Several Sunlit Days

Bio’s:
ellabella611:
Jo-Ann Sparrow

Nickname/s: Jo, Only a select few can call me Jo-Jo.

Looks: I have blue-grey eyes which change between the colours blue and grey (so one moment they look blue then grey.) I have shoulder length light red-brown, straight hair, straight, flat fringe I am medium height although you'll find most people of the same age are taller then me.

Personality: funny, smart, practical joker, I am like the weasley twins in that aspect, BIZARRE, I know just how far to push teachers and not get into trouble, I am a bit of a tomboy, mention dresses, skirts, high heels or make up and I run the other way, my favourite shoes are converse or sneakers as I call them.

Blood Status: Pureblood, but I don't care about someones blood status.

Favourite spell: I love the bat-bogey hex

House: GRYFFINDOR

Other: On the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Chaser.

Birthday: 11 June 1980

Favourite Class: Transfiguration. DADA. COMC. However she is really smart and could have been a Ravenclaw.
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Temperance Rose
Tempy or Tempce to some people.
Appearance: She has long messy strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Pale since she never really goes outside or never did anyway. Shorter than most people her age. She has a few freckles and small rectangular glasses. Very skinny.
Personality: She was a shy girl and is used to surviving on her own. Usually is quite full of wit when the mood swings her and has a tendency to end up in a lot of trouble for saying the wrong things. Doesn’t exactly know when to stop talking so you can usually catch her rambling or just ranting none stop and getting a detention most likely from Snape.
Blood Status: Find out later
Birthday: 2nd of June 1980
House: Mwahaha
Classes: DADA and Potions.

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This was my new start, a new life. I was a witch, honestly the whole idea felt like an illusion, a practical joke one of the other orphans pulled on me. Though if it was true, this was just the beginning, the start of an entire new life where I would finally be out of this small dark room and maybe have a family or I’d do what I always did push people away.

No this time it would be different, I was eleven years old, I was walking down some train station I’d never been –not surprising, I’d barely been anywhere- about to go to place that would teach me magic. I was a witch, I was special. That was something I’d never been before. All I’d ever been was some average girl that wasn’t talented, beautiful, unique enough to adopt.
My guide left me, so I had no clue what I was about to do. All I knew was the station number, platform 9 and 3/4. A station that so far had not appeared. I’d hit my breaking point, the train was going to leave in a about five minutes and I had been down the station at least five times and there was no 9and ¾’s, it was time to ask.
Looking around the only person in sight was a tall, fat with crop blonde hair. He didn’t look friendly but neither did most people around.
“Um sorry, excuse me but do you know where platform nine and three quarters is?” I asked him, I sounded frail, small like a person that wasn’t even there, I’d lived with that my whole life though so what difference would it have now. All I’d ever been was a short girl, with strawberry blonde hair, –allergic to strawberries got to love the irony in that- blue eyes, few freckles and the complete physically weak impression with incredibly pale skin not to mention my small rectangular glasses yeah that added to the weak impression. Basically I was invisible.
“Nine and three quarters, is this some kind of a joke. Look it wasn’t funny when your friend did the same thing just then and it still isn’t,” he said, he was grumpy. And what did he mean by my friend? I’d had one friend Melinda and after she got adopted she never kept in touch. But if there was someone else here that needed to get to the platform. And that’s when I saw them, a large group of gingers, all with trolleys and a black haired guy he was skinny like me, the kind of skinny that looked like no one ever fed you and he also wore clothes like me, a baggy grey T-shirt and pants that didn’t fit right. Ok I had clothes that did fit but I wore a $2 pink shirt that was a couple sizes too big and white shorts it was likely that the most expensive thing I had one me –aside from the contents of my trolley- was the rose bracelet I’d always had.
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I walked over there, curious to see if they could help me out. I just had a feeling they could. I looked up; they were between 9 and 10. Yes maybe this was the answer.
One of the gingers was a plump women, she was talking to the black haired boy. A small –also ginger- girl was beside her, she looked intrigued by the boy. The women looked up at me she was smiling. “Hogwarts?”
“Ahuh,” I nodded, I felt myself blush. I wasn’t used to someone seeing me, it was nice.
“Need help getting onto the platform?” I saw another ginger next to them, the other three had vanished though I wasn’t sure where to.
I nodded again.
“You’re just going to go straight at the wall, best to do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous,” she said to me and the other two boys.
This was it I was going to Hogwarts, it was real. I was about to start an entire new life.

Ok I really don’t do first chapters, but yeah so here’s my first part of the group story with ellabella611. Hope you guys like it and yeah