Amy gasped and jumped out of bed. Her alarm clock on the bedside table said
9:00. She mentally cursed her alarm that never went off and stalked to the
bathroom. After taking a quick shower (in which she burned herself on the
overly-hot water and got soap in her eyes), she stalked back to her room.
As she did her hair she grumbled to herself over the "freaky witch school"
she was going to attend that year.
Amy was 14; a typical Californian teenage girl...except she was a witch. One of the best actually, at her old school in California. She was a cheerful girl, always ready to have fun, but she didn't take the move to England well. Lately she was always in a bad mood, getting in fights with her mom and yelling at her brother for no reason. Now she had to go to a weird school, full of people with weird accents and wearing weird robes all the time. At her old school they wore "normal" clothes, jeans, t-shirts, jackets. She could tell she wasn't going to like it. She just knew she wouldn't fit in, being an American.
How wrong she would be...
Amy gathered up everything she would need for Hogwarts and threw them in her trunk. Then she proceeded to drag it down the stairs, smashing her fingers and stubbing many a toe on the way. Finally she succeeded, having the trunk safely on the ground.
She pulled on her shoes and watched her brother, Matt, a 17 year old, pull his trunk down the stairs, but not stubbing his toes, or smashing his fingers. In fact, he looked positively happy, whistling all the way down. He didn't seem to be mad about moving to England at all.
Why?
She shrugged it off.
10 minutes later, they were on the way to King's Cross.
Amy was 14; a typical Californian teenage girl...except she was a witch. One of the best actually, at her old school in California. She was a cheerful girl, always ready to have fun, but she didn't take the move to England well. Lately she was always in a bad mood, getting in fights with her mom and yelling at her brother for no reason. Now she had to go to a weird school, full of people with weird accents and wearing weird robes all the time. At her old school they wore "normal" clothes, jeans, t-shirts, jackets. She could tell she wasn't going to like it. She just knew she wouldn't fit in, being an American.
How wrong she would be...
Amy gathered up everything she would need for Hogwarts and threw them in her trunk. Then she proceeded to drag it down the stairs, smashing her fingers and stubbing many a toe on the way. Finally she succeeded, having the trunk safely on the ground.
She pulled on her shoes and watched her brother, Matt, a 17 year old, pull his trunk down the stairs, but not stubbing his toes, or smashing his fingers. In fact, he looked positively happy, whistling all the way down. He didn't seem to be mad about moving to England at all.
Why?
She shrugged it off.
10 minutes later, they were on the way to King's Cross.