„Juliet, that's the third time I told you to come down here. Are you deaf?", Juliet's father screamed up the staircase. A door was thrown open and a voice answered.
"I heard you, alright! I am just...busy." "Busy doing what?", her father answered. "Busy reading!", Juliet said.
"Again?", William Peters stormed up the stairs and stopped right in front of his daughter. "You're doing nothing else anymore. Just bloody reading. For god's sake. Go outside and get yourself a boy-friend. Or just any friends.", he roared. Juliet didn't even look at him, she had have this discussion with him far too often by now. "What are you reading anyway? Are you again reading this rubbish Larry Trotter or something?!"
Firstly, it's Harry Potter and secondly it's not rubbish, it's the most brilliant book ever written", Juliet talked back.
Her father however didn't like that fact at all, so he decided to break the news to her. "Your mother and I have decided...", Juliet snorted. She knew, whatever he father might have had decided, her mother's opinion wasn't even asked for. Her father however gladly overheard her snorting.
"We have decided to send you to some boarding school with normal people around"
"You did...WHAT?", Juliet couldn't believe her ears. No, no no! Tell me that's not true. You can't just send me away, against my wishes.", she pleaded with tears in her eyes.
"Watch me!", her father growled. And start packing your things. And these books...", he kicked against the pile of Harry Potter books, which were lying beside Juliet's bed "are staying behind. I want you to get some new friends over there and not just to bury yourself in this rubbish again. Believe me it's just for your best..."
Juliet couldn't take it anymore; she just threw herself onto her bed again and buried her face in the pillows. Though she was crying very hard, her father didn't even seem to care. He just told her to be ready by sun-rise and left the room and his crying daughter behind. Juliet felt miserable. She was about to turn sixteen soon and all she ever got from her parents were threatening and punishments. She was used to it by now, she knew she could be glad to have family after all, but she didn't feel home with these people who called themselves her parents, she never did. Juliet though nearly sixteen was quite short for her age, only 1.45m and it didn't seem that she would grow much more in the future. Her hair was raven black and it was a very hard job to get it tamed every morning. She also had green eyes. All these features were shared by a boy she adored. Only that this boy didn't really exist. Juliet was much too intelligent to believe in anything like magic, wizards and for that fact in Harry Potter. However the Potter books had always been her most beloved literature and even if she was just going on a week-end field trip she carried one of those books around. Leaving without even one of those, would be just like leaving without a single friend in the world. In fact she didn't have any real friends. She wasn't interested in them, all the boys could talk about was soccer, a very boring game compared to Quidditch even if Quidditch didn't existed. Hanging around with other girls was even worst. All they were interested in were boys and make-up. Two topics which could drive Juliet insane, just by mentioning them. Juliet didn't give a damn about her appearance; nonetheless she was of a natural beauty. However as there weren't any boys around she was interested in, she couldn't care less. She was sitting on her bed now, stemming the tears and trying to figure out what to do next. Going to this random boarding school wasn't an option; she might as well just jump from a bridge. Sure there was the possibility that she could find people like her over there, but after the remark of her father, Juliet knew that this boarding school had to be a very boring conservative one. Nothing for her!
Just as Juliet made up her mind to just run for it, she heard a knocking at the window, a tapping more then a knocking. She didn't move. Clearly her burdened mind must have had played a trick with her senses. Just when she decided to let it pass, she heard the tapping again, jumped up and ran towards the window sell. She gasped when she opened the window and saw a beautiful brown owl sitting in front of her, just waiting to be left in.