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Josephine Potter lounges on the sofa in the Potter mansion, the date being September first, 1972. It marks the beginning of her first year at Hogwarts. Absently picking at her nails, she glances at the clock once again. It's 9:30 AM.
Merlin, she got up quite early. The rest of her family is still asleep, but she knows her mother will soon be awakening to prepare breakfast for them.
Josie found it difficult to sleep the entire night due to her nervousness, resulting in her early awakening. Unlike her brother James, who probably hasn't even packed yet, she has diligently packed a week ago. It isn't solely due to her excitement about going to Hogwarts; she simply prefers being prepared ahead of time. Though excitement does play a role as well.
She had already donned her robes, and her hair, a cascade of curly brown locks, flows freely down her shoulders. Today, she didn't feel compelled to fuss over a particular hairstyle.
Her attention shifts as she hears footsteps approaching from the stairs.
"Mum," she calls out to her mother descending the staircase.
"Sweetheart, why are you up so early?" her mother's gentle voice inquires.
Josephine shrugs. "I suppose it's nerves."
Euphemia Potter smiles warmly at her daughter, approaching to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"Would you like to help with breakfast?" Josie smiles and agrees to help. Although they have a house elf named Beeley, they prefer not to burden her with all the tasks and instead only assign her minor duties.
They make their way to the kitchen and begin preparing the morning meal. Josie cherishes these moments with her mother—their mornings hold a special charm in their simplicity.
After they set out all the food Josie suddenly asks, "Are all Potters sorted into Gryffindor?"
"Well, most of them are, yes," her mother responds, offering no further elaboration.
Josie feels a surge of fear. She isn't like James or most of her family. While she hopes to be placed in Gryffindor, deep down, she knows it's unlikely.
Her thoughts are interrupted as James stumbles down the stairs. He is entering his second year at Hogwarts and already has friends he can talk to on the train. Knowing him, he will probably leave her to sit alone in a compartment while he enjoys his time with his own friends.
"It's too early," James complains, collapsing into a chair. His glasses were the only thing that seems to be put on right. Thankfully Josie did not get his messed up eyesight so she didn't have glasses.
"It's 10:00, James," their mother replies, playfully ruffling his hair.
