Chapter 1 : Graceful Bellyflops
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A/N: This is my first fanfic, hope you like it!
If I were to say something along the lines of, oh, I don’t know, I’m a witch; you would surely admit me into an asylum, no? Well, don’t, ‘cause I’ll just bust my way out with my frickin’ cool witch-y powers. So, as I would hope you would understand, I am a witch.
So, now that I’ve got that on the table, there’s something else that may surprise you, there’s a wizarding school called Hogwarts (I just realized that Hogwarts backwards, was warthogs), and you learn fancy-schmancy spells there. Well, that’s just here in England. Sadly, I’ve never been. I’ve been homeschooled since I could be admitted into a junior high. My parents didn’t trust me going to a boarding school. I guess they thought I would get drunk and smoke pot. I don’t know.
Anyways, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Farren Rivers, 17-year-old witch, from beautiful England, maybe the only witch who’s never seen another magical being other than her family. It’s pathetic. Mum and Dad won’t even let me go to Diagon Alley. They probably think I’ll wander over to Knockturn Alley and go Avada Kedavra all over Britain’s arse. As again, I don’t know. They’re way too over-protective. There must be a support group for that.
I’m getting ahead of myself. What I’m telling you right now is a daydream and I’m probably staring off into space while Mum is snapping her fingers in front of my face. I quickly come to, and find it was actually Dad. Sigh. I’m never right.
“Farren!” my father cried, exasperatedly. I don’t know how many times he called my name, though I think it would be at least 8.7 times.
“Yes, Dad?” I say cheerfully. Dad looked at me, reprimanding-like. “You were daydreaming again, weren’t you, Farren?” I sigh, watching Jappy, our house-elf, dust the portraits. I’ve always been fascinated by house-elves. They look kind of like small, grey, big-eared pot-bellied pigs with a hand towel wrapped around their middle. I wonder what regular pot-bellied pigs would look like with a hand towel wrapped around their middle. Hmm.
“Julianne, I think Farren went into a state!” Dad shouted down the hallway. I jumped, coming to once again in such a short time, and accidently kicking Dad’s shin underneath the table. He let out a curse, which sparked me and made me hit my knee under the table. We both staggered, letting out of stream of tastefully executed (note sarcasm) curses and belly flopped gracefully (note sarcasm, once more) on to the couch. I would’ve laughed if my knee didn’t hurt so damn badly.
“Henry! What in hell are you doing?” Mum asked hurried in the sitting room in slippers, a robe, and curlers. I wonder why she’s wearing her good diamond earrings. Oh, yes, we’re going to my first party! I was almost excited. I couldn’t feel much emotion except for the pain in my knee. Which reminds me, “Episkey,” I muttered at my knee. I could already feel the slight crack healing. Now, away from my horrifying knee, back to Mum’s horrified look.
“Oh, ‘ello, Julianne.” My father muttered, pushing on his shin. Mum’s look softened, and she finally looked able to speak. “Henry, Farren, time to get ready for the party.” She said. I sighed, helping my father off the couch. This little distraction got me out of home school. Yay! But, sadly, as if my father could read my mind, her said, “Oh, and don’t think this will get you out of class. We start again at 9:30 tomorrow morning.” I sigh. Dad’s my D.A.D.A, Charms, Transfiguration, Muggle Studies, and Care of Magical Creatures teacher, while Mum is my Herbology, Astronomy, Divination, Arithmancy, and History of Magic teacher. I have my own unicorn (cue giggle). Her name is Sparkles.
I start up the start up the stairs, grumbling to myself. I abhor studies. Dad is more bearable than Mum, because D.A.D.A. and Charms are my favourite classes. I sigh, and trip over my feet. I am quite clumsy, aren’t I? I push my pale blonde hair out of my eyes and keep walking, like nothing happened.
I open the door to my bedroom and walk the ten feet to my closet door. I have too many clothes. I dig in and search for silk. Cotton, wool, denim, sil- ah! Silk! I pull it out and stare at the midnight blue, off the shoulder, maxi-dress. It’s really pretty. I wore it once, to my mother’s friends’ daughter, Sierra’s wedding. It was the only thing Mum and I agreed on. I shimmy into the dress, keeping my tank top and shorts on, thinking of changing later. It’s a little tight, but will do. I slip on some strappy silver sandals and a pearl necklace, do my hair in a bun, schmear on some lippy, eye shadow, and mascara, and am ready to go! All with 7.8 minutes to spare.
I walk downstairs and out the door to Sparkles, carrot in hand. I quickly feed it to her, petting her nose. I turn around and head to the front. Mum and Dad are already there, Mum straightening Dad’s tie. I link arms with them and ready myself for the gut-wrenching feeling of Apparition. I sigh, breathing in the cool 6:00 air of the new neighbourhood and head to the front door, much more eager than Mum and Dad. I take a deep breath, and knock.
A/N: Okay, this one isn't very eventful, sorry about that! I just wanted to introduce Farren and her awesomeness. I don't currently have a beta, so please inform me on any and all grammatical and/or spelling mistakes! Thanks!
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