Isabella Rythe ran down the stairs of her house, a yellowed out envelope clutched in her small hands. She was short for her age, in fact, she was short for the yesr below her as well.
The eleven year old girl opened the kitchen door where her mother was making pancakes, waving the envelope around above her head, she knew what this was, it was her hogwarts letter. She opened up the seal and read the letter. It was the same as what her older sister had gotten. Her older sister was one year older than her and was in Gryffindor house. Her parents had been a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, an odd match but it was perfect.
She threw the envelope in the bin in the corner of the crisp white room and stood up, "can we get my supplies today?" She asked. Isabella truly was excited for hogwarts, she was a Pureblood witch, her mum and dad being pureblooded, she was bound to get a lot idlf respect, her mothers maiden name was Crouch, one of the Sacred Twenty Eight.
Isabella stood up and walked over to the fireplace, a large picture of her family hung above it, that was when her dad was actually alive.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter IT'S FOUR IN HHE MORNING
