"Oh my god Hermione! Could you keep that bloody cat under control?!" I shouted at my sister, who has once again let her cat, Crookshanks out of his crate and he was chasing after my owl Athena -who was so much smarter than that mad cat- just kept flying out of Crookshanks' grasp when he striked at her.
"Well, maybe if you wouldn't let your stupid owl out everytime she hoots just because she's bored, we wouldn't have this problem!" she shouted before picking up the cat and whispering to him, "It's alright Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little girl." "I heard that!" I yelled in her direction before coaxing Athena onto my arm and stroking her beautiful tawny brown feathers. I had a letter to send to my best friend Harry Potter asking when he was going to come to the Burrow. Hermione and I had come a few days ago.
I'm Baylie by the way. Baylie Granger. If you didn't already know by the way me and my sister fight like we hate each other so much... we're twins. Most of the time we get on pretty well but we do have our days when we do all but rip each other's heads off. Today was one of those days when we start out ok then we just start bitching at each other over the stupidest things.
While we are twins we look nothing alike, Hermione has chocolate brown eyes and bushy light brown hair while I have straight brown hair with red tips and sapphire blue eyes. We were born to Vincent and Mary Granger who are both Muggles, but somehow we have unexpectedly become incredibly intelligent young witches.
