Beep. Beep. Beep. Oh god I have always hated my bloody alarm… And of course being a sane teenager I go to snooze it. But someone beat me to it, my mum most likely. I heard her open my blind and I am suddenly blinded by the shining sun lighting up the room. Blinking like crazy I could finally see her standing beside my bed smiling.

"Wake up Julie, you have one hour until breakfast and by the looks of things you are going to need it. Did you not sleep at all?" My mum is lovely but she has a habit of saying it how it is…

"Probably not, I am a bit nervous…" My as I began to get up out of bed.

"Anyways I will have breakfast ready for you when you get down." Smiling, she left my room.

I slouched to my bathroom and looked in the mirror at the frightening face looking back. My mum was right. My hair was knotted and tangled as I started yanking my brush through it. It is long, almost too long – curling down to my hips, and dark brown. I got tanned skin from my parents as they are both Spanish but I got my brown eyes from my mum. I got my strong jaw and my thin face from my dad. I got in the shower and began to wash my hair with my favourite apple scented shampoo and conditioner. My parents are complete health freaks. I am not even joking. I have doing running since I was 4 and I started swimming when I was 5. I have been living and breathing swimming and running for so long now that I love it. This drove my metabolism through the roof so yeah I was thin but more like an athlete than a model. I finished washing my face and finally stepped out of the shower. I looked at the time only to see that I had about 20 minutes left to get ready… I quickly blow dried my hair and pulled it back from my face and checked for any new spots. Of course being a teenager there were a couple but nothing that a bit of concealer and powder couldn't fix. Thank God! Once my face was looking a bit more presentable, I went back to my hair. It was fizzier than usual and was even more tangled then before my shower. Giving up on the idea of having nice hair today I quickly brushed it and plaited it to the side. I threw on what I had planned to wear the day before, only to find that the dress had a massive stain on it. Great! I quickly routed through my closet to find something else and settled for a pair of light blue studded shorts and a cropped black top. I put on my long white cardigan and I picked up my bag from my desk and started heading downstairs to the kitchen.

I sat down at the kitchen table in front of a bowl of cereal and scoffed it down quickly. My parents were outside talking to the neighbours when I joined them. Apparently they had visited yesterday but I was already asleep so they didn't want to wake me. They were an older couple and had a son but he was currently studying at Princeton so they didn't see him much. Wishing me luck they went back inside and I got into my car (a black jeep patriot if you were wondering, I love it but took me forever to save up for). It was a short drive only took a few minutes but finding a parking spot was much harder. Finally, I managed to fit my car into a spot and walked towards the school building. I could feel so many eyes on me that I felt like hiding in my cardigan. Once inside I walked to what looked like a reception desk and was greeted by a small-looking man with green eyes that reminded me of tennis balls.

"Hello I am Juliette, I am meant to be joining the junior year here and if I am completely honest I have no idea where I am meant to be going and well I am – "

"hoping that I would help you." Said the man from behind the desk as he finished my sentence. "Well Juliette you are our first transfer and our first international student, but I guess not many people move to Feels. Anyway here is your photo ID but you have been instructed to go to Mr. Potter's office for a formal welcome. If you turn around and walk straight ahead it is the first door to the right." The man said smiling as he pointed towards a red door with a gold handle.

"Thank you very much, Mr…"

"Mr. Dobby it was very nice to meet you, miss" as he pointed once more at the office and then looking down to carry on with his work.

While taking the few steps to the office, I thought how weird it was that both of the names that I had just heard were from Harry Potter. Maybe they were close friends in real life. I wonder if he can make things levitate or was able to apparate. Then I realised that I was in the real world and that apparition was not something people could do. Also the person I had just met was just that a person not a free elf. I awoke from my daydreams by the sound of a door creaking open. Somehow I had made it to the door of Mr. Potter's office and was about to knock when it started opening. Sitting in front of me was a young man whose black hair was just long enough to cover his forehead. His thin face was framed by a pair of round glasses and behind them a pair of bright green eyes welcoming me into the office. Then he stood up and brushed his fringe to the side and went to introduce himself when I saw it. The lightning bolt-shaped scar.

Thank you everyone who has read this story and thank you for any feedback I really appreciate it. Anyway I am hoping to update this as much as I can while my summer lasts and then hopefully a couple times a week when school starts. Anyways thank you so much, hope you enjoyed this chapter.