Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... at all. The end.
Author's Note: Not my favorite chapter, but it gives insight about how our main character's life was (compare it to the other main character's lives?). If you've read "Georgina Vixen and the Sorcerer's Stone," you'll realize that this version is very different. I realized that the other version was kind of confusing.
Chapter One: A Day in the Life
"Wake up!" murmured a low, female voice, shaking a sleeping body who was clutching her pillow.
The girl in the bed groaned loudly. She was interrupted from a rather spectacular dream of a flying green light, a crash and explosion, and meeting a boy with bright emerald eyes and an oddly shaped scar on his forehead. Using a tremendous amount of willpower, she rolled off her bed with a thud and groggily stood up. The woman who woke her up laughed. Her little Cordelia was always up for theatrics, even for the simplest tasks.
"You know it's your turn to make breakfast, honey. Christy won't be happy if you made it late, since she's been making it dillegently for the last week," the woman chastized, chuckling amusedly. Adopting Cordelia was one of the best decisions her and her husband had made. As she was unable to bear more children after Christy, her and Mike didn't want their only child to get lonely. They visited the orphanage down the street and were greeted by a rather grumpy six-year-old whom they immediately fell in love with.
Cordelia began her morning routine: get dressed in her clothes, brush her teeth, and try to annoy her sister before she got kicked out of her sister's room. As she brushed her teeth, her mind began to wander. Who were her parents? The girl knew she was adopted, because she had lived in the orphanage until she was six. She loved her parents, she really did, but sometimes she wondered whether there were her birthparents, waiting for her to find them. She sighed, looking in the mirror. Her looks were nothing to be proud of, but still her pride remained intact. She had dark brown medium length hair, and poop colored eyes. She was of meduim stature, and to her and everyone else, she looked perfectly normal. Unfortunately, she didn't act half as normal. Over the years, she had perfected the art of sarcasm and learned long words other eleven-year-olds would probably never know until they were adults. Therefore, she had quite a large ego and gave anyone who tried to annoy her a piece of her mind. Walking sullenly down the stairs because she was forced to make breakfast, she nodded in acknowledgement to her father, mother, and sister.
"What took you so long? Catching up on your beauty sleep?" Christy whinned, "I'm huuuuuuungry!" Immediately, Cordelia went to work. In less than twenty minutes, she was done, even though there was only buttered and jellied toast on the table. Her parents didn't trust the kids with making anything else. It kind of defeats the purpose of making breakfast, Cordelia thought, when all you have to do is toast bread and butter and jelly it.
Silently the family began to eat the breakfast when the silence was shattered when little Christy something to say.
"I want a new dress. My old one is getting too small. I'm a growing girl! I grew...five inches from yesterday!" the eight-year-old babbled excitedly. The rest of the family chuckled.
"If that's what Princess Christy wants," her father said, smiling, "'Lia, do you think you can take Christy to the mall today? I have a teacher's meeting today, so I can't take the day off and your mother has work."
"Okay!" Christy chirped smiling happily at her sister, who returned with a smiling wink.
"Oh, you're right dear! I better get going. Bye darlings, and be safe!" called her mother, scurrying to the door and running out.
Wordlessly, Christina motioned for her sister to follow her up into her room. Her sister followed, eager to see what her sister had to share.
"Chrissy, guess what? I had a dream about the green light again!" Cordelia squealed childishly to her best friend and sister.
"Really? That's cool. I wish I had dreams like that! I just forget all of them," pouted Christy, "when are we going to the mall, 'Lia?"
"After I'm done with my homework," replied Cordelia, "which will be around ten. Why don't you go read a book until then? We do want you to be the prettiest, smartest girl in the fourth grade, don't we?"
Christy nodded excitedly and ran off to find her favorite book. These were times that Cordelia envied her sister greatly. Christy was easily the most beautiful person in the family, inheriting the best features from both parents. Both of her parents had light hair, so sometimes Cordelia felt like the odd child out, especially during family portriats. Her foster family was much too nice to mention anything, but she could sometimes feel that they wished she looked more like them.
After she was done with her homework, Cordelia called Christy, and they set off with their bikes to ride the few miles to the mall.
When they arrived, Cordelia saw many couples at the food court, and she wished she could be one of them. No one willingly interacted with her, because of her slightly stuckup attitude, and since there were many other, much prettier girls to hang out with. When she loooked to the right, at her sister's bright face, she immediately forgot about the couples and led her sister to Limited Too, her favorite clothing store.
An hour later with a new dress, the two sisters were happily munching on ice cream cones, as they reminiced old times.
Suddenly, out of no where Christy said, "I'll miss you a lot when you go to middle school 'Lia. You won't be able to pick me up anymore!"
Cordelia felt a warm, fluttering feeling in my chest. Sometimes the biggest pride-givers in the world were the things people said to you. "Don't worry, Christy, I'll still be able to pick you up afterschool! You just have to wait awhile, but other than that, you'll be fine," Cordelia said warmly, squeezing her sister's hand, as they walked hand in hand with their bikes back home.
Little did the two sisters know, there would be a huge change in their lives coming up very quickly.
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