Chapter 1 (4th year)

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"Mum!" Heather shouts from the top of the stairs. "Mum! The taxi's here!" She drags her suitcase down the stairs and sets it down with the other bags. Heather quickly rushes to the kitchen, grabs the last apple on the table and places it between her teeth.

Her mum, Aaliyah, rushes down the stairs. "Sorry love, I just had a few last minute things to stuff into my suitcase. Did you say that the taxi's here?"

Heather nods frantically and picks up her suitcase again. "Let's go!" She says, her voice muffled by the apple in her mouth.

She hands her suitcase to the taxi driver and he puts it into the boot (or the trunk) of the car. Heather jumps into the back seat and Aaliyah gets into the passenger seat.

"Now," the taxi driver says, getting into the driver's seat. "Where to, ladies?"

Heather takes out her walkman, puts on her AC/DC cd inside. He places the earbuds in her ears and the sound of 'live wire' played in her ears.

She leans her head against the window as the song blasts in her ear.

She closes her eyes and falls asleep against the window as they drive off to the airport.

After an hour, she's shaken awake by her mum.

"Heather! Heather!" She calls. "Wake up darling, we're here."

Heather jolts awake and her earbuds fall out of her ears. She rubs her eyes tiredly, blinded by the sun shiny brightly in her eyes. "Oh," she mumbles, grabbing her walkman and climbing out of the car.

Heather walks around to the back of the car and opens the boot (or trunk) of the car. She pulls out her suitcase and sets it on the ground. Everything else had been shipped to England the week before, because her mum had decided that it was time that the two of them move back.

Heather doesn't fully understand why they have to move back. All her friends are here in France, she goes to school here, and most of all, her whole life is here.

Heather doesn't know much about England, just that her dad lives there and that her mum used to live there. She also knows that her mum and dad don't talk, because her dad has a new 'family.' She always hears mum laughing about it with her aunt Jane. Heather hates Jane. Her aunt always had something to say about her or her dad. She constantly made jokes that she and her dad were very alike, apparently, 'in more ways than one.' Whatever that means.

Heather has always been top of her class in Beuxbatons, but now, she has to go to Hogwarts. It sounds like a horrendous place, to be honest. It sounds like someone tried to give the school an original name, but, in the end, used some kind of random word generator from the muggle 'internet.' Muggles have always confused Heather, as she didn't see why they made things so complicated. Of course, she loves her walkman, but oh. My. God. Muggles seem to make everything so much harder than it needs to be!

This is what's running through Heather's head as she and her mum walk through the airport. She can hear her mum's muffled complaints about everything around. The food, the shops, the prices of things. Anything that she can spot, really. To be fair, she's always been like that. Sour and critical. Heather thinks that she picked it up from Aunt Jane, as she has the very same habit. "How am I going to sit next to her for nearly an hour and a half?" Heather thinks to herself.

As Heather hears their gate number called, she grabs her mum by the wrist and drags her to the gate, all the while, mumbling, "we can't be late, we can't be late."

As they reach the gate, Heather hands the man her passport nod her mum's. They walk through the gate, onto the plane. Heather walks down the aisle, looking for their seats, while her mum follows behind her. She stops at seat number F3 and F4 and put her carry on bag in the over head box. She settles herself down in her seat, plugging her earbuds back into her ears while her mum mumbles something about the chair being dirty. Again.

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