And I was defiant about that. I would not go to Hogwarts, I would not take their dumb classes and I would not do anything related to that school.
Also, how bloody awkward is it going into a school in the fifth year? Everyone else has had five years to settle. And bloody hell, Hogwarts didn't get 'new kids' often.
"Poppet, you have too," My mother said, attemping to fold up my robes into my trunk so they wouldn't crease. I didn't care if they creased.
"I want to go back to Beauxbatons, Mummy!" I shrieked, "I don't want to go to Hogwarts! Ever!"
"Well tough," My mother gave up with my robes and shoved them angrily at the bottom of my trunk, "Your father got a new job here in London, therefore you go to a new school! Think about the endless possibilities Hogwarts has to offer! You know, Harry Potter went to Hogwarts."
Ah yes, The Boy Who Lived. I wondered how long it would take for her to bring up that old chestnut.
"And so did Voldemort," I noted, trying to get my wild, curly hair into a somewhat prestentable braid for school. I looked like Katniss Everdeen. I sniggered, Muggle books are so stupid.
"And he was vanquished on the very grounds that you will be walking on come tomorrow."
"Fuck you," I grumbled.
"What was that?" My mother snapped.
"Nothing," I said, quickly.
Suddenly, the cat that was purring on the floor next to me got up, walked forward and with a flash of blinding light, the cat became a human. Well. As humas as my brother Portus can be.
"She said 'Fuck you', actually," Portus grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
"Did not!" I protested, smacking Portus hard.
"I don't care what she said, why are you using magic?" My mother growled at my brother, "You're a Hogwarts student now, you can't use magic outside of school unless you're seventeen or over!"
"That's silly, what if you get attacked by a bear or something and have to... disarm it or something?" I piped up.
"Poppet, why would you need to disarm a bear? Bears don't carry wands!" Portus sneered.
"Some might..." I muttered, slightly embarrassed.
"While the wizarding world is amazing, I doubt there are bears with wands," This was a new voice. This was the voice of my older (and may I also add snobby?) sister, Ella.
How come Ella got the good name? I got Poppet and my bro got Portus. And Ella got Ella. A totally normal and muggle-acceptable name. Totally fine.
"What about bears with swords?" Portus enthused.
"When will you two just grow up? Although, when I was your age I suppose I was immature, but not quite that immature!" Ella sneered.
"Urmm, Ella. You're only two years older than me," Portus quipped.
"Two years makes a lot of difference... Clearly..." Ella sniffed and made her way out of my bedroom again (thank god...).
Hey... Why is everyone in my room anyway?
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I screamed at Portus, who looked slightly taken aback at the fact that I had just screamed in his face.
And I didn't care.
I'm a bitch.
Portus shuffled out of my bedroom, his metaphorical tail between his (not-so-metaphorical) legs. I smirked to myself.
"I think that's everything!" Mum said, brightly, shutting the trunk, "Do you have Jazz ready?"
Jazz was my beautiful, black cat. Her beautiful green eyes shone so brightly. If she wasn't a cat she'd be an angel.
Just kidding, she's old, raggedy and smells like dirty socks.
But ho-hum-pig's-bum, I guess.
"Yeah mum, she's all set," I smiled.
"Great, I'm off to work now. I'm doing a late shift so I'll probably sleep on the Knight Bus, so there's a good chance I won't see you tomorrow, so just promise me one thing?"
"What's that, mummy?" I asked, eyes wide.
"Promise me you won't get expelled."
I couldn't exactly promise that now, could I?
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