Diverse - HARRY POTTER

Jessica - 1

Yaear one 

Saturday -July 31st – 12pm

I am helping my mother hang up party streamers and balloons all over the house. The table cloth is all set out and there is enough food to feed the whole town. My mother always over cooks when she's stressed and today is no different.

The house is covered in hot pink banners and balloons with giant letter sprawled across them reading "Happy 12th birthday Jessica!" My mother is hosting my birthday party, as she does every year.

Of course "the outsiders" will be there along with all the muggles from my old muggle school and the small group from my town. This year however, I have taken it upon myself to invite Molly and Alex, by owl of course. I have never actually introduced them to my friends so that'll be fun.

Alex replied but Molly didn't so I'm presuming she won't be attending; it was a long shot anyway considering she doesn't even live in the country. I have taken a liking to both of them, they are now of course my friends and not just people I associate with.

My mother has sent me down to Stings house to get the batch of cookies his father made. This is my favourite part of my birthday, Mr. Dempsy' home-made cookies. I knock politely on his front door and I'm greeted with his usual warm smile.

"Well well well, if it isn't little Jessica Black. Is there a reason for an 11 year old to be knocking at my door?" he smiles, pressing a finger to his head pretending to think of a reason.

I laugh at his silly joke he makes every year I come knocking "You know full well why I'm here."

"Ah, for the cookies I presume. Not even my son, if I didn't know any better Jess I would say you are using me. But then again a 12 year old wouldn't use me, would she?" he stands aside to allow me in. I follow him straight into the kitchen and climb on top of the tall chairs.

"Still no taller, I see" he jokes, "Yes, maybe when I'm 13." I laugh while my feet dangle off the abnormally tall chair. I can smell the sweetness of the freshly baked cookies as he opens the oven door. He places one on a plate and slides it over to me, after he presses his finger to his lip and whispers "Don't tell your mother."

The cookie is gone before he even has the chance to turn around. It was still warm and the chocolate melted in my mouth. "Why don't you go upstairs to Josh, while I pack these up." I nod and jump off the stool.

The stairs creek with every step I take and I can smell Stings room before I even reach the top step. I stalk over and open the door slightly, in case he is changing. No.

He is asleep. I should've known, when the cookies were still there.

I race back downstairs and tell his father, we come up with a plan to wake him. His father went under the stairs to get some form of instrument while I fill up a huge bucket of water. Mr, dempsy came back holding a black trumpet which sounded rather scratchy when he blew it.

I quietly creep back into Stings room and position myself behind the bed frame. The space is tiny but I just about manage to fit, and Mr. Dempsy hands me the bucket which I rest on top of the bed. With one huge breath his father blows the trumpet as loud as he can, revealing this awful noise.

Sting shoots up with a fright, shouting for his Dad to stop. When his dad finally does Sting grabs a pillow and throws it at him "5 more minutes!" the drops his head back down onto the bed. That's when the water gets dumped on him.

He screams as the cool liquid hits his face, soaking his clothes. I can't hold my laughter. Josh rips off his duvet and stomps around out of his bed. "Think this is funny do you? Both of you think this is hilarious!" hes trying to shake the water off as if he were a dog.