The plane landed in Tallahassee around two thirty in the afternoon. My mother and I were the first to get off the plane. Both of us were anxious to actually move. After waling around in the airport lobby we jumped into the car. Some, twenty minutes later, we arrived at the apartment my mother rented until we found a house to live in. The night before we left on the plane my mother did some research on Tallahassee, like only she would, and found that the middle school I would attend was Rockwell Junior High. Tallahassee also has a great singing program. No much interest from me at that comment, my mother says I am a great singer but everyone's parents say that so I have the right not to believe her. Soon we arrived at our little apartment. Our room was on the highest floor with the most windows. I love looking out windows for some unknown reason. We walked up two flights of stairs to get to our room. They were like the ones you see in movies that connect apartments and kids are always running up and down them. Suddenly, I remembered I had always wanted to try. Since I was actually doing it, it wasn't a huge deal. My mother opened the door and we stepped in. The apartment wasn't half that bad, a little shabby here and there but with our stuff in it and some paint on the walls, it could become really cozy
"So what do you think?" my mother asked.
"It's great!"
"I know!" mother said proudly.
I smiled, my mom looked just like a little kid going through every room and looking at every square inch of the house!
"Which room do you want?" asked my mother.
Repeating what my mom had done, inspecting the apartment, I chose the smallest room with the largest closet and a window. Just like my old room, it was simple. After what seemed like two hours, my mom chose her room and I went to unpack. Mother said we were going to buy me a new bed so I didn't have to worry about putting that somewhere yet. I started putting all of my clothes into my gigantic closet; I swear I could put my bed in there! It didn't take me a long time to unpack since I didn't bring of lot of things, so I was done within forty minutes. I laid down on my sleeping bag, my makeshift bed for the time being, and pulled out a Harry Potter book. If I was trying to get my mind off of things, I must be insane. As I opened the book an envelope fell out. On the front it said:
For Lisa
In strange handwriting. I opened the envelope and pulled the letter out to fine just a blank sheet of parchment. I examined it for just one little letter of proof of writing but nothing. My finger grazed the bottom of the parchment and sparks flew off my finger and three words appeared.
With Love,
Hermione
As if things couldn't get any odder.
