It had been exactly eleven years since the day I was born. I was sitting in my room listening to my sisters aruging over a doll.
'I want the doll! Give it to me, Heather!' I heard Rose whine.
'No, Rose! This is my doll, you can play with that one!' said Heather.
'But I want that one!'
I smiled to myself. The things my sisters argued over were completely pointless. I looked over at the clock. It read 8:30 PM. My smile dropped. I looked around the room. I wanted to keep it as Muggle-ley as possible. The walls were blue and green (my favourite colours). The room itself was circular with an alcove where my window was. The bed I was sitting on was king size and round, the covers were purple with pink dots. I had a round blue wardrobe which I had painted myself that fitted nicely in the far...corner? I had the second biggest bedroom in my house. I looked over at the clock again, it was now five minutes on since the last time I looked.
Why hasn't it come yet? I thought as I felt the dread spread through me.
What if I wasn't magical enough?
But then I thought-
How couldn't I be magical enough? I've got ice powers. You don't get anymore magical than that.
Yes, I have ice powers. I've had them since I was baby. I also have platinum blonde hair, icy blue eyes and pale skin to go with it. I'm the only one in my family who looks like this. It's why most people think I'm adopted or something and why they got the shock of their lives when I told I'm actually blood related to them. The one problem I have with my powers is I can't control them when I have negetive feelings. It just bursts out unexpectedly. I don't know what to do when that happens. I hope when I go to school I'll learn how to control it.
I flopped down on my bed. It was never going to come at this rate. I would have to go to Muggle schools and hide my powers from the rest of the world pretending to be a Muggle, trying to keep my anger in order so I didn't kill anybody...I was lost in my thoughts of how my life was going to pan out if I didn't get this one thing that my future of my life depended on until-
'Catarneigh, your letter has arrived!' I heard my mother, Donna shout from the bottom of the stairs.
I shot straight up and toppled off my bed. I ran out of my room, jumped over the toys Rose had left out (nearly slipping on a walking owl in the process) and ran down the spiral staircase.
And there it was. Sitting on the table was the letter my life had been depending on. I picked it up and tore open the envelope. I pulled out two pieces of parchment and read it to myself.
Dear Miss Salucci, you have been accepted to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry.
Excitement started to spread through me. This was the night I'd been waiting for since I was six years old. To read those thirteen words was my dream come true. My father, Jesse picked up the other parchment I had forgotten about.
'It looks like we'll have to go to Diagon Alley to get these.'
I finally put down the first parchment I had been reading over and over again. I took the other one out of my dad's hands.
'When can we go?'
'It won't be until the day before you go to Hogwarts.'
I put the second piece of parchment down and picked up the first one. I went up the spiral staircase and back into my room (this time dodging the walking owl) and opened my door. My sisters seemed to have agreed on what doll they were going to play with. I looked over at the owl and back at the door to Heather's room. Before going into my own room, I shouted to Rose-
'Rose! Do me a favour next time and don't leave that bloody stupid walking owl thing by the stairs! I've just nearly broken my neck on it!'
Though I couldn't see through doors, I knew Rose was smiling. I entered my bedroom and decided I was going to go to sleep. I couldn't wait to go to Diagon Alley and I knew that the two weeks I had to wait were going to go really slow.