Your Mixed-Up Life at Hogwarts, Year 1
kay, so im gonna make two main charracters for this story--one in Gryffindor, and one in Slytherin. These stories will be taken completely out of the book, so if you havent read them, too bad. You'll catch on. Please comment if you like! And if you dont! Yay! :D
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~Mykkaila's POV~
I woke up to the smell of bacon. Mmmm, bacon. I rubbed my eyes, yawned, then curled up with my pillow. Five more minutes...
"Mykkaila, get your butt down here!" My mom yelled playfully. Smiling, I turned over and onto the floor.
"Aaaah!" I said, making a muffled thudding noise. That sure woke me up! "Thank God for carpets!" I mumbled as I dressed.
Downstairs, I grabbed a plate and piled on the bacon and eggs. "This looks great, Mom," I told her between mouthfuls.
"Thanks hon!" she said, taking a big bite of bacon.
"Dig in!" my dad declared, stuffing food into his mouth. We all laughed.
Suddenly, an owl flew in through our window, carrying a letter in his mouth.
"What in the world...?" my dad yelled as the owl landed on our table and dropped the letter right in my eggs.
"Classy," I said. "Eggs a la envelope." I picked up the letter and opened it. The owl hooted, then took the rest of my bacon and left.
"Gee, thanks!" I called sarcastically after it. I unfolded the letter:
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 Miss Whilspar,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I stared at the paper for a long time. Then I blinked, and remembered where I was. "Read this," I said, flinging the paper at my parents. I looked back in the envelope and took out another piece of paper.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~
Uniform
First-Year students will recquire:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for dday wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
I read through the course books, all of them about magic, the equipment needed ("Who in their right mind would carry around a cauldron?"), and the other rules ("People have owls as pets?").
"Am I a witch?" I asked my parents.
"I think so," my mom said. "My grandmother, your great-grandmother, used to tell me stories about witches and wizards and a place called Hogwarts. She said my mother was a squib, and my father, your father, and me were Mumbles or something, no wait, that's not it...Anyways, if anyone knows how to get to the magical wizard shops, my parents should. My grandmother probably told them all about the wizarding world. We'll call them right away and have them take you shopping for your school supplies." And she got up to go call them.
My dad just sat there, staring at the paper. "A witch...and here, I thought that was supposed to be an insult...magic!" He stared at it for several more seconds before immediately dropping it and shoveling food into his mouth. I laughed.
"Nice one, Dad," I said, getting up and kissing him on his head.
"I'm hungry!" he said with his mouth full.
"Your table manners are impeccable," I joked as I left to go to my room and think this over.
The next day my grandmother took me shopping in Diagon Alley.
"I went to Hogwarts, you know," she told me, heading to a shop called Flourish and Blotts. "Great place, it is, but I had no magical powers at all! Good thing we kept the family vault, though, very good! Ah, here we go!" And she began taking books down from the shelves and looking back to the list every now and then. I just followed her around, then waited while she paid.
"Next, to Ollivanders, then Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, then that one place that sells parchment and quills, whatsitcalled, and maybe even an owl!"
I brightened at the mention of an owl, that sounds cool. Next, we headed to Ollivanders. He started talking about wands and cores and who-knows-what. He even remembered the wand my grandmother had. I didn't know she had a wand. Then he went to the shelves and pulled down a wand. "9 inches, mahogany, dragon heartstring. Pliable, flexible." No sooner had he placed it in my right hand than it began to turn warm. It felt comfortable in my hand. I waved it around, and bright lights shot from it all around the room.
My grandmother clapped and smiled. "Yes, interesting, we found your match on the first try. Well, the wand chooses the wizard, indeed," he said, and then said some other things about wands that of course had NOTHING to do with ANYTHING. My grandmother gave him seven gold coins and we left to go to Eeylops Owl Emporium. I got a bright red owl with shiny, jewel-like eyes and a bright personality. She was much louder than the others, but I liked that. No way I was gonna have a quiet owl, ugh.
Next, the robe shop place thing. I stood on the stool to get fitted, and noticed a girl on the stool next to me. She looked my age.
"Hey there, I'm Mykkaila. How about you?" I said politely.
"I'm Luna Lovegood, pleased to meet you," she replied. Her voice was light and airy, and she had a dreamy sort of look. She seemed very pleasant.
"Are you going to start Hogwarts this year too?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, I can't wait--oh, hold on," she said and began whacking at the air around her.
"Hold still!" Madam Malkin said impatiently.
I chuckled good-naturedly. "What is it?"
"Wrackspurts," she said. "They get in your head and make your mind go blank. They seem to avoid you, I'm sure you never get them."
I chuckled again. "Well, I'm very straightforward, my mind is an open book. I don't let it go blank a lot, there's always so much to think about," I answered. "I think I'm going to like you. Say, are your parents wizards?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Can you tell me about the school then?" I asked. "Oh, but first, what's a squib?"
We both laughed.
Afterwards, we met up with her father and they took me and my grandmother around, helping us with the rest of our shopping and even taking us to this cool ice cream place. Luna was really sweet, and seemed to believe in a lot of magical creatures, though I took everythinng she said with a grain of salt. I had a feeling we'd be good friends.
"The four houses are Slytherin, who usually are known for being not too nice, Ravenclaw, the clever and wise, Hufflepuff, the kind, and Gryffindor, where the brave a chivalrous dwell," Luna told me.
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor," I said immediately.
"You don't get to choose, the Sorting Hat does," she said.
I laughed. "Well, if I get in any of the others, I'll rebel. What house do you think you'll get in?"
"Any is good, but I think Ravenclaw," she admitted with a smile.
"Ah, you're a wise one, are you now?" I teased playfully. "Clever girl, this one! I don't think I am though. I'm more brave than smart, really."
"Smart and wise are completely different. Smartness comes from books and teachers, but wisdom is something no one can teach you. It comes from within," Luna said.
"You really are smart!" I told her, laughing again. She laughed with me.
This is great, I thought. School hasn't even started yet, and I've already got a friend.
Reyna's POV:
I woke up at the same time I always do and dressed, then went downstairs. My parents were already there, waiting for me.
"Good morning," I said to them.
"Good morning, darling," my mother said, then snapped her fingers. The house-elf appeared and began making breakfast. My father nodded to me over the top of his muggle newspaper.
"Why do you read that, dear?" my mom asked him. She's a witch, but my dad's a muggle, so he doesn't quite "get" the wizarding world. He likes to stay updated on muggle news too. His kind.
"It's informative. Why do you read the Daily Prophet?" he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.
My mom sighed. "I see your point. Oh, and Reyna, your Hogwarts letter came in the mail today. We can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, I have to send a piece to the editor today." My mom is a writer for the Daily Prophet. Not a big one like Rita Skeeter though. My mom doesn't dislike Skeeter, but they're not close friends. My mom has been with her a few times when Skeeter is interviewing, and she always lies and makes things look terrible. But my mom just laughs at it as it gets crazier and crazier, being optimistic as always. She doesn't even seem jealous at all.
I perk up at the mention of the Hogwarts letter. I've heard everything about that school from my mom and can't wait til I get to go. "That's great!" I say enthusiastically as the house-elf, Brikl, placed a plate of pancakes in front of each of us.
"Thank you, Brikl," my mom told him. She always tells us to be kind to the house elf, and he'll want to serve us.
"Thank you, Brikl," I said. My dad nodded at him over the paper, then went back to reading.
"I hope you're in Slytherin, like the rest of the family," my mom said. She's a pureblood, from an all wizarding family.
"Everyone says Slytherins are evil," I mumbled, taking a bite out of my chocolate chip pancakes.
My mom sighed. "Well dear, some have turned out to have a favoritism towards Dark magic, but that's not why our family has been in Slytherin all these years. No one from our family has ever turned evil!" she said with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Then why are all of us in Slytherin?" I asked.
"Because we're level-headed, focused, a bit stubborn, and always stick to what we belive in. And sometimes, occasionally, we have a slight tendency to possibly look down a little on people who believe otherwise," she added sheepishly, smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back.
"I'm not hungry," I announced, standing up.
My mom frowned. "Why? I didn't mean to upset you."
I shook my head. "No, just excited. I have to go tell Chey!" Chey is my owl. She's brown and has deep brown eyes. She doesn't trust anyone she doesn't know, but she's really outgoing when she does. She always makes me laugh.
I ran up to my room and jumped on my bed, then squealed into my pillow. I was ridiculously happy. Finally, I was going to learn to use magic!
I hopped over to Chey's cage and let her out. She flew over to my bed and watched me, her wide eyes sparkling.
"I'm going to Hogwarts, Chey!" I told her. Her eyes widened. She pretended to stagger across the bed, leaned forward dangerously, then fell straight backwards. I laughed and scooped her up. She nipped my chin affectionately, then flew out the window, hooting happily. I chuckled. She knew that me going to Hogwarts meant she was going too. I made a mental note to buy treats for her when we went to Diagon Alley.
First, we stopped at Ollivanders. Oak and phoenix feather, eleven inches, strong and firm. Madam Malkin's was next, then Flourish and Blotts, then we got parchment and quills. I told my parents I was going to get owl treats for Chey and agreed to meet them at the ice cream place.
I didn't see them at first when I got back from Eeylops, so I sat down at an empty table. At the table next to me, two girls and two adults were eating ice cream and talking. I smiled.
One of the girls, the one with dirty blonde hair, turned and saw me.
"Hey there!" she greeted happily. She had a chocolate mustache, and I smirked. I nodded to her to show her I acknowledged her greeting. The others with her turned to see who she was talking to.
"Hi!" the blonde one said. She had a light, airy voice. She reminded me of one of those fairies in all those muggle stories my dad reads to me. Nothing like real fairies, but amusing in context. I smiled a real smile at them.
"Hello," I said politely.
"Lost your family?" the bllonde one asked.
I fought the urge to smirk again. It wasn't polite to smirk. "No, they're on their way here. I was supposed to meet them. My name is Reyna Albone. Who are you?"
The first one straightened up and beamed. Proud, outgoing, talkative. She might be in Slytherin, maybe. It'd be nice to know someone, someone I'd actually met, not just heard about. "I'm Mykkaila," she said proudly. "That woman right there is my grandmother." She pointed to an elderly woman sitting across from her. "And this is my friend Luna, and her dad, Mr. Lovegood."
I raised my eyebrows. "As in the Lovegoods?" My mom, being a pureblood, knows every pureblood family, and she's told me about them. She says the Lovegoods are a bit crazy, but she's never met them in person so she tells us not to judge them.
"You've heard of us?" Luna asked me. I nodded. "I know every pureblood family," I said proudly.
"What are purebloods?" Mykkaila blurted out. I laughed.
"What are purebloods? Let me guess, you're a mudb--I mean, muggle born," I corrected myself. Mom says never to call someone a mudblood to their face, always behind their back.
"I dunno, depends on what a muggle is," she said frankly. This girl didn't seem to care what anyone thought of her. Definitely Slytherin or Gryffindor.
"A muggle is a non-magic person," Luna explained to her.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Like a squib?" she asked. I couldn't help but laugh.
"A squib is born to a magical family, a muggle isn't," I told her, trying to keep my voice patient. She seemed to notice my tone, but said nothing.
"My parents are muggles, but my great grandmother was a witch. My grandmother here is a squib, she went to Hogwarts!" Her eyes shone when she talked about the school.
"What house were you in?" I asked the grandmother.
"Gryffindor," she said.
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor, I just know it!" Mykkaila announced proudly. Cheers came from some of the nearby tables. She and Luna and the two adults laughed cheerfully. I steamed.
"Well, if I got in Gryffindor, I'd leave," I said a little venemously. "My whole family's been in Slytherin, and that's where they expect me to be."
Mykkaila's grandmother looked appalled. "In my time, everyone thought Slytherins were evil! Everyone except the Slytherins themselves, of course."
My lip curled. "My family is not, nor has it ever been, evil! We just believe strongly in our beliefs, and sometimes have a slight tendency to be a tad bit mean about it..." I said, my voice getting steadily quieter. I looked up at them, and they were all trying not to laugh. I smiled, and we all laughed. "Alright, so Slytherins can be a little mean. I hope I'm not mean."
"You don't seem mean," Luna's dad said. "Just a little stubborn, but so is Mykkaila, and she's a Gryffindor if I ever saw one!"
We all laughed again. This was great, I might start out school with friends, even if the were in different houses.
"Want to join us?" Mykkaila asked.
Before I could say yes, I heard a familiar shriek. My mom and dad rushed over to me, furious. "Reyna Albone, how dare you talk to-- to them, without our permission!" she said angrily. In my ear, she whispered so only I could hear, "That girl right there is obviously a mudblood, and the Lovegoods, while kind, are blood traitors for being friends with them! They'll never get into Slytherin!" Louder, she declared, "I forbid you to talk to these people from now on! Come, we've got to get back home before Chey finds out where we hide our cooked meat!" And she grabbed my arm and pulled me away before I could protest.
"Dear, I know this is new to you, but after you get into Slytherin, you can't be seen with pople that aren't in your house. All of my friends already think I'm a blood traitor for marrying Bill--no offense Bill, you know I love you-- and they'll think our family is worse if you talk to them! Our family has enough shame as it is without you--" she cut herself off, shaking her head, and pulled me along until we got to the community fireplace. My mom got a bit of Floo powder and threw it into the fire, then cracked a smile. "When we get home, I'll have to show you my article. It's about Harry Potter."
I raised my eyebrows. My parents and I don't particularly like Harry Potter, but we don't dislike him. His dad and my mom never really talked at all, but she does say he was arrogant and a blood traitor. Hmph.
Suddenly, a terrible thought hit me. Is my mom a blood traitor?
It doesn't matter, I thought. Think about Hogwarts.
I can't wait for the term to start!
~~~~
Two things: Firstly, I know that people don't usually spell their names like Mykkaila, they spell it Mikayla, or something similar. But I like it that way. :D And secondly, if anyone knows how to do italics, can you comment and tell me? It will be quite useful! :D Gracias!
I woke up to the smell of bacon. Mmmm, bacon. I rubbed my eyes, yawned, then curled up with my pillow. Five more minutes...
"Mykkaila, get your butt down here!" My mom yelled playfully. Smiling, I turned over and onto the floor.
"Aaaah!" I said, making a muffled thudding noise. That sure woke me up! "Thank God for carpets!" I mumbled as I dressed.
Downstairs, I grabbed a plate and piled on the bacon and eggs. "This looks great, Mom," I told her between mouthfuls.
"Thanks hon!" she said, taking a big bite of bacon.
"Dig in!" my dad declared, stuffing food into his mouth. We all laughed.
Suddenly, an owl flew in through our window, carrying a letter in his mouth.
"What in the world...?" my dad yelled as the owl landed on our table and dropped the letter right in my eggs.
"Classy," I said. "Eggs a la envelope." I picked up the letter and opened it. The owl hooted, then took the rest of my bacon and left.
"Gee, thanks!" I called sarcastically after it. I unfolded the letter:
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 Miss Whilspar,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I stared at the paper for a long time. Then I blinked, and remembered where I was. "Read this," I said, flinging the paper at my parents. I looked back in the envelope and took out another piece of paper.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~
Uniform
First-Year students will recquire:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for dday wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
I read through the course books, all of them about magic, the equipment needed ("Who in their right mind would carry around a cauldron?"), and the other rules ("People have owls as pets?").
"Am I a witch?" I asked my parents.
"I think so," my mom said. "My grandmother, your great-grandmother, used to tell me stories about witches and wizards and a place called Hogwarts. She said my mother was a squib, and my father, your father, and me were Mumbles or something, no wait, that's not it...Anyways, if anyone knows how to get to the magical wizard shops, my parents should. My grandmother probably told them all about the wizarding world. We'll call them right away and have them take you shopping for your school supplies." And she got up to go call them.
My dad just sat there, staring at the paper. "A witch...and here, I thought that was supposed to be an insult...magic!" He stared at it for several more seconds before immediately dropping it and shoveling food into his mouth. I laughed.
"Nice one, Dad," I said, getting up and kissing him on his head.
"I'm hungry!" he said with his mouth full.
"Your table manners are impeccable," I joked as I left to go to my room and think this over.
The next day my grandmother took me shopping in Diagon Alley.
"I went to Hogwarts, you know," she told me, heading to a shop called Flourish and Blotts. "Great place, it is, but I had no magical powers at all! Good thing we kept the family vault, though, very good! Ah, here we go!" And she began taking books down from the shelves and looking back to the list every now and then. I just followed her around, then waited while she paid.
"Next, to Ollivanders, then Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, then that one place that sells parchment and quills, whatsitcalled, and maybe even an owl!"
I brightened at the mention of an owl, that sounds cool. Next, we headed to Ollivanders. He started talking about wands and cores and who-knows-what. He even remembered the wand my grandmother had. I didn't know she had a wand. Then he went to the shelves and pulled down a wand. "9 inches, mahogany, dragon heartstring. Pliable, flexible." No sooner had he placed it in my right hand than it began to turn warm. It felt comfortable in my hand. I waved it around, and bright lights shot from it all around the room.
My grandmother clapped and smiled. "Yes, interesting, we found your match on the first try. Well, the wand chooses the wizard, indeed," he said, and then said some other things about wands that of course had NOTHING to do with ANYTHING. My grandmother gave him seven gold coins and we left to go to Eeylops Owl Emporium. I got a bright red owl with shiny, jewel-like eyes and a bright personality. She was much louder than the others, but I liked that. No way I was gonna have a quiet owl, ugh.
Next, the robe shop place thing. I stood on the stool to get fitted, and noticed a girl on the stool next to me. She looked my age.
"Hey there, I'm Mykkaila. How about you?" I said politely.
"I'm Luna Lovegood, pleased to meet you," she replied. Her voice was light and airy, and she had a dreamy sort of look. She seemed very pleasant.
"Are you going to start Hogwarts this year too?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, I can't wait--oh, hold on," she said and began whacking at the air around her.
"Hold still!" Madam Malkin said impatiently.
I chuckled good-naturedly. "What is it?"
"Wrackspurts," she said. "They get in your head and make your mind go blank. They seem to avoid you, I'm sure you never get them."
I chuckled again. "Well, I'm very straightforward, my mind is an open book. I don't let it go blank a lot, there's always so much to think about," I answered. "I think I'm going to like you. Say, are your parents wizards?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Can you tell me about the school then?" I asked. "Oh, but first, what's a squib?"
We both laughed.
Afterwards, we met up with her father and they took me and my grandmother around, helping us with the rest of our shopping and even taking us to this cool ice cream place. Luna was really sweet, and seemed to believe in a lot of magical creatures, though I took everythinng she said with a grain of salt. I had a feeling we'd be good friends.
"The four houses are Slytherin, who usually are known for being not too nice, Ravenclaw, the clever and wise, Hufflepuff, the kind, and Gryffindor, where the brave a chivalrous dwell," Luna told me.
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor," I said immediately.
"You don't get to choose, the Sorting Hat does," she said.
I laughed. "Well, if I get in any of the others, I'll rebel. What house do you think you'll get in?"
"Any is good, but I think Ravenclaw," she admitted with a smile.
"Ah, you're a wise one, are you now?" I teased playfully. "Clever girl, this one! I don't think I am though. I'm more brave than smart, really."
"Smart and wise are completely different. Smartness comes from books and teachers, but wisdom is something no one can teach you. It comes from within," Luna said.
"You really are smart!" I told her, laughing again. She laughed with me.
This is great, I thought. School hasn't even started yet, and I've already got a friend.
Reyna's POV:
I woke up at the same time I always do and dressed, then went downstairs. My parents were already there, waiting for me.
"Good morning," I said to them.
"Good morning, darling," my mother said, then snapped her fingers. The house-elf appeared and began making breakfast. My father nodded to me over the top of his muggle newspaper.
"Why do you read that, dear?" my mom asked him. She's a witch, but my dad's a muggle, so he doesn't quite "get" the wizarding world. He likes to stay updated on muggle news too. His kind.
"It's informative. Why do you read the Daily Prophet?" he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.
My mom sighed. "I see your point. Oh, and Reyna, your Hogwarts letter came in the mail today. We can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, I have to send a piece to the editor today." My mom is a writer for the Daily Prophet. Not a big one like Rita Skeeter though. My mom doesn't dislike Skeeter, but they're not close friends. My mom has been with her a few times when Skeeter is interviewing, and she always lies and makes things look terrible. But my mom just laughs at it as it gets crazier and crazier, being optimistic as always. She doesn't even seem jealous at all.
I perk up at the mention of the Hogwarts letter. I've heard everything about that school from my mom and can't wait til I get to go. "That's great!" I say enthusiastically as the house-elf, Brikl, placed a plate of pancakes in front of each of us.
"Thank you, Brikl," my mom told him. She always tells us to be kind to the house elf, and he'll want to serve us.
"Thank you, Brikl," I said. My dad nodded at him over the paper, then went back to reading.
"I hope you're in Slytherin, like the rest of the family," my mom said. She's a pureblood, from an all wizarding family.
"Everyone says Slytherins are evil," I mumbled, taking a bite out of my chocolate chip pancakes.
My mom sighed. "Well dear, some have turned out to have a favoritism towards Dark magic, but that's not why our family has been in Slytherin all these years. No one from our family has ever turned evil!" she said with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Then why are all of us in Slytherin?" I asked.
"Because we're level-headed, focused, a bit stubborn, and always stick to what we belive in. And sometimes, occasionally, we have a slight tendency to possibly look down a little on people who believe otherwise," she added sheepishly, smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back.
"I'm not hungry," I announced, standing up.
My mom frowned. "Why? I didn't mean to upset you."
I shook my head. "No, just excited. I have to go tell Chey!" Chey is my owl. She's brown and has deep brown eyes. She doesn't trust anyone she doesn't know, but she's really outgoing when she does. She always makes me laugh.
I ran up to my room and jumped on my bed, then squealed into my pillow. I was ridiculously happy. Finally, I was going to learn to use magic!
I hopped over to Chey's cage and let her out. She flew over to my bed and watched me, her wide eyes sparkling.
"I'm going to Hogwarts, Chey!" I told her. Her eyes widened. She pretended to stagger across the bed, leaned forward dangerously, then fell straight backwards. I laughed and scooped her up. She nipped my chin affectionately, then flew out the window, hooting happily. I chuckled. She knew that me going to Hogwarts meant she was going too. I made a mental note to buy treats for her when we went to Diagon Alley.
First, we stopped at Ollivanders. Oak and phoenix feather, eleven inches, strong and firm. Madam Malkin's was next, then Flourish and Blotts, then we got parchment and quills. I told my parents I was going to get owl treats for Chey and agreed to meet them at the ice cream place.
I didn't see them at first when I got back from Eeylops, so I sat down at an empty table. At the table next to me, two girls and two adults were eating ice cream and talking. I smiled.
One of the girls, the one with dirty blonde hair, turned and saw me.
"Hey there!" she greeted happily. She had a chocolate mustache, and I smirked. I nodded to her to show her I acknowledged her greeting. The others with her turned to see who she was talking to.
"Hi!" the blonde one said. She had a light, airy voice. She reminded me of one of those fairies in all those muggle stories my dad reads to me. Nothing like real fairies, but amusing in context. I smiled a real smile at them.
"Hello," I said politely.
"Lost your family?" the bllonde one asked.
I fought the urge to smirk again. It wasn't polite to smirk. "No, they're on their way here. I was supposed to meet them. My name is Reyna Albone. Who are you?"
The first one straightened up and beamed. Proud, outgoing, talkative. She might be in Slytherin, maybe. It'd be nice to know someone, someone I'd actually met, not just heard about. "I'm Mykkaila," she said proudly. "That woman right there is my grandmother." She pointed to an elderly woman sitting across from her. "And this is my friend Luna, and her dad, Mr. Lovegood."
I raised my eyebrows. "As in the Lovegoods?" My mom, being a pureblood, knows every pureblood family, and she's told me about them. She says the Lovegoods are a bit crazy, but she's never met them in person so she tells us not to judge them.
"You've heard of us?" Luna asked me. I nodded. "I know every pureblood family," I said proudly.
"What are purebloods?" Mykkaila blurted out. I laughed.
"What are purebloods? Let me guess, you're a mudb--I mean, muggle born," I corrected myself. Mom says never to call someone a mudblood to their face, always behind their back.
"I dunno, depends on what a muggle is," she said frankly. This girl didn't seem to care what anyone thought of her. Definitely Slytherin or Gryffindor.
"A muggle is a non-magic person," Luna explained to her.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Like a squib?" she asked. I couldn't help but laugh.
"A squib is born to a magical family, a muggle isn't," I told her, trying to keep my voice patient. She seemed to notice my tone, but said nothing.
"My parents are muggles, but my great grandmother was a witch. My grandmother here is a squib, she went to Hogwarts!" Her eyes shone when she talked about the school.
"What house were you in?" I asked the grandmother.
"Gryffindor," she said.
"I'm going to be in Gryffindor, I just know it!" Mykkaila announced proudly. Cheers came from some of the nearby tables. She and Luna and the two adults laughed cheerfully. I steamed.
"Well, if I got in Gryffindor, I'd leave," I said a little venemously. "My whole family's been in Slytherin, and that's where they expect me to be."
Mykkaila's grandmother looked appalled. "In my time, everyone thought Slytherins were evil! Everyone except the Slytherins themselves, of course."
My lip curled. "My family is not, nor has it ever been, evil! We just believe strongly in our beliefs, and sometimes have a slight tendency to be a tad bit mean about it..." I said, my voice getting steadily quieter. I looked up at them, and they were all trying not to laugh. I smiled, and we all laughed. "Alright, so Slytherins can be a little mean. I hope I'm not mean."
"You don't seem mean," Luna's dad said. "Just a little stubborn, but so is Mykkaila, and she's a Gryffindor if I ever saw one!"
We all laughed again. This was great, I might start out school with friends, even if the were in different houses.
"Want to join us?" Mykkaila asked.
Before I could say yes, I heard a familiar shriek. My mom and dad rushed over to me, furious. "Reyna Albone, how dare you talk to-- to them, without our permission!" she said angrily. In my ear, she whispered so only I could hear, "That girl right there is obviously a mudblood, and the Lovegoods, while kind, are blood traitors for being friends with them! They'll never get into Slytherin!" Louder, she declared, "I forbid you to talk to these people from now on! Come, we've got to get back home before Chey finds out where we hide our cooked meat!" And she grabbed my arm and pulled me away before I could protest.
"Dear, I know this is new to you, but after you get into Slytherin, you can't be seen with pople that aren't in your house. All of my friends already think I'm a blood traitor for marrying Bill--no offense Bill, you know I love you-- and they'll think our family is worse if you talk to them! Our family has enough shame as it is without you--" she cut herself off, shaking her head, and pulled me along until we got to the community fireplace. My mom got a bit of Floo powder and threw it into the fire, then cracked a smile. "When we get home, I'll have to show you my article. It's about Harry Potter."
I raised my eyebrows. My parents and I don't particularly like Harry Potter, but we don't dislike him. His dad and my mom never really talked at all, but she does say he was arrogant and a blood traitor. Hmph.
Suddenly, a terrible thought hit me. Is my mom a blood traitor?
It doesn't matter, I thought. Think about Hogwarts.
I can't wait for the term to start!
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Two things: Firstly, I know that people don't usually spell their names like Mykkaila, they spell it Mikayla, or something similar. But I like it that way. :D And secondly, if anyone knows how to do italics, can you comment and tell me? It will be quite useful! :D Gracias!
16 Comments
First Comment
I love the story, next plz
2nd comment
omg that was probably the best story (beginning anyways) i've ever read on quibblo! you really should continue it!! i love it!! :)
3rd comment
this is NEAT!!
4th comment
wow thats good keep on going i'll be waiting
*thanks yall, srry if the Slytherin one is short, the story is from Harry's point of view, so...yeah. it'll get longer in year two, trust me. hehehe."
That was great I liked it! :p
it was great i like it. im sorry i didn't get to reading it before i was busy but its very good keep up the good work.
to do italics just put slashes on either side of the word like so
\like this?\
or this?
yep you got it the 2nd time.
they didnt get caught did they?
kk, if you are reading this, then you will probably want o check out the SECOND story, Your Mixed-Up Life at Hogwarts, Year 2! And yes, it is also written by me. Well, no duh, I mean...Yep, definitely not in Ravenclaw...