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The five marauders
Chapter 2
"Jamie! Get your lazy arse down here! Mum says breakfast's ready!"
Urgh. I hate it when my brothers come from Brazil. They always have to wake me up. Whether it was Michael or Victor that yelled I have no idea, but I don't really care. Today apparently is the day! I'm so excited!
I heard from my best friend, Kieran Cole, who heard from his other best friend, who heard from his brother, who heard from his cousin, who heard from her uncle, who is friends with some professor at Hogwarts, that apparently, our letters will come today!
I lazily rolled out of bed and half run to my closet, throwing on a random t-shirt and shorts (since I could already feel that today is a pretty hot day), and ran downstairs, jumping down the last four steps, and into the kitchen.
"Woah! Slow down sis'!" Victor laughed (I knew it was him, since he had a mole above his left eyebrow unlike his twin), when I skidded to a stop right by the table.
"Yeah, where's the fire Jay?" Michael laughed.
I was about to throw some kind of witty and sarcastic comment (being the queen of sarcasm around here) but I was interrupted by the arrival of two owls (One familiar, one new), both addressed to me.
"Ulalah! Little Jay got a letter from her boyfriend Siri!" Michael and Victor chorused.
"You're both idiots. But after all, light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak," I stated, while taking the letters from the two owls.
"Aww, you think we look 'bright'," Victor chuckled.
"Why, thank you, dear sister," Michael added.
"Don't thank me for insulting you, it was a pleasure," I teased.
"Well at least I'm-"
"Shut it!" My mum finally exploded. She has a tiny temper, and gets VERY annoyed every single time me and my brothers get into a fight, even if it's just a little teasing match. But other then that she's a really pleasant woman.
Our mother is a beautiful lady in her mid-forties. She has natural and amazing auburn hair, with the slightest traces of grey, beautifully placed brown eyes, and ideal, red lips. I am often told that I look just like her when she was my age, except for my black hair. I just wish that I'll look just like her when I'm her age.
Our father, on the other hand, is an overweight, charming man, with a great sense of humour (which I inherited). He is in his mid-forties (like mum), has raven hair (Which I also inherited), Blue eyes, and a short beard. I think that if he lost his weight, he'd be a handsome man, just like my two older brothers (Auburn hair, blue eyes). He is currently at work, doing his duty in the department of magical transportation in the ministry of magic.
Since neither of us wanted to anger mum further, all three of us shut up and sat down at the kitchen table, which mum was setting out for breakfast.
I looked back down at my two letters and let out a little scream in happiness (one of the few things that I do that can be linked to a female's behavior). There it was! My Hogwarts letter.
"Phew! And I thought my little sister was going to be a squib!" Victor laughed.
"Did I mislead you by acting like I cared what you think?" I asked, with a tiny glare.
Victor was about to say something, but thankfully, he shut his trap after receiving a glare from mum.
"Leave Jemmia alone!" My mum growled protecting her little angel, while I cringed at hearing my name.
"Sorry Jemmia," Victor teased, knowing full well how much I hated my name.
Instead of throwing another sarcastic remark, I looked back to the letter.
Ms. J. White
4 May Street
St Albans
I quickly ripped open the letter and began to read….
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, first class, Grand sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International confed. of wizards)
Dear Ms. White,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later then 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGon agall
Deputy Headmistress
"Awesome!" I whispered.
Mum, who after reading the letter over my shoulder, took out a bit of parchment and a quill and began writing a letter to the headmaster, confirming that I will, most definitely, be on the Hogwarts express on 1 September, which just so happens to be in two weeks!
Meanwhile, I began reading over the book and equipment list…
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (Black, Silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Set Books
All students should have a copy each of the following:
The Standard Book Of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
The Theory of Magic by Albert Donshiere
Transfiguration guide for beginners by Daniel Hawk
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Newt Scamander
Dark Arts and Defence Against Them by Augustus Bell
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
That's pretty good. I already have a pair of dragon hide gloves, A black winter cloak (I'll just ask mum to change the colour of the fastenings from gold to silver) and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
I gave the list to mum and picked up my other letter, addressed:
To Mad Jay
In a very familiar scrawl of a certain young lad whom I haven't seen since the Quidditch world cup last year…
I quickly and eagerly opened the letter and read…
Dear my favourite girl (I laughed out loud at that. He keeps on calling me his 'favourite girl' as if I'm some kind of possession, but I don't care),
I'd ask how are you , but that's boring… Wasap? Nah… that's kind of weird… How are you doing? God that's the kind of really formal… Whatever…
So, today we got our letters! Pretty exciting isn't it? We should try and meet on Diagon Alley, I've only seen you once after all, and I'd like to see your pretty face again before we meet on the Hogwarts express (I laughed again. Sirius is such a flirt!). Me and my charming mother are going to buy my school stuff on the 25th. How about we meet somewhere? I'll try to lose my Beloved mother somewhere, so we can hang out on our own… In fact, I think she might be planning on leaving me by myself anyway.
So how's life?(YES! I FOUND A GOOD ONE!). Are your brothers still annoying you? You keep on moaning about how they're bullying you, while I'd love to swap siblings with you. The 'Devil Twins' as you call them, sound much more fun then my little brother. He seems to be turning out to be pure-blood dung like my wonderful mother, who by the way, called me blood traitor again last night after I made friends with some muggle-born guy. Also, on the 25th I'm going to try and meet James Potter, the guy was teasing my little brother a few weeks ago in the park near my house for being such a pure-blooded jerk (I told you about that incident, me and James stayed pen-pals just like you and me after it).
Anyway, I hope to finally see you soon. Make sure you tell Pirate to bring your reply straight to me unlike the last one (My mother read your letter, and concluded that you're a filthy blood-traitor, and doesn't want me to stay in contact with you, but I don't care).
Reply soon!
May your Jokes and Pranks be blessed,
May your sarcasm stay at best,
May your ego win all hearts,
From the bachelor of such arts!
Sirius
I grinned a little at the poem at the bottom (We always signed our letters with random poems like that. Don't ask me why), before snatching some parchment from a drawer and borrowing my mum's quill.
Dear my serious friend Sirius,
The beginning of your latest letter was a bit random, but I wouldn't expect anything different (I would have stuck with 'How's it hanging', or 'Que tal').
I see you must have gotten your Hogwarts letter a bit before me, since my letter came at the same time as the one you sent me, but I guess it might mean you live nearer to the school… Or I just had my letter sent with some stupid owl…
ANYWAY…
I stopped writing for a minute and asked, "Mum, Sirius will be going to Diagon Alley on the 25th and asked if it's possible that we meet up with him".
"I guess that's OK, we could meet in the Leaky Cauldron around twelve", My mum said, while putting down our breakfast, "And quickly finish with that letter, so we can start breakfast".
"Sure, thanks".
My mum said that 25th is fine. Can you make it to Leaky Cauldron around 12-ish? I quite miss you and wouldn't mind seeing your not-so-bad face either. It'd be pretty good if you could manage to get rid of your Wonderful (note the sarcasm) mother, since she thinks I'm a blood-traitor.
I'm sorry that your brother is turning out like that, I thought that with you as an influence, he wouldn't turn out like the family you described. And anyway, ANOTHER muggle friend? Your mother must be really pissed! You rule my friend! Also, I'm really hoping to meet that famous James of yours (You know? The one you keep on writing to me about? You talk about him so much I'm starting to think you're in love!). He seems like an OK guy.
So sorry if I got you in trouble. It seems that pirate isn't the smartest of owls, even though they're supposed to be really smart when they're young. I'll make sure that it sinks in this time that he has to take the letter straight to you.
May your hair stay black and strong (From what I've found out from the letters, Sirius is obsessed with his hair),
May you do all that is wrong,
May mischief not leave your soul,
From the girl you called a troll (Long story… I'll tell you later)
Jamie
P.S. I almost forgot, have you heard of the outcome of the latest Quidditch game, England vs. France? Apparently we've won 1010 – 20!
"Done!" I exclaimed, and began munching my bacon and eggs.
Now, before I forget, let me quickly tell you the story of why I'm called a troll…
I lied, it's not a long story, it's just that being the lazy me, I couldn't be bothered to tell you about it before.
Basically, after the Quidditch world cup, Sirius and I decided to go for a quick stroll around the camp-site since my parents gave me that little bit of freedom and his couldn't care less. So after a while, we came across this little kid, couldn't be more then three, holding a wand (must have belonged to one of his parents). As we walked past him, he giggled, pointed that damn thing at me and I turned completely green and ugly. When Sirius looked at me, he burst out laughing and said I look like some troll… I had to walk all the way to our tent being slimy and green before my mum turned me back to normal.
TADA! Chapter 2!
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I'll post chapter 3 as soon as I can! C U!