Daisy | The Marauders Era

Year One: Twelve

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    Daisy refused to think about the night of the full moon. Every time she began to remember, she shook it away. It was over, she knew the answer, and she had been right. She'd consider it a win.

    Now finally, after a whole year, she could look forward to turning twelve.

    Not only that, but Professor Duras had returned to the classroom the day after the morning of the full moon looking as bright as ever. Daisy vowed never to skip one of his classes again, not when he was conjuring blue and yellow clouds for the children to practice spells on.

    And she made sure to pay attention to every little detail.

    This morning she had woken up with a long rectangular shaped package sitting at the end of her bed on her trunk. Too big to be a book... unless it was multiple?

    "Happy birthday!" Heather sang from her desk where she styled her golden hair. Bao was in the bathroom, Daisy could hear the running of the sink.

    She arose and stretched her way to her package, and found a yellow card with Daisy written on the front (and a little packet of almonds for Sandy) and once teared open it was revealed to be a card from her mum and dad.

    'Dear Daisy,

Our little girl is twelve! Have the happiest of birthdays at Hogwarts! We hope you won't be disappointed with our gift, we're very sorry it isn't a lot of things, but we're pretty sure you'll like it!

Lots of love from, Mum and Dad
P.S, make sure to send a thank you to Mr and Mrs Potter.'

    Having read that, Daisy looked around the end of her floor for any other packages, but it was just this long one.

    "What did you get then?" Heather leaned backwards on her chair with curiosity in her knitted brows.

    Delicately playing the birthday card decorated with a big number twelve in the pollen of a large daisy, Daisy wrestled with the long box in attempt to pry it open.

    It was harder than she thought, pulling on the cardboard was chipping her nail polish. "This is impossible to open!" Slapping the box with her palm.

    "Here." Heather moved her wand in a slicing motion, like a chef cutting steak, and the box had split open with a simple "diffindo."

    A broom.

    "No way! They got me a broom! A real broom just for me!" She cheered, and from the bathroom Bao called out, "what's going on?" Muffled from her mouthful of toothpaste.

    "I got a broom!" Carefully, yet impatiently, Daisy lifted the quite heavy box onto her bed, and opened the case to take a glorious look.

    "That's a Cleansweep! They'd be alright for quidditch." Heather commented from over Daisy's shoulder. "Juniors too, that costs less. Good thing you're small." Pointing it out, it was a little smaller than the brooms the school owned, but this was a fine fit, perfect for her size.

    How could the Potters have known she loved quidditch?

    "Don't the elves tidy the dorms?" The bathroom door clicked open and Bao walked towards the bed that Heather and Daisy crowded round.

    "This is for flying." Daisy giggled, and Bao squeezed her eyes shut with a sigh,"oh."

    "Wait- first years aren't allowed to fly." Bao continued, and Daisy's mouth dried. She still hadn't told the secret of joining the quidditch team, or even the training, she had kept her interest hidden but now it was staring Heather and Bao right in the face.