Chapter 1 : 3 Blood-Bound Witches
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Won’t that thing ever is quiet? Alice Kilf thought to herself as her alarm clock buzzed loudly in her ear. It was the first day that she had not been able to sleep in for the past two months, for it was the start of the school year.
“Alice, dear? Time to get up or you will miss the Hogwarts Express,” her mother’s voice wafted in through her door accompanied by the smell of bacon and eggs.
Alice grumbled to herself as she pulled herself out of out bed and stumbled to the shower. Alice was no ordinary teenage girl, she did not attend the local public school and she did not go to the expensive private London schools. She attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had all started with the simple arrival of an owl six years previous. The owl had arrived bearing a letter addressed to Alice. This was unusual seeing as Alice rarely received owls. The letter bought news stating that she had been accepted into the well known school of Witch craft and Wizardry, Hogwarts. Her mother had been overjoyed and the very next day they rushed to Diagon Alley to buy her school supplies.
Alice had been afraid that if she left her mother for boarding school she would get terribly lonely. It had been hard on her mother since the death of her father five years ago. Alice needn’t had worried for only two months after she left her grandmother moved in to keep her mother company.
“Alice!! Your eggs and bacon are getting cold,” her mothers voice broke the train of thought.
She quickly dried herself, put her Wizard robes on and bounced down the stairs.
“Morning Mother, morning Gran,” She gave her mother a swift kiss on the creek and sat opposite her Grandmother where a plate of bacon and eggs had been laid out for her.
Her mother was a loud woman whom all people loved just as she loved all people. She was witty, charming and beautiful, everything that Alice was not. Her Grandmother could pass as royalty if it weren’t for her silly nature. Alice would not be surprised to find her Gran being locked away in St Mungos as a result of some one mistaking her for a mentally challenged witch!
“In your Wizard Robes already?” asked Gran as she looked away from the Daily Prophet she was reading. “Back in my day we didn’t have to wear the robes until the train neared Hogwarts.”
“It’s a new rule they bought in last year,” replied Alice, “It’s not likely to last, everyone’s grumbling about it.”
“Is this Professor Dippet’s idea of leaving a mark on the school” her mother asked as she scrubbed egg remains off a pan.
“I don’t know, I don’t think so. If he had wanted to leave a mark he would have left something a bit more substantial then a silly school rule,” replied Alice as she drowned the last of her bacon with orange juice. “Oh well, I wonder what Professor Dumbledore will be like as a new headmaster.”
Alice’s Gran squealed with delight at Alice’s last comment, “Albus Dumbledore?! He will be brilliant! Oh he is a wonderful, wonderful man. I wish he were the headmaster when I was at school. Three years above me, yet a genius, absolute genius. We all knew he was destined for greatness.” Alice slipped from the room leaving her Gran to rant about Dumbledore.
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