Sage LeClair

Chap. 2

  I exited my parents room, stumbling over a loose floorboard on my way out. I  absolutely hate that Mother insists I wear these stupid dresses everyday. They are constantly making me trip over things. The one I'm wearing today is a lilac color, with a grey fabric overlaying the bottom half. The fabric is soft, but the dress still reaches the floor. By now I had taken off my petticoat and abandoned it on the floor of my bedroom. I would have to put it on when I left, just in case I ran into anyone in Diagon Alley. I hurried down the long hallway, with the slippery tiles. Stumbling, I finally reached my bed room and entered.

  The moment you walk in you are greeted by my large wooden bookshelf, overflowing with books of all genres. Some have worn covers, and you cant read the titles, they've either faded away, or are in a foreign language. Some are sleek and new, some paperback, but mostly hardback. For some odd reason, Persephone feels the need to organize them by colour, so my bookshelf is a rainbow, starting with red, and after you get past violet, you go on to colours that aren't in the rainbow, pinks, grays, blacks, browns, whites, bronze, gold, silver, and any other colour you can think of.

   Out of everything I cherish and care for in my life, my books are the most important. They are like family to me, taking me to another place, sweeping me away from the real world. If I didn't have books, I don't know what I would do. Mother refuses to let me have any books about magic,or anything electronic that is muggle made. I'm not allowed to use magic, even to just mess around. That's why I have books. They comfort me, and let me fantasize about what it would be like to have passionate, loving parents who let me have some more freedom, unlike my own. 

   After the bookshelf, there isn't much more to my room. Just like my parents room, a bed, and, as I requested, instead of a dresser, a closet. I feel like a closet is much easier, and since I only have one pair of clothes that can be folded, all my dresses need to be hung up.

   I flop down on my bed, and turn over onto my stomach, ruffling my dress. I push myself so that my head is dangling over the side of the bed. I reach under, grabbing a small navy blue box, and pull it out. I open it counting the money inside. 300 galleons. I had been saving up this money my entire life. I didn't think I would ever have this much. My face lit up, and I picked up the box and rolled over so I was fully on my bed. I swung my legs over and stood up, putting the small box deep down into my brown leather bag, right next to the velvety pouch of money from my parents.

   Just then I realized, I have never interacted with anyone not living on the property. I've never even left the manor. Father insisted that we had any doctor, dentist or anything else be a pureblood, who was to come to the manor, do their service and then leave. I have never had the same person do something twice, which is a shame, since I once became quite good friends with one of the woman who came to teach me about unique magic animals. Halfway through the lesson, she started to tell me stories of dark wizards she had fought. She was an auror from the ministry. Near the end of the lesson, Father heard her, and she was thrown out. I never saw her again She had pink hair, which I thought was really fascinating. My hair is drab. Long, thick, curly, and.... boring old brown.

   When I went to Diagon Alley today, I would be interacting with real people, kids just like me, though I do assume I'll be more mature. Persephone says I should be in my 4th year, considering how smart and mature I am. I tell her that shes ridiculous.

  Real life people. Some of them will be at Hogwarts , just like me. I wonder if I will make any friends. Wow... my first ever friend. I've never had one before. Except Persephone of course, but she's quite a bit older than me. I've never even met someone my age, except for one of the maid's daughters who had to come to the manor with her once. But she was two years younger than me, and she didn't say anything all day.

   Before I left my room, I ran to the closet and changed into the one outfit that I owned that wasn't a dress. It was a fancy flowing shirt. The sleeve went down to my elbow, and it was a mint green colour. The pants were made of soft black stretchy materiel. I slipped them on and then walked out of my closet and flipped off the lights. 

   As I left my bedroom, I thought about how people would think of me. Would they think I was weird? Well, there was no time right now to ponder that. I needed to leave to Diagon Alley. I walked down the stairs and out into the grand room, saying goodbye to the maids as I went.One handed me a bottle of water, and one handed me a small bag filled with macaroons. " Just in case you get hungry" she whispered in my ear. I recognized her as the head cook, and thanked her, tucking both the water and the macaroons into my bag. I saw Persephone, and shouted to her once more that I was leaving, even though I knew that Alison probably already told her.

I headed out the door, and entered a whole new world, not knowing in the least what to expect.

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A/N Hope you guys liked this chapter! Took me a while to write, and sorry its taking so long for her to leave! I just want to make this story pretty detailed. I'll try to update every day but sorry if I don't! <3 ~Maya