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A/N[+ first revamp!!*Kindling Romance Revamp sneak peek*

A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to say it's certainly been a minute since I've been on this platform... I just wanted to make the announcement that my comeback book is in full force! I will be publishing the chapters in chunks! This is certainly a book that is a lot more slow paced and developed. My time on Wattpad has certainly been extremely enjoyable! Thank you all for giving me a chance to let my creativity run wild. And for everyone behind the scenes who have also been my friends to support my ideas, and help create new ones! Although I'm not proud of some of the things I've written, I definitely think my writing has matured significantly, not only that, but I did start on this platform very young! It feels weird being on this platform for over 4+ years, hopefully this revamp book will bring a new era for my writing for you all to enjoy... With that said, I have been teasing for a while which book exactly it is that's getting the revamp... and well, the story of "Kindling Romance" is first on my radar, which doesn't mean the others aren't getting revamped! This one is just one I've had drive to write for, and it's certainly shown in how long my word count has grown! With that said... I'll also be posting this announcement on my wall, and attaching the first chapter for the book! Along with officially publishing it and a handful more chapters! Stay tuned...

Chapter 1: Promise

Deep in the forests of Southern England lay a cozy little Bungalow, On the porch of this unnatural structure in the midst of many trees, grass and forests rest a mailbox, with the words "Tonks Residence '' sprawled across it. And just a few meters away from the porch, a pathway with the same tire marks going back and forth between the start of the grassy driveway, to a clearing just beyond the trees, leading out onto a quiet paved road.

A pair of bright red headlights switching off, and a beige Morris Ital pulling away and into the clearing, leaving the quiet ambiance to resume its calm low volume. Birds began to chirp with the rising sun, and among those feather winged friends, a particular one... An owl gently flapped its wings slower and slower as they approached the house.

It was a peculiar sign for behavior, not many owls seemed to be so well trained as this one. Landing gently on the porch railing, it held a few letters in its beak. Passing by the mailbox, they curiously chirped, inching closer towards the window, peeking in with almost a look of concern!

Gently pecking its beak against the side kitchen window, hooting as it stands there on the sill waiting patiently. Inside of the window, there didn't seem to be a sign of life at all inside the cozy home's kitchen. Yet, a soft movement began to stir with the sound of the owl's tapping! But still, not a single person...

The lonely kitchen suddenly began to fill with noise. The faucet to the sink being turned on, a sponge and dirty plate levitating, soapy water being scrubbed onto it as the owl looked around the room curiously. The pantry was then open, several loaves of bread escaped their shelves. Floating carefully onto a clean wooden cutting board.

The stove dials turned as pans rolled out of the cupboard, a bottle of oil going around and letting out a thin yellow stream to just perfectly oil up the pans. A soft low rumble began to make the freshly washed plates tremble as the fridge opened, several pearly white eggs rolled forward and towards the hot stove. Just before they could come into contact with the lower end of the stove, and crack due to the pressure, they levitated up into thin air, cracking themselves and pouring into a neatly placed mixing bowl. A fork raised from the freshly clean dishes, launching itself into the mixing bowl and immediately beginning to stir up the liquid into a bright yellow!

The bowl lifted slightly, tipping its contents to pour into the hot oil, a second pan melting a square of butter as several squares from the loaf slinked themselves from the cutting board, to the pan! The owls' eyes locked on a small white figure. It was smaller than the covers itself, crawling on four paws, its head just barely peeking above the bottoms of the cupboards!