Do YOU have an owl?

Chapter 1: the flight

A/n so yeah I'm a horrible author but if I don't write, i'll explode. Please excuse any spelling errors, I'm writing on an iPhone and I just got fake nails put on. Don't hate :3 I realize that this chapter is a bit straightforward, but I just wanted to finish it to get to the good part.

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Ch. 1

The flight

I ran around, packing my stuff for school. Today, I could NOT be late for my airplane. I wasn't going to my old school in New York, heck I wasn't even staying in the country! I was traveling to England with my dad, and then heading to a train station with some close family friend I had never met before. I would stay with her and her family until September first, when school starts. I wished I could just go with my mum, but she was away on some business trip, ignoring her daughter as usual, earning currency that I probably couldn't use in England!

So anyway, I was packing the rest of my items ( a pair of lucky green socks and my teddy bear I had had since I was seven ), when I overheard dad talking on the phone. "- she doesn't know yet." Pause. "Yes, but you know bailey, she wouldn't be able to handle knowing... I was going to let Ginny explain... Lavender, you know I'm not one like you" Even longer pause. "Okay, I'll let you talk to her." Luckily, i realized that my father was coming. I hadn't realized my ear was pressed up against the wall. I jumped away just as dad walked in. "Hey bail, it's your mom." He said, handing the phone to me. I sighed, and took it from him.

"Hi, mum. Having fun in... Wherever you are?" "Oh, tons." The familiar voice of her British mother answered back. I guess she kept her accent because she was never in the u.s.a. for more than a week or 2."Listen, bailey... This school will not be like any you're used to. You may have to buy a few strange supplies for school... Anyway, i'd just like you to know, even though you would normally be entering seventh grade, where you are going, all the 12- year- olds are entering their first year." I was about to complain about going back to first grade or something, but mum cut me off.

"What I mean by this," she explained,"is that you are going to be learning new things on a different level, and training in a different way, so this is your first year at hogwarts, not at school." "Okay," I said," hogwarts? Man, Brits are weird. Anyway, um, how are you?" I said, immediately regretting it. Mum started blabbing about work, and the temperature in wherever she was, and bla, bla, bla. I stared at my reflection in my mirror, barely listened to Lavender Brown- Evans drone on and on about her job.

As I stared at myself, it dawned on me just how much I look like mum. I had her coppery-reddish-dirty blonde hair (although mine was a bit more red and a bit darker than hers), her nose and lips, I was tall like her, and we even had the same teeth. But I had my dad's startling blue-tinted gray eyes. I was kinda glad that that was the only resemblance between us. It is VERY handy to be able to slip on a pair of sunglasses and deny that that dark- haired crazy man was my father. Much less embarrassing.

"- okay darling? I just want you to be safe. Oh, and make sure you aren't wearing your necklace when you meet my friend, Ginny. Call her aunt, use your manners." My mum snapped me back into reality. "Uh, okay, mum. But why can't I wear my necklace?" I said, hoping that this 'hogwarts' didn't have an anti- jewelry policy. Did mum mention anything about jewlery? "It, er... Well, it's my surprise for you. An early birthday predent, I'll be away that day. And sweetie..." "Yeah mum?" "Just remember, no matter where you're sorted, ... I'm proud of you." "Okay, mum." I remembered dad had told me there were different 'houses' at this school."love you."

I hung up the phone. "HEY DAD, can you take the phone?" I yelled down the stairs. I heard a muffled "what?" come back up. "Oh, never mind!"I yelled back. "I'll do it!" I clicked the phone back into its little holder thingy. I didn't have a word for it, so back in 2016 I started calling it bob. Hehe. Bob.