Ashton McLean

This story is dedicated to KaraStypayhoralikson for inspiring me to write more
I wake up bright and early, ready to go to Diagon Alley. Within fifteen minutes, my toes touch the soft, dewy green grass of Hogwarts. Finding a rock to sit on, I start writing. Who am I? I'm Ashton McLean.
I'm a typical fourteen-year-old girl, yet not so typical. I'm a witch. Yes, magic, but no rainbows and glitter. The sun started to rise, and I saw the only other person who would be up this early, Violet Wells.
"The train is this way. You know that, right?" she asked.
I sighed, saying, "I know. I just wanted somewhere peaceful to write." She inched over trying to read what I was writing. Every step she took, I closed my book a little more. Finally, I just shut my book, and smiled at her. She frowned.
"What were you writing?" She asked.
"Nothing," I reply to her.
"I will, find out," she challenged as she walked away.
"Good luck!" I call out to her. I open my book again and finish the sentence I was on. I was writing a story about my favorite band. By favorite, I mean one of many favorites. The band I was writing about is called All Time Low.
If you go to Hogwarts, You've seen me write in my book many times. I'm surprised they even let me go on the field trip; with the number of times I've gotten detention from writing. Everyone says the older I get, the more bands are on the book.
By this time, I've written for so long that they're already getting on the train. I cross the castle grounds, slipping on dewy grass. I get to the train and get on it before I tie, my blue tie-dye converse.
I sit in my reserved compartment with my two closest friends. Harper and I are closer. She has blonde hair and is very laid back. Kazen and I aren't as close but still pretty close. She has wild, brown curly hair and a butt, that I tell her, is bigger than my future.
Kazen and I are writing, while Harper tells me about all of the guys that like her. She doesn't like all of them, and at that point I tuned her out. I stop writing for a few minutes, and put away my book.
I have a special place I hide my book, in the ceiling of our compartment. I always put it there because someone always goes looking for it but never suspects it there. I've hidden a lot of things up there. I've hidden candy, money, even an iPad.
Five minutes later, we're at Diagon Alley. Kazen gives me a piggyback ride all the way to the bank. We're all supposed to have money already with us when we go on field trips. Typically, I don't.
First, we hit up the ice cream shop. I got vanilla. Then, we get new feathers and ink. After we check out, we go towards the train.
I spot Hagrid and Professor McGonagall near the entrance of the train, looking around warily. They look at each other walk away in opposite directions. I try to ignore the thought in my head, and walk on to the train.
I walk across the three long sections of the train towards my compartment. I notice that the curtain is knocked over slightly, and step in. The compartment is a mess. Someone has been looking for something. I reach up for my book, and it's not there. I panic, run out of the compartment, and bump into Chloe.
Chloe is Violet and Kazen's youngest sister. She has brown hair like Kazen's but a personality similar, but nicer than Violet's. We're in the same year, fourth, yet she is an inch taller than me. We're friends but not as close anymore.
"What are you doing?" I ask Chloe.
"Kazen wanted me to get her wand," Chloe replied.
"Oh," I said, "Go ahead." She went in and grabbed it, staring at me as is I were completely mental. I had a muscle spasm, which I had been having more frequently these days. When it was over, I walked out with her towards Kazen.
"Someone stole my book!" I said to Kazen, freaking out.
"Whoa, calm down. Just tell Professor McGonagall." Kazen said to me.
"Um, you see, I'll just search for it on my own," I replied, stuttering as I said it. The thought was still in the back of my head.
I walked all around Diagon Alley. I looked and looked in all of the shops. I even peered in some people's shopping bags. It was very stressful. After awhile, I took a break to calm down and relax.
Someone sits down next to me when they ask, "Are you okay?"
It's Ryder, his best friend Damian is here also. I reply, "Yeah," even though my brother knows me better than anyone else. He starts staring at me, and his facial expression tells me that he doesn't believe me.
"Fine," I grumble, "I lost my book,"
"I knew something was up," He tells me. He offers to help by making posters and putting them up.
Two hours later, the train is about to leave. I went back to my compartment and sulked for what felt like a millennia. Kazen offered me some of her parchment and ink, but I refused. I deeply urged to write in my book, not on plain loose-leaf paper.
That night, after dinner, I went straight to my bed. I would probably get in trouble for not doing my homework. The only word I have for that is typical. I don't always do my homework; they normally just make me practice holding my wand in detention. I cried myself to sleep, yes; I know I'm a wimp. I love that book.
I went through my day, as expected, getting detention. At lunch Kazan and my brother sat with me. They tried to cheer me up. The key word there is tried.
"What would make you happy right now? Other than your book because I know you are going to say 'my book'" Kazen asks me.
"I don't know, maybe knowing where my book is," I answer.
"Mhmm, just get through the day and this evening we can hang out. I won't write at all if it helps," Kazen says. I nod, confirming our plans. We try to hang out often since we rarely see each other.
I go to my next class with Easton, my twin. The class is Care of Magical Creatues; Hagrid is the professor. Kazen and I have been his only favorite students since the generation of Harry Potter.
Today we're learning about Thestrals. Sadly, I can see them. I saw my best friend die many years ago. That is the only reason a person can see them, they have had to see another person die. We got to ride them a few times around the entire campus. That made me a little bit happy.
The next class was Potions. I hated that class because it is very sad. They put a tombstone in the corner of the dungeon room, to remember one of the past memorable professors. That past professor was Severus Snape.
My next class is Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. That is where I have detention also. I sit two rows away from the door, three seats back. Today we're learning about how to turn a plain pebble into a roach. It is disgusting but I'm used to it. I am a witch of course.
The bell rings and I'm stuck in detention. I'm not the only one staying in their seat. Violet Winds has detention. I smirk, wondering what she got detention for.
"What did you get detention for?" I ask her.
"I-" Violet started.
"No talking ladies!" Professor McGonagall cut her off. I rolled my eyes at the professor. Luckily, she didn't notice.
During the whole hour of detention, I had to finish all of my homework that was due today. Violet, of course, had all of hers done for the next three days. She had to join Ava, one of my roommates, in shining more pebbles. We did all of our lessons two days in a row.
I'm practically pulling my hair out as I work on all of my homework. I'm going crazy, especially since here isn't where I want to be. We have fifteen minutes left when I decide to take a break. I stretched and even started counting the pebbles.
I got to 2,010 when came in and told us detention was over. He claimed, "The bell is broken.
Five seconds after he said that, the bell rang. He blushed a shade of pink so bright, he could have been a watermelon. Ava left, but Professor McGonagall stopped Violet and me.
Violet sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm the one that took your book." She handed it to me. I grabbed it and stood there in shock.
"I accept your apology and thank you so much for giving it back to me." I said.
"You're welcome. Keep writing, you're work is really good," she replied. I just smiled at her, this time she smiled back.
I walked to my house, book in hand, feather in the other. I was very happy. It wasn't who I thought it was, but that doesn't matter.
Sometimes things work out for the better of us. Sometimes, they don't. For me it did and I am forever grateful. Now, all there is to do is write.
I wonder what Hagrid was doing in there after detention.