Chapter 4
Michelle
I had been in the middle of the weirdest dream of my life. All I'm going to say is that it involved cross dressers in capes. But that horror was interrupted by my darling savior in brown and white feathers, Meeka.
I pushed Meeka away for a minute, because she hadn't been the only thing that had woken me up.
"MICHELLE!"
"Not. Again." I said, slamming my head into my headboard. I then did what I usually did when my name was screeched. Slid down the banister and put myself in her presence, "Yes?"
"Your Hogwarts letter is here."
"Thank you, I'll take that." I went to take the letter from her when she put it too high for my reach.
"Michelle. What would you say if I said you weren't going to Hogwarts this year?"
My eyes glowed red. At least, that's what it felt like, "I'd tell you that I'm going and you can't stop me."
Ryan was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping some orange juice.
"Even without a booklist?"
"I'm a good enough student that they'd take me to Diagon Alley my first day."
"I highly doubt that."
"Why are you doing this mom?"
"Ryan Conner Davis. Sit down right now, this is between me and your sister."
"Mom. You treat Sh- Michelle like she's 5. She's 14. I don't think she's gonna be like me once she comes of age. I don't think she's going to stay in this fucking hell hole. She'll prolly go off with that Malfoy kid."
I choked on air, "Draco is 2 years older than me!" I then glared at him as if to say 'And how do you know about me liking him?'
Ryan, who was taller than mom, grabbed me my letter and handed it to me. He pointed his eyes towards the stairs.
I took the hint and bolted to my room, knowing he'd apparate up there in a few minutes. I finally got a chance to take the letter off Meeka's leg. "Chello is my savior." I said, as I read the letter. I was humming to myself as I put all my stuff in my trunk, a bit happier than usual, but that was definitely something new.
Within all my new-found happiness a large crack distracted me, "Ryan! You just scared the shit out of me!"
My brother simply stared at me, "I know because you really shouldn't write things in places where older brothers are bound too look while their younger sisters are at school."
"You've been snooping in my room?"
"Yes and no."
"It's a simple yes or no question."
"Yes I have. Only because I wanted to know what my little sister has been up to."
"Your little sister has been up to finding a way out of this house for the rest of the summer, and I found it." I told him, showing him my letter from Chelsea.
"Aren't you the lucky one." He replied, then he looked at the look of innocence on my face, "What?" He read the letter, "You want me to apparate you there?"
"You are smarter than you look Ry."
"Gee. Thanks."
"You really should consider it a compliment."
"I will, now where do you want to go?"
"Chelsea's. And now?"
"Alright." Ryan said, not being able to resist my innocence. He finished my packing, magically.
"Thanks Ry."
"Hold on." He said as he grabbed my trunk. All of a sudden, we were gone with a large crack.
We appeared in front of Chelsea's house. I hugged my brother good-bye and walked to the front door, I had everything I'd need. Meeka, my trunk, my broom, and a major happiness intake. I knocked on the door.