Emily Weasley's POV:
I ran down the stairs, two at a time, my bushy red hair bouncing along behind me.
"Mum, has it came yet?" I ask, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table.
"Not yet dear." She replies calmly, placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of me.
"Well, I wish my letter would get here soon! After all, today is my birthday!" I say as I shove some of the oatmeal into my mouth.
Just then, my dad enters the kitchen, with a letter held high in his hand.
"Look what just arrived in the mail!" He says teasingly, as he waves the letter around.
"Oh, my Hogwarts letter!" I exclaim, jumping up from my chair.
He finally tosses the letter to me after teasing me with it a bit more, and I rip it open anxiously.
After reading briefly through the letter, a thought suddenly strikes me.
"Hey Dad, can I borrow your two way mirror?" I ask as I sit my letter on the table.
"Aright, as long as you're careful, and don't use for hours." He says as he slides the mirror over to me.
"Sure, okay." I mumble quickly before dashing up the stairs once more.
Julie Potter's POV:
Using my dad's two-way mirror, (Of which I had forgotten to return to him last night) I try to flatten some of my unruly hair, of which I had managed to inherit from my good old dad. "Hey, what's going on, Jules?" I hear Emily say as her face suddenly pops into view.
"Oh, not a whole lot." I say, still trying to flatten some of my hair.
"Did you get your letter yet?" She asks.
"Yup, Dad just gave it to me." I say as I sit down on my bed, and hold up my letter for her to see.
"Which house do you think you'll get in?" I ask gingerly.
"I dunno, probably Gryffindor like my parents." Emily replies.
"I'm not so sure about me though, I mean my parents were in different houses, unlike yours." I say, unsure.
"Don't worry, you're too much like your dad to not get in Gryffindor." Emily assures.
"Speak of the devil." I say, for at that time, my dad pops his head in my doorway.
"Who're you talking to?" He asks, craining his neck to see the mirror.
"Just Emily, Dad." I say as I hold the mirror up for him to see.
"Okay then, just be careful. You know what happened last time." He warns.
I groan at the memory of the time that I accedentally dropped the mirror into a toilet.
"Dad, don't worry about it!" I say in a strained voice. "I'm nowhere near a toilet this time."
"Lucky for you." He says, smirking.
"Goodbye Dad!" I exclaim as I hop up from my bed and try to shove him away.
"Fine, I give up! I was just headed down to the kitchen anyways." He says, backing out of the way.
"That's nice to know, now would you care to go away?" I ask, annoyed.
He nods, and turns to walk down the stairs as he shuts the door behind him.
"Looks like you and your dad have gotten pretty close since the devorice." Emily says as I look back down.
"Please, let's not discuss that." I say, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"I understand." Emily says comfortingly.
"Good, I'm happy that you do." I say, starting to feel relieved.
"Listen, Dad needs to use the mirror, so I gotta go." Emily says, looking over her shoulder.
"Okay then, see you later." I say.
"Bye!" Emily says before dissapearing into a swirl of colors once again.
I ran down the stairs, two at a time, my bushy red hair bouncing along behind me.
"Mum, has it came yet?" I ask, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table.
"Not yet dear." She replies calmly, placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of me.
"Well, I wish my letter would get here soon! After all, today is my birthday!" I say as I shove some of the oatmeal into my mouth.
Just then, my dad enters the kitchen, with a letter held high in his hand.
"Look what just arrived in the mail!" He says teasingly, as he waves the letter around.
"Oh, my Hogwarts letter!" I exclaim, jumping up from my chair.
He finally tosses the letter to me after teasing me with it a bit more, and I rip it open anxiously.
After reading briefly through the letter, a thought suddenly strikes me.
"Hey Dad, can I borrow your two way mirror?" I ask as I sit my letter on the table.
"Aright, as long as you're careful, and don't use for hours." He says as he slides the mirror over to me.
"Sure, okay." I mumble quickly before dashing up the stairs once more.
Julie Potter's POV:
Using my dad's two-way mirror, (Of which I had forgotten to return to him last night) I try to flatten some of my unruly hair, of which I had managed to inherit from my good old dad. "Hey, what's going on, Jules?" I hear Emily say as her face suddenly pops into view.
"Oh, not a whole lot." I say, still trying to flatten some of my hair.
"Did you get your letter yet?" She asks.
"Yup, Dad just gave it to me." I say as I sit down on my bed, and hold up my letter for her to see.
"Which house do you think you'll get in?" I ask gingerly.
"I dunno, probably Gryffindor like my parents." Emily replies.
"I'm not so sure about me though, I mean my parents were in different houses, unlike yours." I say, unsure.
"Don't worry, you're too much like your dad to not get in Gryffindor." Emily assures.
"Speak of the devil." I say, for at that time, my dad pops his head in my doorway.
"Who're you talking to?" He asks, craining his neck to see the mirror.
"Just Emily, Dad." I say as I hold the mirror up for him to see.
"Okay then, just be careful. You know what happened last time." He warns.
I groan at the memory of the time that I accedentally dropped the mirror into a toilet.
"Dad, don't worry about it!" I say in a strained voice. "I'm nowhere near a toilet this time."
"Lucky for you." He says, smirking.
"Goodbye Dad!" I exclaim as I hop up from my bed and try to shove him away.
"Fine, I give up! I was just headed down to the kitchen anyways." He says, backing out of the way.
"That's nice to know, now would you care to go away?" I ask, annoyed.
He nods, and turns to walk down the stairs as he shuts the door behind him.
"Looks like you and your dad have gotten pretty close since the devorice." Emily says as I look back down.
"Please, let's not discuss that." I say, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"I understand." Emily says comfortingly.
"Good, I'm happy that you do." I say, starting to feel relieved.
"Listen, Dad needs to use the mirror, so I gotta go." Emily says, looking over her shoulder.
"Okay then, see you later." I say.
"Bye!" Emily says before dissapearing into a swirl of colors once again.