There was a cottage, on the outskirts of Tinworth, near the coast of Cornwall, standing proudly on a high cliff overlooking the sea. It was a small house, with walls embedded with shells and whitewashed. It was a lonely and beautiful place, and it was commonly known as the Shell Cottage. Though it was a beautiful and peaceful heaven, nobody in the region ever dared to come too close, for it was known to host one of the strangest families in miles.
In the small room under the eaves, Victoire Weasley, the eldest daughter of the Weasley family from Cornwall, had just lit the candle on her bedside table.
The young girl could not sleep. Tomorrow, she was going on her sixth year at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was going to see Ted again, and James, her young cousin, was coming too, for his first year. She hadn't been so excited since her own first year at Hogwarts.
She sat up cross-legged on her bed. She was only wearing panties, though she was not cold at all. She got up, and took a look at her room.
It was a circular-ish room, and frankly, most of the walls were only books. The closed wooden door in front of her bed, on which was placarded a Ravenclaw banner, was almost the only bit of wall not covered with shelves. For the rest, there was on her left a dark wooden desk bellow the closed window, covered with thin grey curtains. On the planked floor, was her trunk wide open, with all her clothes, uniforms, and school supplies. Next to her trunk, was an empty cage, and her broom ; it was a Nimbus 2011, and one of her most prized possession. Her whole room was messy, but in a welcoming way, filled with all kinds of fascinating objects .
On the shelves, hundreds of books were piled. Once in a while, there were some magical objects. She had all kinds of wooden and glass trinkets, and mechanical knickknacks she affected a lot. Sometimes, she created some herself. Finally, on the wall above her bed, was displayed a map of the Wizarding World.
On it, you could see the different magical schools of the world, which she had sworn herself to visit someday, and several multicolored pins on different parts of the world she was planning on visiting with her friend Ted. Around the map, many pictures were taped to the wall. But these pictures subjects, were moving, smiling, and waving at her.
They were magical.
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Victoire Weasley and the Four Statues
FanfictionGrowing up as the eldest child of the Weasley-Potter clan, undeniably the most notorious magical family of Great Britain, built the person Victoire Weasley is today. Not only is Victoire a witch, with an actual wand, an owl, a cauldron, and all kind...