I lie in bed awake, fistfuls of my bed sheets clutched in my balled up hands. A toothy grin is stretched across my face.
"Ariel! Ariel, get up!" my mother's voice screeches. I shake my head and hit the top of my alarm clock that my mother charmed to play her usual croaky morning shout.
I wriggle out of bed and peel off my skimpy Irish Quidditch team sleeping shirt, leaving it slumped in a pile in a corner. I search in my wardrobe for something special to wear on this special occasion: my eleventh birthday. In the end, I choose a white vest top with a translucent white collared shirt that stretches just below my behind, paired with a pair of blue skinny jeans that are the exact same colour as my eyes, cobalt. I snatch my cacao brown coloured hair back into a complicated bun muggles call a 'doughnut', then give it a thick coat of hairspray. All of my fellow witch friends think that it is odd that I have so many muggle items, but I find them extremely useful.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, my mum and dad are waiting for me, beaming great big cheesy smiles.
"Happy Birthday, Ariel!" Dad says. "I'm so proud of my little mermaid!"
Dad has been calling me his 'little mermaid' ever since I watched mermaids swim in Florida. I go there every summer to see my grandfather, who used to play for the Irish Quidditch Team in 1962 (hence the shirt). My mother chats away about how great Hogwarts is and how much memories I'll make whilst I'm being taught there all the way to the dining hall. She places a tray stacked with croissants and pancakes smothered in hazelnut spread. I lick my lips in hunger. I dig in with my fingers, and then leave the plate covered with crumbs and the occasional smear of hazelnut spread. I slump in my chair and puff my cheeks out, making a strange noise like a fart when I exhale a large amount of air. Then I remember one of the best parts of having a birthday- presents!
"Mum, Dad?" I say, trying out a innocent little girl voice. "Y'know what the best thing about birthdays?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" Dad sighs, pointing to a large pile of gift bags and assorted wrapped items.
"Wow!" I gasp, rushing over to them.
"Wait! Open me and Dad's one first!" Mum shrieks, hurrying over to me.
I drop the gift I was about to unwrap and put my hands up like in muggle TV shows. Mum grabs the largest , bulkiest present in the pile and hands it to me. I carefully unwrap the glittery gold wrapping paper, to reveal a Nimbus 2000 and a whole Beater's kit. My eyes widen.
"OMD!!! You shouldn't have!" I yell, hugging my parents tightly. (OMD means Oh My Dumbledore, by the way).
Once I had opened all of the gifts, the sound of tapping begins on the window. I freeze. My letter!It must be! I run up to the kitchen window and jerk it open awkwardly. The owl that carries the piece of parchment is jet black, which is an unusual colour for an owl. I yank my letter free from the grip of is claws and admire the swirly green writing on the front. After a few deep breaths, I slowly tear the top of the envelope and slide the slip of paper out. It reads:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,Chf. Warlock, Extreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms A. Winters,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1st September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July.