One Shots(Lesbian Story With Mostly Clexa)

Expect the Unexpected (Clexa)

A/N Hello! I understand it's been a while since I have written anything at all, and I know a lot of my followers are unaware what Clexa even is, and I know I said I would be gone for a few months, but I feel like that would just make everything worse. So I feel like maybe I should just write something so that I can just pour my emotions out. This is going to be a Harry Potter AU, and I'm starting it out at a very slow pace, I will be continuing it, and a lot of it will be written and published today (it's also in third person but we'll be following Clarke's journey at Hogwarts).

         Clarke's feet dragged through the empty hallway, scuffling on the carpet. She dropped her bag onto the hardwood floor and peeled off her sweat-drenched socks, mumbling and complaining of exhaustion as she struggled to pull off her shoes. She had to walk home from her best friend's house, which was nearly ten blocks away from her own home.

"Mum?" she called down the empty hallway, patiently waiting for a response.

"In here, sweetie!" Clarke's mom called from the kitchen. "Lunch should be finished in an hour or so, I didn't realize you would be home so soon," Clarke's mom said, poking her head out of the archway connecting the kitchen to the living room.

"Okay mum, I'll just watch the telly until your done!" Clarke said, grabbing the remote and taking a seat on her forrest green couch, wriggling around to make herself comfortable.

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           Clarke lived a normal life with normal parents, and she didn't mind that nothing exciting ever happened. She is, in fact, moderately satisfied with her mundane life. Not happy, but satisfied. She is ten years old with a doctor for a mom who specialized with trauma surgeries and a father that is an aerospace engineer who works for NASA. Clarke travels a lot because of her parent's jobs, and she doesn't mind. Clarke has been to, in total, six different schools. She never really stopped to make any friends, besides Wells of course. She has known Wells since her early preschool years, and he moved around just as much as she did, seeing as Wells' father was also an aerospace engineer for NASA. She and Wells are inseparable, always doing everything together. Wells taught her how to play chess, he always let her borrow pencils in school, and she never has to ask when visiting his home.

          Life in Devon was nice, there are many landscapes she can paint seeing as her small flat in Plymouth was right off the coast. Clarke's favorite thing to paint are the sunsets. The beautiful reds and oranges bouncing off the baby blues of the ocean. Clarke's eleventh birthday is soon, on July the twenty-ninth, and yesterday was July the twenty-eighth. She was born at exactly 3:07 so she had a few hours to wait since it was only 1:30. Her mom, Abby, and her dad, Jake, were getting prepared for her eleventh birthday, but why they were getting prepared for she couldn't figure out. She usually had a small birthday with Wells, but her mother and father had previously explained that this time it would only be her and her family. At the time she had complained, moaning about how she wanted only one person to come to her birthday, but she later found out that that wasn't the smartest idea, because she was sent to her room soon after.

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           Today is Clarke Griffin's birthday, and she is excited to finally be as old as her best friend, Wells. Clarke is seated at the table, waiting as her mom brings her lunch to the table. Clarke's mom carefully placed her soup and and bread on the table, not wanting it to spill. Clarke brought the spoon of soup to her mouth, blowing softly on the steaming liquid.

"Are you excited for your birthday?" Abby asked, giving her daughter a small smile. Clarke nodded vigorously in reply, nearly spilling her soup on the tablecloth. Abby chuckled at her daughter's enthusiasm, placing her hands in her lap and crossing her legs. Clarke took another sip of her soup when she heard footsteps. Clarke quickly bounded out her chair to greet the footsteps, and she hugged the person tightly, only reaching their waist.