The light of the morning shone through the blinds in Veronica's room. She opened her eyes, but it was too bright to bear. She groaned, and pulled the covers over her head. She looked at the alarm clock. It read: 7:06.
"Bugger," she moaned, while getting out of bed and putting her cute bunny slippers on. "Nobody should be up at this hour, especially on a Saturday."
Veronica went into the cramped bathroom and looked in the mirror. She had to admit, she was pretty, even with bed head. She fixed her red hair, until it wasn't in disarray. She trudged through the narrow hallway, and when she rounded the corner to the kitchen, she noticed her mom coming through the kitchen door. Her mom worked the night shift to help keep ends meet. She was a single mom, struggling. In one hand were her keys and in the other, she held a smoke.
Veronica gasped. "Mama, you said you would quit!"
Her mother turned around, startled. "Oh! You scared me."
She walked right up to her and took the cigarette away. "You scared me too." She put it in her pocket, but would dispose of it later.
"I'm going to bed. Oh, and could you get the mail? I have forgotten to get it in the last couple days."
"Sure," Veronica sighed. Sometimes she felt like she was the parent, and not her mother.
After making gourmet cereal, a recipe she had learned in cooking class last year, she put on a pea coat and headed outside. She lived in a tiny apartment above a pub. It was a bad part of town, and late at night, there would be drunken fights on the streets. The walls were always filled with graffiti, but Veronica thought it was pretty. She had grown up there, it was her home, and it taught her to be tough.
Living over a pub did have its up sides, though, the man, Pete, who owned Pete's Pub, would sneak Veronica beer sometimes. It was awesome. She would share it with her friends, even though she did not have to, but it was because she was so kind. That is what the girls liked about her. The boys, on the other hand, LOVED her. She was no doubt the prettiest girls in her class. Even though she was angelic looking, she could throw a punch like nobody's business. Living on the streets taught her that. She put her hands in her pocket, and headed to get the mail, which was just down the street. Upon opening the mailbox, which was stuffed with envelopes, she looked through them.
"Bills, bills, bills, bills." she chanted. Suddenly, she came across an envelope that wasn't a bill. It was fancy, and was addressed to her!
She opened it, and it read:

Dear Veronica Ambrose,

You have been accepted to Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry!!

- Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster

She screamed. Her mother had told her about her adventures in Hogwarts, and now it was her time to finally go. She was accepted, and everything was right in the world. She showed her mom the letter. Her mother looked upset.
"I don't want you going."
"Why not? You loved this place." Veronica argued.
"I used to love it. But I do not think this is a good idea."
"Please let me go." She made the cutest puppy dog eyes.
Her mother's face softened. "Alright." Nobody could resist Veronica's powerful puppy dog eyes.
Within days, she was packed, along with a framed picture of her as a baby and being held by her father, before he died. It was the only picture she had of her father, and it was only of his hands, but it was her most prized possession, next to her Spice Girls CD collection of course!
In no time, she was already on the train. Next stop, HOGWARTS! She found a place to sit, by two equally hot girls. One had raven black hair, and she called herself Neon and the other had flowing, golden spun hair and her name was Lucy. They seemed to have so much in common! Later, a pretty girl named Ellie joined them. She had gorgeous brunette ringlets. Victoria knew from the start that they were going to be BFFs!