Sorry we haven't posted in ages, I've been swamped with homework! This is Squids by the way...

Piper heard a knock on her door, but buried her head under a pillow, because she was so tired. She snuck out that night to practise some quidditch, and stayed up until four, half the time star gazing. Her mum kept knocking, but Piper just grunted and buried herself deeper into her bed. Finally her mum walked in and said, in a strong french accent, "Piper, you have got the letter from the school you insist to go to. I do not understand why you do not want to go to Beauxbatons. You would still be with me..." Her mother trailed off looking longingly at her daughter.

Piper held her hand out to take the letter, feeling exhausted, she had had this discussion many times before, and talking at all for her was annoying, so she did not feel like going through it again.

"Not every thing is about you mum..." Piper mumbled, moodily. She walked around her room, cleaning it. She often cleaned when trying to avoid conversation, this was because she had been informed it was 'impolite' to break off a conversation by reading.

"Sweetie, you know I just want you to be happy, and that I couldn't love you more." She smiled, walking over to her daughter, and enveloping her.

"Love you too, mum." Piper sometimes managed to forget that her mum always had her best intentions in mind, its just that she reads so many books with drama that is well disguised, she always thinks that there is drama in her life.

Piper smiled at her mum and looked at her letter. There it was, addressed to her in a green, swirly handwriting. As a reader, she, if anyone, could appreciate the quality of handwriting, the quality of words. She carefully opened the envelope, cautious not to rip the paper. She pulled out the paper, reading it. She loved seeing her name in that pretty writing, with the words saying she was to go to Hogwarts. She took a look at the equipment list:

Robes
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 student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times.

Books
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment
1 Wand
1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales
Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

She started feeling really excited looking at the book list, books were her favourite thing, and the smell and feel of new books was so overwhelmingly exciting. She sat, thinking that when they went to Diagon Alley she would get the sixteen books on her wish list. She was so thrilled at the prospect of getting new books. Everyone knew her as a bookworm, and she was proud to be that. She didn't really have any friends, well she had the friends in books.

She was nervous to go to Hogwarts though, she didn't know anyone, well except for one guy, whose mum also worked at Beauxbatons, but he was quite mean to her, always bagging her out for being a bookworm. She felt conflicted because she kind of wanted friends, but she didn't want to constantly be social. Her only 'friend' was a girl who kept her up with the local girl, Marie. She was wondering if maybe should should change her image as she looked in the mirror. Piper knew that she didn't look like a bookworm, with her dark brown hair, with the feathers that she loved to plait through her hair.

"Sweetie, come down stairs, I've made toast, oh sorry, french toast as you call it..." Her mum called to her. Piper took a fleeting look in the mirror, trying to see if dark rings had encased her hazel-green eyes. She seemed lucky, only she would know how tired she was. She walked through the hall, her gaze softening looking at her favourite food, french toast.

"Thanks." Piper mumbled, but her mother knew her well enough to know her thanks was sincere. After ingesting the toast she stood up, brushing the crumbs of her pyjama pants, and blew her mum a kiss as she went walking back down the hall.

She got dressed, and did her hair, it was, like always, in her signature plait. She walked into her mums bedroom, who was sitting on her bed reading.

"Mum, can we go to Diagon Alley?" She asked.

"Yes, of course we can! Let us go! I shall grab the floo powder!" Her mum excitedly said, but was almost impossible to understand because she was talking so fast in her accent. They walked out into the dining room, where her mum handed her a pinch of charcoal-coloured powder, and Piper stepped up to the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley." She articulated. She started spiralling through odd nothingness, fireplaces dotted along the ride. She felt herself slowing down and saw the fire place she thought was right, she grabbed it and flew into the room, coughing because of the smoke. She looked around realising she wasn't in the book shop, but in Borgon and Bourkes. She only knew because of the fact everything was marked with that. She groaned, wondering why things like this always happened to her.

Upon closer inspection she realised that she must have been in a Dark Arts shop, because everything seemed evil. Suddenly she realised that she was one grate too far, and that she was down Knockturn Alley, it had been in so many books she had read. She got up, wiping all of the dust off her, and walked out. She was a bit creeped out by all the weird people in the street, but she just put a confident look on her face and walked fast. Finally she saw the sign pointing her to Diagon Alley, where she saw her mum standing around looking stressed.

"Mum!"

1. Who is your favourite character?

2. Who are you most like?

3. Who is the headmistress of Beauxbatons?