Harry Potter's Love Story

Chapter 3

Still Alexandria's POV

Waves of sadness came over me as I sat on the curb, realizing that I will have to live with snobby people with accents...

I hate London!

However, London might be a better place...

Maybe magical stuff can happen?

I strolled back into the house casually, pretending I never ran out.

My mom & sis looked relieved.

I smirked.

Of course they should.

"So......" my sis said.

I smiled.

"I'm definitely going to LONDON!!!!" I said.

My mom & sis did their awkward creepy dance together screaming "WOOHOOOO"

I just stood there, then when I realized they were going to dance for a long time, I went to the kitchen and made myself some orange juice.

I gulped it down in 30 seconds.

My sis, Marianne, who is older than me by 3 minutes, came in.

She grinned.

Did I mention that we both love boybands in London?

"So when we get to London, I call dibs on the biggest room." Marianne said.

"Um no way sista, the parents get that remember???" I said.

"Oh yeah... Well then I call dibs on SECOND biggest room."

"Well we'll see when we get to the new house, dibs mean absolutely nothing."

"Yes dibs do!!"

I smirked. "Fine then I call dibs on our favorite band when we get to London."

"NO!!!!! Not my precious!!!!!!

Fine, you win."

"Mhm that's right, I always win!"

Marianne furiously walked out of the kitchen while I ran upstairs to my room to pack all my stuff.

It doesn't take long, usually because we always move at least a few times a year.

It's because of dad's stupid job.

Argh!

Why does my dad have to work in a place where his boss makes him move a bazillion times?!

I went downstairs again, and when I looked into the living room, I gasped.

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