Disclaimer- J.K. Rowling owns all of this, except the plot and Mallory.
I jump out of bed and get dressed in a black skirt with patches all over it, a pair of my purple net stockings, a black Slipknot shirt, and I put my hair up in two untidy buns. I put black eye liner on my eyes and put a little bit of white blush under my eyes.
'I'll put on my lipstick after breakfast' I think as I head down the stairs to the kitchen. Dad is already sitting there, reading some Wizard newspaper.
"Where's Mom?" I ask him as I grab a muffin. "Chocolate chip right?"
"In the car and yes." He replies.
"Ok. Then we have to hurry up."
"I know Dear. I'll be riding on the train with you, since it's your first time."
"Dad, I'm 15. I can take care of myself."
"I know that Mallory."
"Whatever. Come on." I go around the table and grab his wrist, pulling him towards the car.
"I don't think so." He says playfully. He scoops me up and carries me. I laugh and scream and kick and try to make him let go of me.
"Dad!!!!!" I scream. He laughs but doesn't put me down.
"Your stuff is in the car, now lets go."
We get to the car and he puts me gently in the back seat. Mom gets in the driver's seat and Dad gets in the passenger seat. He looks back at me, wiping my laughing tears away and sitting up. He laughs at me and turns front, putting his seat belt on.
I do the same and Mom starts the car. We drive to The King's Cross station and walk into Platform 9 ¾. I'm a bit nervous as I slip through, but I make it. Mom's a muggle so she can' go through but kisses us on the cheek before we go through.
Dad seems to attract a lot of attention. A lot of people stare at him and me as we make our way to the train. I see those three people that I saw at Diagon Alley.
They glare at him but stare wonderingly at me. We get on the train and fiind an empty compartment.
"What was all those people's promblem? I ask Dad as we settle into our seats.
"Let's just say, I'm not the most popular teacher at Hogwarts." He replies. He doesn't look as if he wants to continue the conversation, so I let it go.
The train's whistle blows and people start hugging their parents and piling onto the train. Soon enough the train starts moving, and I wonder what my year at Hogwarts is going to be like.
I jump out of bed and get dressed in a black skirt with patches all over it, a pair of my purple net stockings, a black Slipknot shirt, and I put my hair up in two untidy buns. I put black eye liner on my eyes and put a little bit of white blush under my eyes.
'I'll put on my lipstick after breakfast' I think as I head down the stairs to the kitchen. Dad is already sitting there, reading some Wizard newspaper.
"Where's Mom?" I ask him as I grab a muffin. "Chocolate chip right?"
"In the car and yes." He replies.
"Ok. Then we have to hurry up."
"I know Dear. I'll be riding on the train with you, since it's your first time."
"Dad, I'm 15. I can take care of myself."
"I know that Mallory."
"Whatever. Come on." I go around the table and grab his wrist, pulling him towards the car.
"I don't think so." He says playfully. He scoops me up and carries me. I laugh and scream and kick and try to make him let go of me.
"Dad!!!!!" I scream. He laughs but doesn't put me down.
"Your stuff is in the car, now lets go."
We get to the car and he puts me gently in the back seat. Mom gets in the driver's seat and Dad gets in the passenger seat. He looks back at me, wiping my laughing tears away and sitting up. He laughs at me and turns front, putting his seat belt on.
I do the same and Mom starts the car. We drive to The King's Cross station and walk into Platform 9 ¾. I'm a bit nervous as I slip through, but I make it. Mom's a muggle so she can' go through but kisses us on the cheek before we go through.
Dad seems to attract a lot of attention. A lot of people stare at him and me as we make our way to the train. I see those three people that I saw at Diagon Alley.
They glare at him but stare wonderingly at me. We get on the train and fiind an empty compartment.
"What was all those people's promblem? I ask Dad as we settle into our seats.
"Let's just say, I'm not the most popular teacher at Hogwarts." He replies. He doesn't look as if he wants to continue the conversation, so I let it go.
The train's whistle blows and people start hugging their parents and piling onto the train. Soon enough the train starts moving, and I wonder what my year at Hogwarts is going to be like.