Chapter Three
Chelsea
I woke up as my sister's launched doughnuts at my head. I opened my eyes to find Lisa and Laura, the evil twins, sitting and laughing. They were going into their sixth year in the Hufflepuff house. Thank God I never saw them much in school, they kept to themselves, doing homework or acting like they were big shot rebels. I jumped up from the sofa and tackled Laura to the ground.
"What did I do?" She question me, throwing me to the ground, I stayed there to tired to fight back anymore.
"Yeah, lay off," Lisa said, picking me up and shoving me onto the sofa. I glared at them and pushed Lisa to the ground by her head and walked into the kitchen, where a half box of Crispy Cream Doughnuts were. My mom was sitting at the table with the Daily Prophet in her hand.
"Good morning!" She said as she shoved the doughnut box to my face, I looked at it and wondered what time it could possibly be. I turned around in my chair to look at the time. Six O'clock. What an ungodly hour. I turned back around and banged my head on the table, tired. I wondered why everyone was up to early. My mom patted me on the head from across the table and handed me two letters. I looked up and grabbed them both. Interesting, Hogwarts had sent there supply list. It was only August 14. The other letter was from Mich.
I tore that one open and read it through with some chuckles. I hid it inconspicuously from my mom though, not wanting her to see some things in it. My mom hated people who used 'blood traitor' and 'mudblood' or other things like that, whatever. I saw Wilson perched in the kitchen, and I guessed she used Meeka to actually send the letter.
I wanted to get together with her.
"Uh…mom? Would it be alright if Michelle came over for the rest of the summer…and get on the train with us?" I asked her not knowing what her answer was going to be. I was surprised when she took a sigh and said: "If it's alright with her mother." I smiled and gave her thumbs up from across the table. Basically what she said was…leave the planning up to me. She didn't like Shells family…who did? I pranced up the stairs and into my room. I saw Meeka sitting in my room. I gave a smile to her.
Grabbing another piece of parchment I began to write another letter to Mich.
You,
Pack your bags and bring your Nimbus. You lucky ass. Its time for you to come over my house and escape them! MUAH!
Just somehow get your dad or Bro to apparate you to my house. But you know how my mom is with Slytherins such as the rest of your family…don't let them come near my house. Hope to see you soon, my mom is okay with you coming over my house for the rest of the summer! Woo!
Chello
I looked at my scribbled letter and gave it to Meeka, "Send it strait to Michelle. PRONTO!"
The little owl fluttered its wings and I opened the window for her. I watched her chase into the distance until it got to boring to watch. The little owl was very small when I turned away from my window and dove into my bed with a yawn. I laid head down into the pillow, thinking about her letter, she had gotten a Nimbus 2003, and I had only gotten the latest version of the Cleansweeps.
I cleared my mind.
What did it matter? My family didn't have all the money in the world anyway…and why would a beater need a Nimbus 2003? I wanted to not be jealous, and I tried to think myself out of wanting what she had but that was pretty much useless. She had something ten times better then what I had laying under my bed right now. I rolled over and looked under my bed. The broom had ridden really nicely when I practiced on it.
I shook the thoughts out of my head, not wanting to really think about that right now, I probably had to get ready for Mich to stay the rest of the summer. This was actually going to need planning. Eh, we probably were going to practice some Quidditch along the way, so I grabbed my bludgers, snitch, and quaffles in a box, out of the closet.
My broom cleaning kit was opened; I decided to shine up my broom to make it look nice. I did a backwards roll to my bed and grabbed my broom and rolled back to my cleaning set. It was now time for cleaning action. I grabbed the polisher and coated it all over the wooden part of the broom, and got the brush from the kit and scrubbed the broom handle. It was shiny and looked new. Then I got the straitening lotion from the kit and put it in the bristles and watched them straiten. I smiled as the simple cleaning kit did a wonderful job. I shoved everything back into the brown back and put my broom on my bed, hoping it wouldn't get dusty. Looking at it, I saw the clear golden 'Cleansweep' logo shining brightly. I smiled and pranced out of the room down stairs to grab some breakfast.