This is a real-life, totally fiction fic(It's not dealing with Hogwarts or
stuff like that, it's what they do when they aren't filming). It isn't
about really the Harry Potter characters, but the people who played them.
For instance, James and Oliver Phelps who played the Weasley twins. They
come in, in like the third chapter, though. But, trust me, its all
fiction, and I love Oliver and James Phelps. (
She spent the rest of her week spending time with her family and Julie. They went shopping at least every day, and her family took Julie and her out to dinner every other night. Even though Lark didn't live at her parent's house, she stayed overnight every night leading up to Saturday. She was very sad to be leaving her little sister and older brother behind also. Sara and Derek were very close to Lark.
She wanted the week to last forever. But it seemed to last just a few minutes. It was now Saturday and Lark was about to get on her plane and go to England with no friends, no family (unless you count Cheechee), and frankly no hope. The only person she would know there was Mr. Fatner.
"Flight 68is now boarding," a voice called over the loudspeaker at the airport.
"That's me," Lark said, hugging everyone, then walking over to the terminal to give the stewardess her ticket. She was trying not to cry, but as she looked back at her parents, her siblings, and Julie, she couldn't help it.
Lark walked onto the plane, and found her seat. She was sitting next to an older woman. She looked to be the age of maybe forty.
Lark couldn't help but be reminded of her mother as she said, "Here sweetie, let me help you with your bags."
She helped Lark get her bags into the overhead storage space, and then introduced herself as they sat back down next to each other.
"Hello, my name is Anne."
"Lark," she told her as they shook hands.
"Why are you going to England?" Anne asked with that unmistakable English accent. Lark loved British, Scottish, English, and Australian accents.
"Oh, work. I'm afraid I'm going to be living there for a while."
"You're afraid? Oh darling, don't be. You'll have so much fun. Maybe you'll even meet someone."
Lark smiled, "Maybe. Why are you going?"
"Oh, I'm going home. I'm going home after ten long years. My children live in the United States, and so I went to visit them and ended up living there for ten years. I figured, though, that it was probably time to come home for a little bit, and leave them alone," she said, smiling.
"Oh, it must be hard to live so far apart from your family."
"It is. It is. But, because of that, we make sure we see each other all of the time. Before I went there, my grandchildren came over during the summer every year for about three weeks, and I would go over there for holidays and birthdays. We're very close, even though we are so far apart.
"When my daughter went over to the U.S., she knew no one, but that made her even more determined. I was so proud of her. I still am."
"You're daughter sounds kind of like me," Lark said.
"Yes, I believe she was a bit like you. Starting a whole new life basically," Anne paused. "Don't worry, you're bound to make new friends quickly. You're a very nice girl. Well, we've got a long flight ahead of us, I think I'm going to take a nap."
"Okay," Lark said smiling.
She stayed awake long enough to get some food, then she, too, went to sleep.
Lark woke up to the sound of the pilot informing them that they were now descending. It took only minutes to land, and get out. She said bye to Anne, and then headed to where she would be picking up her new car that she had ordered thru the Internet. It was a little silver BUG. She immediately saw it, and fell in love with it. Once she had signed some papers and gotten the keys, she was off to her new apartment.
When she unlocked it, she almost fell over. It was beautiful! I was extremely clean. She had an awesome balcony, and a very roomy living room. When Lark let Cheechee out of his carrying case thing he was sniffing everything. One of the first things Lark noticed besides having a very nice balcony and living room, was that it was not inexcusably stenchy, like her old apartment. In fact it smelled like Lilacs. She also found her study, bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen to be very nice.
So maybe this won't be so bad, Lark thought.
Now, she just had to get some new friends.
Lark carried all of her stuff into her bedroom and noticed when she started unpacking that some of her shower gel or something had leaked all over he clothes. She put all of her clothes into a basket, and carried it down to the laundry room. As she got closer, she heard loud voices. It sounded like they were argueing.
Lark walked into the laundry room hearing, "I did not!"
"Whatever! You always do!"
When Lark got fully in the room, both heads turned towards her.
They were both about Lark's age. One had red hair and green eyes, and the other one had jet black hair and icy blue eyes.
"Um... I just wanted to start a load of laundry," Lark said walking over to the washing machines.
"Oh, well they're all taken," the black haired person said.
"Oh my gosh, Lily, they all have YOUR clothes in them!" the red haired girl shot at her.
"No they don't, that one has Mr. Menkin's, so HA!" she said pointing to one.
"Lily, what about the other nine?"
"Shut up! At least I have clothes!"
"What do you think I'm wearing?"
"I'm not really sure. It looks kind of like Barney."
"Oh, you didn't."
"I did," Lily said as one of the buzzers on the washing machines went off.
Lily put her clothes into a dryer and started to leave. As she was leaving, she grabbed one of the handles of the red haired girl's basket of clothes which was sitting on a dryer, and pulled it onto the floor.
The red haired girl gasped.
"Oh my gosh! What did you do that for? Pick them up!" Lark shouted, now getting totally involved.
"Um…no."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like her."
"I don't care who you like, pick them up!"
Lily bent down very slowly and dramatically and picked up a shirt, and shoved in Lark's face as she walked out the door.
"Oh my gosh, what is her problem?"
"She's always been like this. Thanks for doing that for me."
"Oh that's okay," Lark said, helping her pick up her clothes.
"My name's Sierra, what's yours?"
"Lark."
"Well, Lark, thank you."
She spent the rest of her week spending time with her family and Julie. They went shopping at least every day, and her family took Julie and her out to dinner every other night. Even though Lark didn't live at her parent's house, she stayed overnight every night leading up to Saturday. She was very sad to be leaving her little sister and older brother behind also. Sara and Derek were very close to Lark.
She wanted the week to last forever. But it seemed to last just a few minutes. It was now Saturday and Lark was about to get on her plane and go to England with no friends, no family (unless you count Cheechee), and frankly no hope. The only person she would know there was Mr. Fatner.
"Flight 68is now boarding," a voice called over the loudspeaker at the airport.
"That's me," Lark said, hugging everyone, then walking over to the terminal to give the stewardess her ticket. She was trying not to cry, but as she looked back at her parents, her siblings, and Julie, she couldn't help it.
Lark walked onto the plane, and found her seat. She was sitting next to an older woman. She looked to be the age of maybe forty.
Lark couldn't help but be reminded of her mother as she said, "Here sweetie, let me help you with your bags."
She helped Lark get her bags into the overhead storage space, and then introduced herself as they sat back down next to each other.
"Hello, my name is Anne."
"Lark," she told her as they shook hands.
"Why are you going to England?" Anne asked with that unmistakable English accent. Lark loved British, Scottish, English, and Australian accents.
"Oh, work. I'm afraid I'm going to be living there for a while."
"You're afraid? Oh darling, don't be. You'll have so much fun. Maybe you'll even meet someone."
Lark smiled, "Maybe. Why are you going?"
"Oh, I'm going home. I'm going home after ten long years. My children live in the United States, and so I went to visit them and ended up living there for ten years. I figured, though, that it was probably time to come home for a little bit, and leave them alone," she said, smiling.
"Oh, it must be hard to live so far apart from your family."
"It is. It is. But, because of that, we make sure we see each other all of the time. Before I went there, my grandchildren came over during the summer every year for about three weeks, and I would go over there for holidays and birthdays. We're very close, even though we are so far apart.
"When my daughter went over to the U.S., she knew no one, but that made her even more determined. I was so proud of her. I still am."
"You're daughter sounds kind of like me," Lark said.
"Yes, I believe she was a bit like you. Starting a whole new life basically," Anne paused. "Don't worry, you're bound to make new friends quickly. You're a very nice girl. Well, we've got a long flight ahead of us, I think I'm going to take a nap."
"Okay," Lark said smiling.
She stayed awake long enough to get some food, then she, too, went to sleep.
Lark woke up to the sound of the pilot informing them that they were now descending. It took only minutes to land, and get out. She said bye to Anne, and then headed to where she would be picking up her new car that she had ordered thru the Internet. It was a little silver BUG. She immediately saw it, and fell in love with it. Once she had signed some papers and gotten the keys, she was off to her new apartment.
When she unlocked it, she almost fell over. It was beautiful! I was extremely clean. She had an awesome balcony, and a very roomy living room. When Lark let Cheechee out of his carrying case thing he was sniffing everything. One of the first things Lark noticed besides having a very nice balcony and living room, was that it was not inexcusably stenchy, like her old apartment. In fact it smelled like Lilacs. She also found her study, bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen to be very nice.
So maybe this won't be so bad, Lark thought.
Now, she just had to get some new friends.
Lark carried all of her stuff into her bedroom and noticed when she started unpacking that some of her shower gel or something had leaked all over he clothes. She put all of her clothes into a basket, and carried it down to the laundry room. As she got closer, she heard loud voices. It sounded like they were argueing.
Lark walked into the laundry room hearing, "I did not!"
"Whatever! You always do!"
When Lark got fully in the room, both heads turned towards her.
They were both about Lark's age. One had red hair and green eyes, and the other one had jet black hair and icy blue eyes.
"Um... I just wanted to start a load of laundry," Lark said walking over to the washing machines.
"Oh, well they're all taken," the black haired person said.
"Oh my gosh, Lily, they all have YOUR clothes in them!" the red haired girl shot at her.
"No they don't, that one has Mr. Menkin's, so HA!" she said pointing to one.
"Lily, what about the other nine?"
"Shut up! At least I have clothes!"
"What do you think I'm wearing?"
"I'm not really sure. It looks kind of like Barney."
"Oh, you didn't."
"I did," Lily said as one of the buzzers on the washing machines went off.
Lily put her clothes into a dryer and started to leave. As she was leaving, she grabbed one of the handles of the red haired girl's basket of clothes which was sitting on a dryer, and pulled it onto the floor.
The red haired girl gasped.
"Oh my gosh! What did you do that for? Pick them up!" Lark shouted, now getting totally involved.
"Um…no."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like her."
"I don't care who you like, pick them up!"
Lily bent down very slowly and dramatically and picked up a shirt, and shoved in Lark's face as she walked out the door.
"Oh my gosh, what is her problem?"
"She's always been like this. Thanks for doing that for me."
"Oh that's okay," Lark said, helping her pick up her clothes.
"My name's Sierra, what's yours?"
"Lark."
"Well, Lark, thank you."