One day after another

August 12th, 1994

"Wake up Claire its 9:30 we have to get ready" Ben yells from the kitchen. I toss and turn after not getting a great sleep like i normally do. "Get up Claire jesus moms gonna be pissed if youre not awake by he time she comes back inside" he yells again from the kitchen. "Im getting up you asshole shut up." i say lazily still half asleep. I get up folding the blankets i had used the night before and setting them with the others.

12:00 came very fast and it was time for us to use Floo powder to get to the new house. We said bye to Anthony before leaving and we told eacother we were going to write by owl back and forth all the time. 

"Okay! Ben Claire, our first stop is Diagon Alley" my mother says, We've used floo powder before so it was nothing new, i stepped into the fire place and very clearly i spok "Diagon Alley" and green flames erupted and then there i was. Some place called Diaon Alley, I waited to see my brother and mother and soon enough i saw them. We had to get new robes, black robes. I needed a few new books so we stopped and got all of the school suppies i needed. As we were walking there was a group of people, it looked like a family. 4 boys and 1 girl, maybe they were sibling i thought to myself. "George please quit pullig my hair the girl says. I look to see what boy was pulling the girls hair, It was a tall red head with floppy hair well there were 2 tall redheads with floppy hair, twins im pretty sure. George was the one pulling the girls hair. Our eyes met and he gave me a soft smile, i smiled back and walked inside a book store. After coming out he was gone, the tall red head with floppy hair and a cute smile was gone. My smile faded, i dont know why, i didnt even know the guy but something about him made me feel different. After geting the rest of the school supplies we actually go to our new house.

"Its nice mom, bigger than our old house"Ben says with a bit of an attitude. I roll my eyes and walk into what was supposedly my new room. My bed was in the corner of the room fully made, my desk infront of a window, my books on all of the shelves and then my record player with the records on its own table. Everything is neat and organized, but who did this. "Do you like it honey" my mom asks. "Yeah its nice i actually really do like it" I tell her. we talk for a few more minutes then she leaves my room. I change my clothes then quickly get ready for bed.