Angrophobia

Y3 .・゜A Fresh Canvas

If I were to own the Harry Potter Franchise, I would ask for the movies to be the exact things as the books, but no. As you may guess, I do not own it.

Now that that's said and done with:

Welcome to the first chapter, lets begin the chaos, Luvs<3

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"Are you kidding me right now?"

A dark-haired teenager angrily whispers as she finished reading the letter a beautiful tawny owl sent her. The envelope was sealed by a red wax stamp, and placed on the nightstand.

Eyebrows knitted together, she ran a hand through the owls feathers that sent her the letter.

She reached over to a nearby cabinet near the window, inside was a large variety of owl treats, parchment, ick, and fresh quills.

Taking one bag of owl treats, she offered one to the adorable creature.

Hooting gleefully, it ate it in one snap of it beak, before spreading its wings, and pushing off the windowsill.

She jumped on her bed, the landing bouncing her up and down slightly, her re-reading the parchment in both hands.

It was barely an hour after composing herself from the daily lecture her parents gave her from getting expelled from Beauxbatons quote-on-quote, 'An honorable school that she should've felt honored to even set foot in', now she was just sent a letter asking her to enroll in yet another.

Her hand met her face, it was clear she was always exhausted, the dark bags underneath hinting that she needed a good-night's sleep.

I'll talk to them in the morning, she thought, it's 3am.

Yes, that was the hour the owl tapped on her window with its beak, hooting for entry.

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A finger was poking her face.

The hell?

Her eyes screwed up with annoyance as she figured who it was.

She swatted it away, slapping the person's hand.

"Ow! What the hell, Kai?"

A male voice echoed throughout her room

Doing a rather rude signal with one of her fingers, she rolled over, facing the wall.

"It's wonderful to know you're alive."

The covers were forcibly taken off her, the person grabbing her ankles, pulling her off the bed.

Whining in irritation, she sat up, pushing her now curly and poufy hair out of her line of sight.

Her eyes landed on the familiar sight of her older brother. A boy with short, wavy black hair and dark-green eyes identical to Kaiton's had his mouth formed into line.

"Oh, don't be like that," Xavier tossed a hand to shrug it off, "You're the one that started it."

"I only smacked your hand, you dragged my ass out of my bed, literally. You're legit the biggest annoying ass hell drama queen anyone can be related to," Kaiton said savagely.

"Ouch, you wound me," Xavier's hand clutched his white sweatshirt, indicating his heart, and turned his head away to add to the overdramatic act.

Rolling her eyes, Kaiton reluctantly forced herself up.

"Mum and Dad want you downstairs. They saw the letter," he nodded his head to the door, indicating where they were.

"How?" Kaiton's eyes were slightly widened, an eyebrow raised a centimeter or so.