Ok, this is my first Fan Fiction.. I didn't bother to edit it, I suppose
I'll get to that later. By the way, I realize that this first chapter makes
the 'I' person sound extremely vain and perfect, but trust me it all adds
up in the end.. Really it does! ;;_ _ _;;
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The golden morning sun shone through the panes of my tall purple- curtained windows, flowing down across the milky white carpet to my bed. I slowly opened my silver eyes, peering out from beneath my long lashes. My room was spotless, as usual, the baby blue walls covered with various posters- mostly of my favorite Quidditch players. Slowly I slipped out from under the flowered comforter of my bed and landed my feet on the floor, gaining my balance after such a restful sleep as I usually had.
"Lydia!" My mother's melodic voice rang through the halls to my still wakening ears.
"Coming ma'ma!" I called back with a playful grin on my face as I snatched up the wooden hairbrush on my antique bureau which had been purchased many 'a year ago by my grandmother in the halls of Diagon Alley.
I glanced out my window as I slid the brush through the silky fibers of my hair, the strands snaking down my left shoulder as they left the brush, not a split end to be seen. After a moment I tossed the brush onto my bed and grabbed my clothes, changing quickly into the dreary ensemble.
Once I felt myself ready I strolled out the entrance of my room and skipped down the wooden stairs, the steps creaking only bearly under my nearly weightless feet. A wide grin passed my lips as I danced into the kitchen, planting a quick good morning kiss upon my mother's cheek.
"Well aren't you in a good mood today," My mother smiled, the creases around her lips deepening.
I nodded quickly and sat myself in a wooden chair at the circular table in the center of the room, curling my toes beneath me to banish the cold of the floor. The made-with-love breakfast laid before me tickled my nostrils and I placed a sliver of bacon in my mouth, allowing the greasy texture to entrance my tongue.
"You should put some shoes on," My mother's smile turned from genuine to weak, "You may catch a cold.."
I was too absorbed in eyeing my long nails to notice my mother's change in sincerity, so I merely nodded as I finished my breakfast, looking about for my shoes. I found them beside my chair and I laughed as I should have known, they always were there waiting for me. I slipped them on to my feet, finding them to fit perfectly, of course, and tied the long laces. I was ready for our journey to Diagon Alley.
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The golden morning sun shone through the panes of my tall purple- curtained windows, flowing down across the milky white carpet to my bed. I slowly opened my silver eyes, peering out from beneath my long lashes. My room was spotless, as usual, the baby blue walls covered with various posters- mostly of my favorite Quidditch players. Slowly I slipped out from under the flowered comforter of my bed and landed my feet on the floor, gaining my balance after such a restful sleep as I usually had.
"Lydia!" My mother's melodic voice rang through the halls to my still wakening ears.
"Coming ma'ma!" I called back with a playful grin on my face as I snatched up the wooden hairbrush on my antique bureau which had been purchased many 'a year ago by my grandmother in the halls of Diagon Alley.
I glanced out my window as I slid the brush through the silky fibers of my hair, the strands snaking down my left shoulder as they left the brush, not a split end to be seen. After a moment I tossed the brush onto my bed and grabbed my clothes, changing quickly into the dreary ensemble.
Once I felt myself ready I strolled out the entrance of my room and skipped down the wooden stairs, the steps creaking only bearly under my nearly weightless feet. A wide grin passed my lips as I danced into the kitchen, planting a quick good morning kiss upon my mother's cheek.
"Well aren't you in a good mood today," My mother smiled, the creases around her lips deepening.
I nodded quickly and sat myself in a wooden chair at the circular table in the center of the room, curling my toes beneath me to banish the cold of the floor. The made-with-love breakfast laid before me tickled my nostrils and I placed a sliver of bacon in my mouth, allowing the greasy texture to entrance my tongue.
"You should put some shoes on," My mother's smile turned from genuine to weak, "You may catch a cold.."
I was too absorbed in eyeing my long nails to notice my mother's change in sincerity, so I merely nodded as I finished my breakfast, looking about for my shoes. I found them beside my chair and I laughed as I should have known, they always were there waiting for me. I slipped them on to my feet, finding them to fit perfectly, of course, and tied the long laces. I was ready for our journey to Diagon Alley.