"Pack your bags, now!" My dad yelled as he ran into the small apartment. He was covered in blood and his clothes were ripped up. His voice was course and it was obvious that he was worried. The man practically had guilt written all over his face.
My sister and I ran to our room. I was going to miss this place, even though there wasn't much to miss. Two old mattresses that had a blanket and a pillow and a mirror. But it wasn't the things that I was going to miss. It was the place. Knowing Dad, he'll probably move us to another country.
I began to stuff clothes into my backpack, trying to avoid the prescription bottles.
"Jane, you need those," My sister said. She kicked them towards me while continuing to shove items into her own bag.
"Why, they don't help." I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder.
"Just take them," she zipped her own bag and handed them back to me ,"For Dad."
"Fine." I stuffed the horrid orange bottles into my bag and left the room. On my way to the door, I grabbed my wand off the kitchen counter along with a bottled water.
Dad walked into the room after me as we waited for my sister. "Christy hurry the hell up!"
"Language," my father scolded.
Just then Christy walked into the room. "What school are we going to this time?"
"I was thinking Hogwarts."
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a/n the rest of the chapter are probably going to be in third person (just a heads up)And I'm sorry about this being so short.
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