I woke up groggily and groaned. My hair, which was a reddish brown and almost always messy, was two times more messy than usual. I flattened my hair to where it usually was, and looked at the alarm clock. 7:00 A.M. it read.
"Ugh, it's the morning.." I grumbled to myself, wishing I could've stayed in bed longer.
But then I remembered.
"Wait, it's morning! YES!" I cheered, jumping out of bed and throwing on my new robes, grabbing my wand (Hawthorn wood, 11 3/4 in. Surprisingly swishy, thestral hair core) and put it in its small pocket, in the inside of my robes. I rushed out the door with my trunk. My Niffler on one shoulder, my owlet on the other, and my Bowtruckle in my hair. I didn't worry about people seeing me, this was a wizarding town.
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I arrived on the train and sat in the first empty compartment I saw. I loaded my trunk into where it should be, a decent sized bag of coins for sweets at my side. Bramble, the owlet, cooed quietly.
"Hush now, Bramble." I soothed the brown and gray owl quietly, smoothing her wing feathers down gently. Copper, the Niffler, fiddled with a Knut it had stolen from my bag.
"Copper, how did you get one of my-my bag's-nevermind. I'll keep an eye on you next time." I sighed. Copper squeaked with mischief in her voice.
Hawthorn, the Bowtruckle ruffled the top of my head like a nest of some sort, making it even messier.
"Hawthorn, don't do that please." I said, taking her off my head. She yelled at me in her faint squeak. "Don't you take that tone with me young lady."
Hawthorn made a sound like "hmph" and crossed her arms, turning away from me.
I opened the inside left of my cloak, taking out a small satin box. I opened it and took out two feather earrings from the silk pillow inside.
"Can't forget to put these on." I mumbled to myself, putting the earrings on my ears.
I also took a small bag of treats from my cloak, seeing they were Niffler treats, shook my head, and put them back in. I then pulled out another bag, this time of owl treats. "Here we are! Bramble, you're the only one who hasn't caused trouble yet."
I threw the treat into the air, but instead of flying, Bramble merely jumped, falling to the ground. She picked herself up and chirped happily, eating the treat. I laughed.
My laughter was cut short when the compartment door slid open, and a blonde girl with pigtails and a cloak like hers stood in the doorway.
~Newtie
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Scamander Stories: Year One
Short Story(So this account was originally for animal stories but here we are, in the Harry Potter fandom.) Sonette Scamander never had any friends. She didn't need to, considering she had her creatures. A Bowtruckle named Hawthorn, an owlet named Bramble, and...
