"BRI GET DOWN HERE NOW!!" My mother shrieks from downstairs. I roll out of bed and get dressed with lightning speed, despite my tiredness, in a black and dark purple lace dress, black diamond choker, black flats, black make up, and brush my short, uneven purple hair, and trudge downstairs. "Your letter came in!" She thrills. "Yay," I say sarcastically. She stiffens, "Weather you like it or not you are going to be like your grandmother and ace your classes at Slytherin." I groan, "If my letter came in we might as well go ahead to Diagon Alley. Save me the pain of being here." "You are a high class pure blood! You are very lucky to be here! Lucky you are privileged enough to be a Lestrange and a Black!" She scolds while shoving me to the fire place. We go to old DA and head to Olivander's. "Finest wand maker there is, the old fart," Mother whispers and I suppress a laugh. Mother doesn't enjoy humor and I don't enjoy her but she has this odd way of making jokes by mistake. Ollivander comes out of a large row of wand boxes and I see what she means, the man looks eccentric, mumbling incoherent words, counting on his fingers, and walking around aimlessly, rearranging boxes. "How may I help you, Madam?" He asks and Mother and I stiffen again. "My daughter, Bri Lestrange, would like a wand," she tells him, making sure he hears my last name. "Ah I see. Right this way Madam," he walks over and hands me a wand. "Go on than," he urges me and I wave the wand. Something behind me, outside no doubt, explodes and a cat screeches. "Nope." He hands me another wand and I wave it, knocking over a row of boxes. "No, no, no!" He says and hands me a third. I take it and wave it cautiously. Nothing breaks, no shattering sound, nothing hitting the floor, instead, a soft, silvery glow emits from the wand and wraps around me in a comforting wisp of mist. "That's the one," Ollivander smiles. "A very powerful wand that one, Hawthorn wood, Phoenix feather core, 14 3/4 inches, slightly springy." I smile down at my new wand. "Thank you Mr. Ollivander," I grin at him and he waves. "Be careful with that wand now. It can do great things." Me and Mother leave and continue our shopping. "Alright we have the necessities...a pet. You want a pet?" Mother says and I nod politely. "I would, yes." We walk into the pet store and I look around in wonderment. All of these animals are beautiful! I can't choose one! "Would you like a cat? Or perhaps an owl?" The clerk asks. She's a rather pretty woman with a nice smile. "I don't know. What would you suggest?" I ask. "Hogwarts student, yes?" I nod. "Wonderful. Well, you seem like a Pigmy Puff person... want to take a look at them?" She asks and I nod again. We walk over to a pen filled with little balls of squeaking fuzz. I restrain a squeal. "I'll have one of these, please," I tell the woman. "Alright. Which one?" I look into the pen off the pigmy puffs trying to jump on me but one catches my eye. "That one," I say, pointing to a smaller purple one huddling in a corner. "Are you sure? You don't want one of these bigger ones?" She asks. "Yes I'm quite sure. I think she just needs some love," I reply airily. She reaches down and scoops up the fuzzball and hands her to me. "Hey there," I whisper to her. "I'm going to take care of you...Jinx." I check out with the clerk and carry out a bag full of stuff for Jinx and Jinx in my hand. "You got a Pigmy puff?" Mother asks in disbelief. "Not just a pigmy puff but a runt?" "Yes. Yes I did. Her name is Jinx," I reply as I normally would. We go home and I set up Jinx's bed beside my own. "There you go," I smile as I set the playful puff in her bed. It's kind of like a cat bed only with black velvet and silver in place of wood or straw. I feed her and climb into bed myself. Tomorrow, I leave this place.

Hey wazzup?!

It's me, Bri, with my very first Harry Potter fanfic.

HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!!

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Peace out dudes!
-Bri