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The day was young, the whistling wind brushing against the dancing trees, the sun rising from the east. If one were to look upon the streets of Surrey, they would think it to be perfectly normal, with no trace of abnormality in sight. The suburban houses completely identical, gardens pruned to perfection, the bitumen road clean and void of trash. Silver cars parked outside the garage doors, ready for their owners' use.
No one in the neighbourhood would suspect that there was more to the street than meets the eye. None would expect a young witch to be lying asleep comfortably in her bedroom, awaiting her letter that would whisk her away to a place of wonder and magic. And they, the Evan's of course, would like to keep it that way. To keep the outside world locked away from the secrets that lay within their family.
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The sound of sizzling cut through the morning silence like a sharp knife, the aroma of bacon gracefully dancing around the room and it didn't take long before the smell reached the nose of a one Dudley Evans, thundering sounds of clattering footsteps leading their way into the kitchen, nose in air sniffing out the deliciously mouthwatering breakfast.
Petunia turned to her son, a loving smile plastered firmly upon her porcelain smooth face, pan of bacon and eggs clasped in her delicate left hand. "Duddie dear, would you go and wake up your cousin and tell her that breakfast is on the table?" She asked kindly, but as her son made his way out of the room with a small nod, Petunia called out once again, "Remember to be careful this time when waking her up, we don't want a repeat of last year."
Shivers ran down both their spines as the memory of the last time Dudley had gotten over excited and jumped on his cousin to wake her up. It had taken hours to unstick Dudley and most of her furniture from the ceiling.
Atlas was most certainly not a morning person.
It was Atlas' tenth birthday and Dudley wanted to surprise his sister, or well the cousin he saw as a sister, by jumping on her bed. Was this the smartest idea? Dudley knew it was not, but Atlas always managed to prank him, and now it was his time for revenge.
Petunia looked at him knowingly, not even attempting to warn off the boy, considering he wouldn't listen to her either way and just let her son bury his own grave. Atlas was very quick to temper, especially in the mornings, and Petunia knew that this was not going to end well.
Dudley, ever so carefully walked up the stairs, avoiding the squeaky ones that might alert Atlas to his presence and managed to sneak into her room with success, however things turned for the worse when he jumped on top of his sleeping cousin.
With an ear-piercing scream from Atlas, Dudley immediately found himself stuck to the ceiling, alongside all furniture except the bed his cousin was currently sitting up on. He could only scream out in fear as he hoped and prayed to any god that would listen, to make sure none of the heavy furniture hit him on their immediate ascent.
