Flaneur

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You know when you envision a nice and peaceful morning you think of waking up in a warm and comfortable bed with maybe the sunlight shining through. So I want you, yes you the reader, to think really hard about that morning. I want you to think about how nice and comfortable that bed may seem.

Do you have that thought? Now guess what. We're throwing that out the window. Why, you dear readers may ask, and correctly so. The answer to that question is that, that isn't how our dear protagonist woke up. And according to my notes about how to write a good story, the main character is kinda important or something.

But this is besides the point. Let's go check on our dear main character or for shorting purposes pro-tag.

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"Daphne! If you're not awake by the time I get up there then you won't be coming to town with me!" I shot up out of my bed, suddenly awake from the threat. I quickly grabbed some clothes and ran towards the bathroom, in hopes of getting a quick shower in.

"I'm awake, ma! I was just deciding what to wear! I'll be down in a minute!" I called out to her before shutting the bathroom door. I quickly shed myself of my pajamas and hopped into the shower. Turning on the shower, ice cold water shot out of the nozzle, which caused me to move about the tiny space like a jumping bean.

In my panic I managed to grab my shampoo to start washing my hair. It was at that point the hot water turned on so I was in a nice middle area to perform the rest of my shower tasks.

Soon I was getting out of the shower, when I soon realized I had forgotten a towel. I glanced around the bathroom to find no towels, so I did what had to be done.

Grabbing the hand towel from off the rack, I began to pat myself dry. Once dry enough I got dressed and began to do my hair while simultaneously brushing my teeth. It was surprisingly not a hard task, you just need to be ambidextrous. Which I am not.

But that's all in the past, what matters now is that I was scrounging my room for my socks. Aha! They were in my pants drawer, must've gotten stuck in the pant holes or somethin'. I ran down stairs sometimes skipping a step as I ran. I was now in the kitchen where my parents were eating breakfast.

"Your plates over there dear. I made eggs and grits, you can have the rest if you want." My pa told me causing me to smile, I quickly filled my plate with the eggs and grits before walking to the table to set my things down.

As I was shoveling food down my throat, I heard my mum say, "Daphne, please slow down you can choke." I take her advice and slow down, after all if I choke and die then I won't get to go to Hogwarts.

Feeling the stares of my parents I look up in confusion, "Yes...?" I watch them glance at each other. "You got something in the mail, Daph." My dad said while handing me a letter.

I stared at the letter before slowly grabbing it. I was not careful with it, as soon as it touched my hands, I ripped it open to grab the contents of the letter. I skimmed the contents of the letter, before locking on the words 'accepted' and 'hogwarts'. By process of elimination, that means I was accepted.

I looked up at my parents with a large smile, "I got accepted!" My parents smiled at me and my pa patted my shoulder. My mum stood up and began to take the plates. She set them in the sink, and with a flick the dishes started to clean themselves.

"I believe this calls for a trip to Diagon Alley. Let me just get my coat and we can floo there." Mum told us before leaving the kitchen to get her coat. Pa patted my head and said, "I'm proud of you Daph. Now go put your shoes on."

I nodded my head before running back upstairs to grab my sneakers and my backpack. I glanced around my room before closing my door before running back downstairs. On the last step, I sat down and began to put my shoes on while trying and failing to speed my way through tying my shoelaces.