Elizabeth Banks and the Unexpected Letter (Harry Potter Next Gen Fanfic)

4 The Crash

Dancing Queen, young and free, only seventeen.
Dancing Queen, young and free, on the tambourine.
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life.
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the Dancing Queen.

I wake up, startled. Why is the song "Dancing Queen" by ABBA playing at - I glance at my alarm radio and see that it is 7 in the morning - when I didn't even turn the radio on.

And then it hits me. It's Monday, and Monday is a weekday, therefore I have school today.

I groan as I literally slide off my bed. I have never been a morning person and never will be. And besides, why would I even want to go to school today considering the drama that happened yesterday. I ponder over this whilst laying on the timber floor, wrapped snugly in my blankets. My eyelids slowly start to close again when...

BAM!

"What the hell?" I snap while I jolt upright, trying to see who, or what made the noise. Should not have done that because now my back hurts from the sudden movement.

I see a pair of short, stumpy legs and on the leg's owner's feet are the St. Mary's Primary School sport socks and blue and white Adidas sneakers. Those feet are kicking me with force and two arms start shaking me vigorously. I hear a fit of giggles that sound only too familiar.

"Wake up! Get up Lizzy, or I'll eat all your breakfast!" The voice says that to me amongst the giggles. And by what the voice had said, the identity of the thing kicking me could only be my brother.

"Yeah, yeah. Leave me alone and I'll do what you say." I groan. I could say something better but I can't be bothered. James blows a raspberry in my face and then runs back downstairs.

I reluctantly get up and trod downstairs to the dining room after going to the bathroom. I know only James and Mum would be downstairs as Dad has already left for work, like he does each weekday morning.

"Good Morning Sleeping Beauty. Did you sleep well?" Mum greets me with a friendly smile whilst she irons the school uniforms.

"Well if sleeping well means having nightmares about today and James kicking me this morning, why yes, I had a splendid sleep!" Mum shoots James a death stare. I can't help but smile while I try to sound and look as if I have nothing to worry about but in the inside I'm squirming with anxiety.

"Well," Mum starts while still looking at James, "How about you make yourself some breakfast while I go and get something that I bought for you yesterday." Mum turns off the iron and heads upstairs. As I place a slice of bread into the toaster, my mind races with things she could have bought for me. Some new stationary and art supplies, a new soccer ball, or maybe even - no, she can't have - TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT TICKETS!!!!

My daydreams were interrupted by the toaster as the barely audible "pop!" sounded. I spread a think layer of Nutella on it, placed it on a plate, sat down at the table and started to eat.

I had just taken my first bite when I hear Mum come downstairs. I look up and I see my mother, hovering over me, wearing one of her priceless smiles and holding out a box for me. I take the box out of her hands and place it on the table to start opening it as Mum tells me it's "just a little something to help you today." Under the lid, I see it is a boxed collection of books.

"It's your early birthday present from your father, James and myself." Oh yeah. That's right. My birthday. It must be around a week away. I check the calendar above the lounge, yes. I am correct. Today is the first of July
and my 11th birthday is on the sixth. "Im sorry it's not wrapped and is without a card." Mum continues "We were going to give it to you on your special day but considering the events of yesterday afternoon, I thought I should give it to you today as you might be spending lunch and recess on your own..." I give Mum a look "...Might, I said. Not will, might."