I was definitely an outsider. My Cornish accent and I always got made fun
of. People never thought twice about getting to know me. Until Sirius Black
came along.
It was a rainy, foggy, miserable morning. I was sitting out on the porch steps because I loved to watch the rain. If I stayed out long enough I might be able to catch a glimpse of a rainbow. I curiously looked over at number twelve. It was pretty gloomy looking. I wonder who lives there?, I thought to myself, and a split second later a boy about my age ran out of the house.
He had black hair that was long enough to fall in his face. His blue eyes shone through the gloom of the day.
He didn't stop running after he got off the porch steps. He ran and ran, and ran, and ran. Actually, I don't even remember seeing him stop. He just ran out of sight my suspicions following him.
The sky shown no sign of giving up it's gloominess so I just headed back inside where it was warm and comforting.
I didn't stop thinking about him until my mother came home from work. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy as if she'd been crying the whole way home...
"Mum, what's wrong?" I said approaching her.
"Go get your sisters! Quick!" she replied, which wasn't what I wanted to hear but I followed her wishes anyway. I ran upstairs as fast as my numb toes would carry me.
"Lily!!! Petunia!!!!" I shouted, "C'mon!! We're going somewhere!!!! Hurry up and let's get going!!" I ran into my twin sister, Lily's room where she was hurriedly pulling on a pair of thick woolen socks.
"Where are we going?" she asked, a note of panic in her voice.
"I don't know." I gave her the only answer I had. When I looked into her eyes I knew she was thinking the same thing I was thinking, it couldn't be anything good.
It was a rainy, foggy, miserable morning. I was sitting out on the porch steps because I loved to watch the rain. If I stayed out long enough I might be able to catch a glimpse of a rainbow. I curiously looked over at number twelve. It was pretty gloomy looking. I wonder who lives there?, I thought to myself, and a split second later a boy about my age ran out of the house.
He had black hair that was long enough to fall in his face. His blue eyes shone through the gloom of the day.
He didn't stop running after he got off the porch steps. He ran and ran, and ran, and ran. Actually, I don't even remember seeing him stop. He just ran out of sight my suspicions following him.
The sky shown no sign of giving up it's gloominess so I just headed back inside where it was warm and comforting.
I didn't stop thinking about him until my mother came home from work. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy as if she'd been crying the whole way home...
"Mum, what's wrong?" I said approaching her.
"Go get your sisters! Quick!" she replied, which wasn't what I wanted to hear but I followed her wishes anyway. I ran upstairs as fast as my numb toes would carry me.
"Lily!!! Petunia!!!!" I shouted, "C'mon!! We're going somewhere!!!! Hurry up and let's get going!!" I ran into my twin sister, Lily's room where she was hurriedly pulling on a pair of thick woolen socks.
"Where are we going?" she asked, a note of panic in her voice.
"I don't know." I gave her the only answer I had. When I looked into her eyes I knew she was thinking the same thing I was thinking, it couldn't be anything good.