay, I'm going to write a better story. It's like Romance/Horror.
Pretty good first chapter, if I do say so myself.
Five years. Five years ago I graduated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was now a twenty-two year old adult. No, I'm not married or even dating. I still lived in London, England though.
Ring! Ring!
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I walked to my bed and sat down as I picked up the telephone. I had no idea who could be calling me. I thought everyone would be away for Christmas.
"Hello?" I answered trying not to sound curious.
"Hello, Sweetie!" I smiled. It was my mother, Sascha Granger; she was the nicest person ever!
"Hi Mom!" I squealed happily. I hadn't heard from her in like a month. I was smiling ear to ear, also because I was talking to her. "How are things at home?" I asked.
"Good. Clio and Eli are getting married. Val and Nail are getting married." She said in her normal sweet tone.
"Ooh, poor Nail." I joked. She laughed.
"I mean, Val's nice and all, but she is like his opposite!"
"I know. So, how are things there with you?" She asked. Oh thanks Sascha!
What was I supposed to tell her? That I had no boyfriend, I was depressed, and I had a lousy job? No way. There was a problem. I hated lying to Sascha. I shrugged it off and acted happy.
"Everything is great here Sascha!" I exclaimed. (She hates
it when I call her mom. It makes her feel 'old'. She wasn't she was only
41,though!) 'Just great!' I thought sarcastically.
"Good. Good. Do you want to come here for Christmas?" She asked. I was so excited I could have been jumping off the walls, but I didn't want to lose my towel. I sighed.
"Sure. Who all is going?" I asked.
"Um, Val, Nail, Eli, Clio, Ron, Ginny, Seamus, Draco, Rosa, Harry, and some other people." She answered.
I smiled. Harry. We went out before, but it never worked out. Voldemort was always like, attacking him. It was just too big of a risk for him to take. You know, losing me. That's what he said. Sure, like that was true. Although he's never lied to me before, I couldn't trust him.
"I'll let you go." She said sweetly. I smiled.
"Okay. I'll call you later."
"Okay."
"Bye." I said as she hung up.
Finally, I went to my closet and picked out a pair of pants
and a white V-neck sweater. I brushed my shoulder length ginger hair (I dyed
it) and got my jacket.
I walked to my jeep. It wouldn't crank. 'Aw, come on!' I thought. I looked around to see if anyone was around. Nope. I put my hand on the key and whispered. "Alomocius Lovirsa," All the sudden the car started. I smiled and drove off.
A/N: Hmmmmm….to be continued. Hermione is going to Sascha's for Christmas. What will happen NEXT?