Disclaimer: I own no characters except for: Shine, the mother, the
father, and Slyvester the cat. All other charaters belong to their
owners.
"Wake up sunshine!" My mother sang, opening the curtians, letting sun flood into my room.
Rolling over I say, "Five more minutes mom..."
"No, no, no sleepy head," my mom put forth, "You know you shouldn't stay up all hours of the night... tsk tsk, you know you have a hard time getting up in the morning. And today you do it of all days. Today is your first day at your wizarding school. I heard it was the finest of Britian."
My mom's babble almost drove me insane. Before we even moved she blabed on and on about me going to Hogwarts. Today was going to be my first day of my Sixth Year. My mom put excitement in the air that made me feel sick.
"Hurry, Shine. Brush your hair, eat your cearel, and brush your teeth. Busy, busy day today!" Enthusiasum still sang in her voice, as she flutter across the room, picking clothes from the closet, throwing a tee- shirt and a pair of faded-blue-jeans.
Getting dressed I say, "Mom... you don't need to pick out my clothes for me."
Giggling, my mom tells me, "Hurry up, and get ready. I don't want to take you to school myself."
Fully clothed, I grab a brush, and I start to comb through my hair thoroughly. I throw my brush down and slide down the railing to the lower floor and slide into the kitchen on my socks. My dad looks up from the newspaper and smiles.
"How are you this morning?" He asks.
"Ugh... just peachy." I yawn, pouring myself a bowl of Trix.
"Hm... What happened now?"
"Mom told me to stop staying up late..." I tell him, carrying the bowl to the table, and taking a spoonfull.
"Don't you remember when we were back in America, and you had to wake up at six in the morning in order to get to school?" He inqired.
"Mmm-hmm." I mummble, my mouth full of cearel.
My dad checks his watch and says, "Best be off... photos don't develop themselves you know." And with that, he apperated.
I gulped down all my cearel and put the bowl in the sink. My mom walks down the stairs and pushes me out the door.
"Comon! We've wasted so much time already!" She tells me, as she is pushing me into the car. I bucklet myself up, and my mom drags my trunk into the seat next to me. She takes one last trip into the house and grabbs my cat. My mom opens the car door and plops my cat onto my lap. The cat happily purrs, content to be on his mistress' lap.
"You finnally get to go somewhere, Slyvester!" I tell my cat, stroking him from nose to tail, and he gently thrusts his twenty-five pounds onto my hand, purring his weazey purr. I scratch underneath his chin, and he lifts his head for me to have easier axcess.
My mom hopps into the car and drives off to King's Cross. As we drive, I stare out the window, looking at the beauty of London. Slyvester looks out the window with me, putting his paws on the door, tail twitching.
After an hour commute, we arrive at King's Cross. I place Slyvester in his carrier and carry him out of the car. I walk over to a trolly and I put the carrier on it, and roll it over to my mother to put my trunk on it. Both of us roll the cart, because it is heavy. We walk twards the platforms 9 and 10, but can't find 9 and 3/4. Slyvester mews patheticlly, and I go over to him and stroke him trough the bars to comfort him. It was a good thing that we stood there, because after a while, we saw a family of red heads, and they also had a boy will messy hair with them, all of them with creatures, and large trunks.
My mom walks up to the eldest, most likley the mother of the bunch, and says, "Hello, um, are your kids heading off to Hogwarts?"
"Yes, they are. Um... and you are?" The woman asks.
"Oh, I'm Agatha. I moved from America, and my daughter was transferred to Hogwarts."
"I'm Molly Weasley. And this is my son, Ron," she points to a tall red head boy, "and this is my daughter Ginny," she points at a young red head girl, "and that dark haired boy there, is Harry Potter," she finnishes, pointing at the tall dark haired boy.
"Hello everyone." My mom says, good-naturedly. The children wave, and smile back at Agatha. Then my mom tells them about me, "My daughter is the blonde over there, her name is Shine."
"Well, your daughter is quiet the pretty one." Molly Weasley tells my mother. During this conversation I am stroking Slyvester, and blushing slightly.
"So, how'd you get to platform 9 and 3/4?" My mom asks.
"You just have to walk at the wall between platforms 9 and 10." Mrs. Weasley tells my mom. So my mom comes back to me and says, "All you have to do is walk through the wall... you can watch the other kids do it if your unsure." So we back up to watch the getting on to platform 9 and 3/4. Both the black and red haired boys look at me as the disappear through the wall. The red head girl contcentrates on the wall and disappears like the others.
I back up and walk/jogg strait at the wall, pinching my eyes shut, and before I disappear I hear my mom say, "See you this summer!", and that was all.
"Wake up sunshine!" My mother sang, opening the curtians, letting sun flood into my room.
Rolling over I say, "Five more minutes mom..."
"No, no, no sleepy head," my mom put forth, "You know you shouldn't stay up all hours of the night... tsk tsk, you know you have a hard time getting up in the morning. And today you do it of all days. Today is your first day at your wizarding school. I heard it was the finest of Britian."
My mom's babble almost drove me insane. Before we even moved she blabed on and on about me going to Hogwarts. Today was going to be my first day of my Sixth Year. My mom put excitement in the air that made me feel sick.
"Hurry, Shine. Brush your hair, eat your cearel, and brush your teeth. Busy, busy day today!" Enthusiasum still sang in her voice, as she flutter across the room, picking clothes from the closet, throwing a tee- shirt and a pair of faded-blue-jeans.
Getting dressed I say, "Mom... you don't need to pick out my clothes for me."
Giggling, my mom tells me, "Hurry up, and get ready. I don't want to take you to school myself."
Fully clothed, I grab a brush, and I start to comb through my hair thoroughly. I throw my brush down and slide down the railing to the lower floor and slide into the kitchen on my socks. My dad looks up from the newspaper and smiles.
"How are you this morning?" He asks.
"Ugh... just peachy." I yawn, pouring myself a bowl of Trix.
"Hm... What happened now?"
"Mom told me to stop staying up late..." I tell him, carrying the bowl to the table, and taking a spoonfull.
"Don't you remember when we were back in America, and you had to wake up at six in the morning in order to get to school?" He inqired.
"Mmm-hmm." I mummble, my mouth full of cearel.
My dad checks his watch and says, "Best be off... photos don't develop themselves you know." And with that, he apperated.
I gulped down all my cearel and put the bowl in the sink. My mom walks down the stairs and pushes me out the door.
"Comon! We've wasted so much time already!" She tells me, as she is pushing me into the car. I bucklet myself up, and my mom drags my trunk into the seat next to me. She takes one last trip into the house and grabbs my cat. My mom opens the car door and plops my cat onto my lap. The cat happily purrs, content to be on his mistress' lap.
"You finnally get to go somewhere, Slyvester!" I tell my cat, stroking him from nose to tail, and he gently thrusts his twenty-five pounds onto my hand, purring his weazey purr. I scratch underneath his chin, and he lifts his head for me to have easier axcess.
My mom hopps into the car and drives off to King's Cross. As we drive, I stare out the window, looking at the beauty of London. Slyvester looks out the window with me, putting his paws on the door, tail twitching.
After an hour commute, we arrive at King's Cross. I place Slyvester in his carrier and carry him out of the car. I walk over to a trolly and I put the carrier on it, and roll it over to my mother to put my trunk on it. Both of us roll the cart, because it is heavy. We walk twards the platforms 9 and 10, but can't find 9 and 3/4. Slyvester mews patheticlly, and I go over to him and stroke him trough the bars to comfort him. It was a good thing that we stood there, because after a while, we saw a family of red heads, and they also had a boy will messy hair with them, all of them with creatures, and large trunks.
My mom walks up to the eldest, most likley the mother of the bunch, and says, "Hello, um, are your kids heading off to Hogwarts?"
"Yes, they are. Um... and you are?" The woman asks.
"Oh, I'm Agatha. I moved from America, and my daughter was transferred to Hogwarts."
"I'm Molly Weasley. And this is my son, Ron," she points to a tall red head boy, "and this is my daughter Ginny," she points at a young red head girl, "and that dark haired boy there, is Harry Potter," she finnishes, pointing at the tall dark haired boy.
"Hello everyone." My mom says, good-naturedly. The children wave, and smile back at Agatha. Then my mom tells them about me, "My daughter is the blonde over there, her name is Shine."
"Well, your daughter is quiet the pretty one." Molly Weasley tells my mother. During this conversation I am stroking Slyvester, and blushing slightly.
"So, how'd you get to platform 9 and 3/4?" My mom asks.
"You just have to walk at the wall between platforms 9 and 10." Mrs. Weasley tells my mom. So my mom comes back to me and says, "All you have to do is walk through the wall... you can watch the other kids do it if your unsure." So we back up to watch the getting on to platform 9 and 3/4. Both the black and red haired boys look at me as the disappear through the wall. The red head girl contcentrates on the wall and disappears like the others.
I back up and walk/jogg strait at the wall, pinching my eyes shut, and before I disappear I hear my mom say, "See you this summer!", and that was all.