Meeting the Weasleys

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We were sitting at breakfast, eating smoked salmon. My father and Mother were drinking Champagne since they had got very drunk at a party last night. I thought they were permanently drunk for one reason or another. I became bored with my mothers constant withering. So I looked around at the breakfast room. It was a light salmon pink; my mother loved the colour, even more than my fathers' money. I liked the deep Oakwood cup boarding of this room. The silverware had already been polished today and was shining brightly. I could hear the maids whispering in the servants' kitchen, probably complaining about my mother.

I silently rose from my carefully crafted oak chair and moved to the window, my clothes hanging off my thin frame. I looked out, the morning was glorious the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds, maybe I would go riding today. The lawns were covered in Jew, which gave the field a rippling effect.

As I watched I noticed a large owl flying downwards toward the window. I hoped it wouldn't bang in to it. As it flew closer I noticed that it was infact and owl. I looked on as it flew through to window and started to tap it's beak against the glass. I was shocked for a second but then I quickly opened the window. It dropped a letter onto, my lap. It said

To Ms. Miranda Microsoft Missenden House Brill Milton Keynes Bucks HP0 OG6

The owl had flown back through the window and into the distance before I could recover from my shock. My mother rushed over,

'Darling what is the matter, you are quite pale.'

'Nothing mother' I replied, staring in shock at the un-opened letter in my hand. She tested my temperature quickly and then steered me out the room shouting to my father that I was ill and would have to spend the day in bed. As soon as we were outside the door, she started murmuring to herself,

'I wondered when it would come, was almost too late!'

'Mother, what is wrong' I said to her in the same tone I used with any one who annoyed me. We reached by bedroom and I immediately felt safer, its light blue walls, en-suite bathroom and my dressing room were all in their places. My mother sat down on my beautifully made bed and said

'Sweetie, you're a witch, we have to go and get your things, and we'll be going to London to get your things. Then tomorrow you will have to go to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts express. 'She then turned to the door and rung the bell for my maid, when she arrived she told her to send any stranger women to arrived up to my bedroom. I sank onto the bed and opened the letter, it said

Ms. Miranda,

You have been admitted to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. We hope you will join us there in September, Please remember that first years aren't allowed brooms.

Yours truly

Albus Dumbledore

When I had finished reading the strictest women I had ever seen entered. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun and she was wearing a long skirt and a loose baggy jacket that looked as if it had come from Primark (AN: I love Primark so no disrespect!). She stopped as she saw my mother and gave a small smile, and said

'Maria! We thought you had gone to Canada!' My mother gave a small sad smile and said,

'I'm sorry Minerva, I decided to marry a muggle millionaire, stay away from the magic world, and he broke my heart.' I wondered who had broken her heart and what a muggle was. Before I had a chance to ask, Minerva turned to me, she spoke in a thin crisp voice, one that sounded used to being obeyed,

'I had come to take you to Diagon alley and buy your school stuff. However since your mother can take you I will let her do the honours. She handed me a ticket which said-'the Hogwarts express, leaving September the 21st platform 9 and ¾.' She turned to go and then turned to my mother quickly,

'Owl me Maria, I want to hear from you.' With this last statement she left and my mother seemed startled from her sudden trance.

'Right, I am going to flo the Weasleys now and we will go there' I didn't answer, I was too much in shock and too surprised to say anything at all. I was a witch.

Despite this shocking thought. I was desperate to know what was going on. My mother called up another servant, who was informed to pack my most casual clothes. she curtsied and left. I still loved clothes, even after my friendship with Ruth. My mother then went to the fireplace and took a handful of green dust. She turned to me and said conversationally

'I keep a supply of flo powder with me all the time.' I just looked at her my mouth hanging open slightly. She looked at me and told me to change into something better fitting. I went to my wardrobe and changed into a short-ish green skirt and a white t-shirt. I brushed through my long brown hair and looked at my peerless face in the mirror. My mother came up behind me and said

'Darling you are quite beautiful, don't worry.' I admitted that I did look rather good, though I wasn't beautiful. She turned to the fireplace again and threw the power into the grate. A green burst of flames burst there, beautiful intense green. I blinked slightly; my mother had just stuck her head in the flames. 'Mrs. Weasley' I heard her call, they chatted for about a minute before my mother beckoned me forward and I too stuck my head in the flames. Before me I saw several large red heads, one smaller one and a girl my age, there was also one dark-haired boy and the two parents. They were all staring at me with fascination. I spoke quite suddenly to them the words just slipping out of my mouth,

'Don't you know it is rude to stare?'

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