I thought I'd write a Harry Potter fan fic due to the fact that I read them all of the time, I wrote this in Silkscreen on Notepad, so if some words aren't capitalized, forgive me. The font makes it look as if all words are capitilized. Please review! I'll update after..7 reviews, lol that's one of my favourite numbers ^__^
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Tiffany lived a normal life, she lived in a small town in London. Egham. She had been living there since she was born, unlike her Father.
Her father had took a trip to England in high school and met her mother there. Tiffany was glad that her father was a nerd in school. If he hadn't been, he'd probably wouldn't have took the trip there, it was only for educational purposes, and he would have never met her mother.
She lived with her mother, father, grandmother and of course her cat Erin. Notice I say 'Of course,' Tiffany was a very big animal supporter, she hadn't believed in anything against animals, which is why she was a vegetarian.
She lay in the grass of her backyard, near the garden. She often went out there to think about different things, she also wrote out there. The garden was bordered with rose bushes. Pretty to look at, but unbearable to touch. Within the roses was a swing which hung down from a large maple tree located in the corner of the garden. There were different types of plants and foods in the garden, but the swing was her favorite attraction.
Laying in the grass, her golden blonde hair falling over her face, she rolled on her stomach -- eyes hurting from the sudden light adjustment in the sun. As she was about to stand up, she heard her mother yell for dinner. She stood up and flipped her hair out of her eyes and over her shoulders. In no hurry, she made her way inside.
There was much chattering going on within the house, and the T. V made it seem as if there was even more people there.
"Wash your hands," Her mother said, in a soft voice but still noticeable that it was a demand. Her mother was a perfectionist, she liked to have everything perfect and clean, including her daughter. tiffany walked upstairs to the bathroom and washed her hands slowly. She looked at herself in the mirror, her piercing blue eyes were now green.
She walked back downstairs, the table that was once empty was now full. her mother sitting next to her father, and her grandmother sitting in a seat over from her mother, leaving a seat for Tiffany between her grandmother and Mother. They prayed together.
They began to eat, between their chewing you could hear side conversations.
"Oh, Tiffany," her mother said, as if she had forgotten something, "You have a letter, I'll give it to you after dinner," now anxious, Tiffany ate a little faster. No one had sent HER mail. Her birthday wasn't soon, nor had it passed for quite awhile. Christmas didn't come for a while, either.
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Her mother handed her the letter, as she was reading her mail as well. After Tiffany read for a few minutes, her face in disbelief, her mother asked "What's it say?". Eager like a little child at the candy store.
"It says I'm accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," She said, her face froze as if it were impossible. "Let me see that," her mother demanded. She read it over, her face beginning to look the same as Tiffany's.
"How am I accepted?" tiffany asked, how could she be accepted to a school that she had no idea even existed.
"I don't know, but I think we should see if this is even legitimate," her mother added. And that was that.
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Tiffany lived a normal life, she lived in a small town in London. Egham. She had been living there since she was born, unlike her Father.
Her father had took a trip to England in high school and met her mother there. Tiffany was glad that her father was a nerd in school. If he hadn't been, he'd probably wouldn't have took the trip there, it was only for educational purposes, and he would have never met her mother.
She lived with her mother, father, grandmother and of course her cat Erin. Notice I say 'Of course,' Tiffany was a very big animal supporter, she hadn't believed in anything against animals, which is why she was a vegetarian.
She lay in the grass of her backyard, near the garden. She often went out there to think about different things, she also wrote out there. The garden was bordered with rose bushes. Pretty to look at, but unbearable to touch. Within the roses was a swing which hung down from a large maple tree located in the corner of the garden. There were different types of plants and foods in the garden, but the swing was her favorite attraction.
Laying in the grass, her golden blonde hair falling over her face, she rolled on her stomach -- eyes hurting from the sudden light adjustment in the sun. As she was about to stand up, she heard her mother yell for dinner. She stood up and flipped her hair out of her eyes and over her shoulders. In no hurry, she made her way inside.
There was much chattering going on within the house, and the T. V made it seem as if there was even more people there.
"Wash your hands," Her mother said, in a soft voice but still noticeable that it was a demand. Her mother was a perfectionist, she liked to have everything perfect and clean, including her daughter. tiffany walked upstairs to the bathroom and washed her hands slowly. She looked at herself in the mirror, her piercing blue eyes were now green.
She walked back downstairs, the table that was once empty was now full. her mother sitting next to her father, and her grandmother sitting in a seat over from her mother, leaving a seat for Tiffany between her grandmother and Mother. They prayed together.
They began to eat, between their chewing you could hear side conversations.
"Oh, Tiffany," her mother said, as if she had forgotten something, "You have a letter, I'll give it to you after dinner," now anxious, Tiffany ate a little faster. No one had sent HER mail. Her birthday wasn't soon, nor had it passed for quite awhile. Christmas didn't come for a while, either.
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Her mother handed her the letter, as she was reading her mail as well. After Tiffany read for a few minutes, her face in disbelief, her mother asked "What's it say?". Eager like a little child at the candy store.
"It says I'm accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," She said, her face froze as if it were impossible. "Let me see that," her mother demanded. She read it over, her face beginning to look the same as Tiffany's.
"How am I accepted?" tiffany asked, how could she be accepted to a school that she had no idea even existed.
"I don't know, but I think we should see if this is even legitimate," her mother added. And that was that.