Twin Troubles

Leaving Home

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!" That was my alarm going off. Most mornings I would roll over, yell at it to shut up, then when I would wake up a little more and realize it wasn't a person, hit the snooze button. But not this morning! Know why? BECAUSE THIS MORNING I'M GOING TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP THAT'S WHY! I hop out of bed and turn off my alarm. I dash into my bathroom and brush my teeth with my yellow sparkly battery-powered toothbrush. When I'm done with that, I open my curtains in my bedroom. Ahh, the sun's never looked so bright. I look at my bedroom floor. I'm so happy, I almost want to pick up all of the clothes that are covering it. Eh, maybe next time. I throw on a white blouse and some skinny jeans. I brush my hair out then pull it back into a somewhat messy ponytail. I look in my mirror. Yup, definitely pulled off the "effortlessly beautiful" look. I dash downstairs to breakfast. Eggs and waffles are already being made by my mum. "Where's dad?" I ask her. Even though I pretty much already know. It's Sunday morning, dad always reads the Daily Prophet on Sunday mornings on his recliner in the living room. And no, it isn't just any old muggle recliner. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, I was adopted by a witch and wizard couple, Mona and Bob Crest. And don't judge that my last name isn't the same as their's , they're the one who wanted me to keep the last name Granger. Funny how it worked out that they were magic folk, since my biological parents are muggles. Anyways, my dad's recliner can turn into a bed, a chair, and even a bench. It can also appear in any room of the house, all it takes is my father's say so.

"He's in the living room reading the prophet, dear," replies my mum. Told you. I skip into the living room and sit on my dad's lap.

"Daddy, guess what?"

"What?" He says with fake enthusiasm, even though he probably knows what I'm about to say. I lean in like I'm about to whisper a secret to him and say...

"I'M GOING TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP TODAY!" I shout right in his ear. I hop off of his lap and start skipping around the room. Now I know you might label me as immature seeing that I'm acting like this at the age of fourteen and all, but hey, hold the judgement, I am really excited about the world cup. I've never been to one of these things before.

"Mari, Bob, breakfast!" my mum yells.

"Coming!" I shout back. I skip into the kitchen and plop down at the table with a big bright smile. I scarf down my food and gulp down my pumpkin juice and let out a big belch when I'm finished. "Excuse me," I say in between giggles.

"Have you packed?" asks mum.

"Mum, I packed a week in advance. One outfit for every possible day I might be there and one extra outfit for every possible day we might be there. Plus, four pairs of pajamas, my toothbrush, shoes, even a straightening Iron and all of the other necessities will be at the campsite," I say to her.

"I can't believe you're going to be gone for two whole weeks! We don't even get to take you school supplies shopping this year! What am I going to do about my little angel?" says my dad.

"Now dad, you get to see me off at the train platform before I go off to school!" I say to him.

"Yes Bob, we will all miss her, even our dear cat, but she is growing up," says mum.

"No, I forbid you to grow up," says dad. We all laugh. I walk over to him and give him a hug.

"I'm taking Amelia as well, won't you miss her?" I ask him.

"Ah yes, our dear owl, how will we send letters?" he says. After he says this we hear the sound of one of our decorative vases being knocked over. I rush into the living room to see 5 of the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione coming through our fire place.

"Fred, George my BFFs! I nearly died without you all summer," I say as I hug them both. I know I know, you probably expected my to be best friends with the golden trio, but they're a little too serious for me. Don't get me wrong, I love Hermione to pieces, but she can be a bit of a know it all at times. And that's me being subtle. Anyways while my parents are saying hello and all that good stuff to the Weasleys, Fred, George, and I gather in a corner and start discussing new remedies and combinations for joke candies.

"Okay so what if we made a candy that could make people just randomly start puking slugs like Ron did in his second year," says Fred.

"That would be rad dude," I say.

"Slow down Granger, you're starting to sound American," says George. I gasp sarcastically.

"I would never!" I say. We all crack up so hard we receive various dirty looks from around the room. And yes, from Harry, Ron and Hermione as well who look engaged in deep serious conversation. Ugh, the horror of being serious.

"Well we had better get going!" announces Mr. Weasley.

"Alright, I'll go get my trunk and Amelia," I say. I dash upstairs and grab my trunk and the cage with Amelia in it as quickly as possible. When I come back downstairs the Weasleys have already started taking turns using the floo network to get back to the Burrow. After Harry, It's my turn. I hug my parents goodbye, both of them reluctant to let me out of their arms. Hermione offers to carry my trunk as she goes through since hers is already at the Burrow. I accept her offer, and hand her my trunk. I then step into the fireplace holding only the bird cage with Amelia in it. I grab some floo powder from the decorative bowl on the small table beside the fireplace. "The Burrow!" I say loud and clear as I throw the powder down into the fireplace. I feel as if I'm being spun around a thousand times, but seeing that I have traveled by floo powder various times before, I had grown quite used to the feeling. When the spinning finally stops, I step out of the fireplace into the amazing home known as the Burrow.