Chapter 5.
(A.N. Weee stopt riting 4 wile caIs u wr meennnnnnnnnn. B nic!)
Ayah's eyelids fluttered slightly, as if daring me to awake her from her slumber. The last rays of the dusk sun illuminated the train compartment of which we sat. The train crept slowly through the curtains of the willow trees, waking the agonising wait of our destination appear even longer.
Then the world exploded and shit went everywhere.
Ayah's POV
Some red headed fuck smacked inta me wakin' me up, oh well, time to die.
Arya's POV
In amongst the great commotion, my sister awakened from her rest in a burst of furious rage. Her almost violet violent eyes roared open looking for the person that slammed into her spilling her secret stash of lollies that she had hidden from me. Ayah swiftly stood up twirling around to look at the poor soul about to be hammered by her sister's wrath. I lay one hand before her chest to encourage peace to take place within her soul and forgive her opposing adversary.
"Who are you?" My voice asked as sweetly as syrup.
"Fred." Said the freckled boy blushing the same shade of his hair.
"And George." One quietly added through the door, an almost replica of the embarrassed blob smothering my sister.
Ayah's POV
There were fucking two.
Arya's POV
I tossed my golden hair eloquently over my bronze shoulder. We share a look of understanding before her pupils widen as disbelief and I knew in that instant we were there. As we cross the rolling hillside, the sun's final rays are being blocked by the magnificent fantasy castle Ayah and I have dreamed of for so long, Hogwarts.
Ayah's POV
I glanced through the window staring at my dream, our dream; I wanted to grab hold of it but there was STILL A RED-HEADED OAF CRUSHING ME.
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