Disclaimer: All the characters here belong to J.K Rowling accept Lia McKenzie, Abigail Benson and the plot. 

Hi! My name is Lia McKenzie! I'm fifteen years old. I have waist length light brown hair with just the right amount of glossy curls and mauve mixed with blue eyes. I live with my mum, Laura McKenzie, in London in a snug two-storey house. My mother, who is a famous designer, works in a designing firm. I'm a timid and silent person who loves to write novels about fantasy and read books. I'm technically a bookworm. I also baby-sit to earn extra cash. I'm also practically a loner. There's nothing great about my average life except for one thing that became a part of me when I turned thirteen. I am a witch!!! My best friend, Abigail Benson, who is the same age as me, has short cropped highlighted flaxen hair. She also has these very deep blue eyes. But best of all, she is also a witch! But that is this teeny tiny thing... we are not allowed to reveal or do magic in front of non-magic people who are Muggles.

Abigail and I go to St. Wellington High during the summer and winter holidays to catch up on our 'normal' studies.

My fingers hovered slightly above the keyboard. I looked at the words on the computer screen. I sighed with disgust. I already knew that I had a story to complete but now I had writer's block.

What in the world am I going to do ? I asked myself as I got up from my desk. I wanted to call Abigail but decided against it.

She is sure to freak ! I thought and shivered at the mere thought of it.

I sat back down on the chair, my eyes fixed on the already blank computer screen.

« When is the dateline, anyway ? « I muttered as I switched my gaze to my Westlife calendar that was on my bookshelf. I heard a soft but audible knock on the door and mmy mother's head poked in.

« Yes, mum ? « I asked sweetly but I could detect the sarcasm in it.

« Abigail is here to see you, « she said, looking a little offended.

« What ?! » I exclaimed, loudly.

« What's wrong,honey ? « she started. « Want- «

« No, I mean tell her that I'm busy ! « I cut her off as I switched my gaze to the clock on the wall. The dateline is drawing nearer but I still don't have an ending for my romance story! It was too late as Abigail come bouncing into the room. I looked at her in astonishment and fear.

Oh shit! NOW I'm SO dead!!! I thought, frantically as I tried my best to cover the computer screen from view.

"Uh, what are you doing here? " I asked with the urgency in my voice, hoping that she would take the message to leave. To my utter dismay, she did not get it. She was too clueless, thank you very much!

"So...how is the story going on? "she asked me, with delight.

"Um-um... "I started but was cut off.

"Let me see how the ending goes. It's bound to have a beautiful one," she protested as I tried my very best to hide the blank screen from her. Abigail looked at me in shock. I knew the truth was finally starting to sink into her.

"You didn't finish it, did you? "she asked me.

"I'm sorry but I had writer's block, "I protested. An awkward silence filled the air.

"I'm really sorry, "I started but she held up a hand, silencing me.

"Forget it! "She spat, angrily.

"B-but, "I sputtered, trying to explain. Hot tears sprung too my eyes when she turned away from me.

"You promised, "she stated in a small but nearly audible voice. "That you'll give it to me by today. "

"I'll give it to you tomorrow...I-I promise, "I offered, feeling particularly guilty.

"Alright, "she sighed, unconvinced.

"I promise, "I repeated.

"I guess I'll just go, then. See you later, "she said as she grabbed her bag and rushed out the door not even a backward glance.

I stood there like an idiot, watching her retreating back.

I yawned, groggily as I stared at the now nearly filled screen. This is the ending of the romance story. With that I fell fast asleep, my head lying on the desk itself. I woke up with a start.

What is that sound? I asked myself as I blinked open my eyes with difficulty.

The lacy white curtains flapped softly in the breeze as a small brown figure illuminated by the streetlight and my computer light, landed gently on my made bed. I quickly got up and made my way to the bed, my heart pounding, loudly.

It was a small but well-groomed brown owl. I noticed a thick envelope tied to its leg. It screeched, softly, as if urging me to untie the envelope.

Obediently, I sank to my knees and began untying the string that tied the envelope to the owl's thin leg. After doing that, it gave me an affectionate peck on my little finger and flew out the window and into the night.

With gentle hands, I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. I was not filled with fatigue but was now filled with curiosity.

I read it,

Dear Ms. McKenzie,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1st September.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Question started exploding through my mind as I re-read the letter all over again. I stared at the letter with shock.

What's going on? I asked myself.

I looked at my watch. It was nearly six in the morning. I decided to inform mum about this later but right now...I've got to get dressed for school.

I pulled my pink jumper tightly close around my body as the wind swirled around me, playing with my hair. Straightening the bag strap on my shoulder, I made my way to school. The wind picked up speed with each step I took. I bent my head low as I walked against the strong wind. I shivered in the cold as goose pimples popped all over my arms and legs.

Before I knew it, I crashed into someone. The contact was so great, that I fell on the pavement; my books were strewn all over.

I looked up as I massaged my bruised elbow. It was guy much more taller than myself. He was quite hot to tell you, with his ebony hair and icy blue eyes.

"A-are you okay? "he asked me as he knelt down to help me up.

"I-I'm fine, thank you, "I assured him, sweetly, as I caught hold of his hand and picked myself up. I dusted my pants and knelt down beside him to pick my books up.

"Here, "he said as he handed over my books to me.

"Thank you, I guess, "I told him, suddenly very interested in the ground.

"Oh, hi, Sirius! "Abigail walked up and slung her arms over Sirius's broad shoulders.

"Hi, Abby! "Sirius said, merrily.

"Oh, it's you "Abigail answered, as she looked me up and down. She rolled her eyes in my direction and walked away with Sirius, with me standing there looking pathetic. I was on the verge of tears.

I could cry later but...why is she so mean? I mean-it's only just a story...right?