Gryffindork (Harry Potter FF)

Heyyyyyyy! I actually wrote this chapter months ago. Yes, I wrote chapter two before chapter one. I'm weird like that! 

I stared at the clock on my bright yellow wall. Five thirty. The hands ticked by too slowly, each second was almost unbearable to watch. Five thirty-one. Dawn had barely broken. The grey light of early morning illuminated my room, shining through the white curtains on my huge bay window. Five thirty-two. Oh, what the hell? Sleep wasn't happening for sure. I slid my blanket off and slipped out of bed. I walked carefully across the stone floor to my closet. Each step was deliberate, wouldn't want to creak a floorboard or something.

I stood in my walk-in closet, deliberating outfit choices. I was jumping into the wizarding world. Going to Diagon Alley to seemed like a big step to me so I wanted a look that said "badass witch-in-training." Finally I selected a plain black T-shirt and jeans. I added my favorite necklace, a large gold badger on a long golden chain. Of course, I also had my favorite bracelet, I didn't go a day without it. It was flat and silver, each square link had a different symbol on it. One was a wand shooting sparks, one was the Hogwarts crest, stuff like that. I was beyond obessesed with that bracelet, it was almost creepy.I looked in my mirror. Meh. The best I could say was I looked like a witch-in-training. Oh well. It was the best I could expect from my self, "badass" and "Amanda Diggory" didn't work well in the same sentence. Unless the words "is not" were also involved.

Still trying to be sneaky, I tiptoed out of my room. I left the door open, I always somehow slammed it and I didn't want to risk foiling my evil plot. Well, evil wasn't the right word. I was never exactly evil. I crept towards Cedric's room, hugging thw wall and walking with care. I sang danger music in my mind. I was planning on sneaking into Cedric's room, shouting really loudly, and ultimately getting us to Diagon Alley by nine. I knew I was behiving like a seven-year-old on Christmas but hell, I'm immature like that. I gripped the knob on my brother's door, grinning like a total dork. I manuevered my way into the room without making any noise. I was totally a pro at making no noise. I took a deep breath, channeling my squeal.

"Cedric, Cedric, Cedric!" I exploded. "Get up, get up, get up! We're going to Diagon Alley! We're gonna buy stuff, Ced! Wake up!" The pillow he threw at me whizzed by my right ear.

"Ooooooooh, you missed me! Aim's not so good in the morning, huh?" My voice increased in annoying morning-person chirp. However pathetic it might be, waking people up early was the evillest thing I did. I knew how sad that was but I still enjoyed it.

"What the hell?" Cedric groaned, slitting his eyes at me. "Crap." He gazed blearily around the room. "Crap, Amanda, it's only six o'clock."

"I know!" I answered cheerfully. "Wow, has anyone ever told you that you look really bad in the morning?" Cedric reached around for something to throw, but he's already thrown his pillow at me so he might as well give up.

"Ugh! Go away! Ugh." He groaned again.

"No, no I don't think I will actually." My smile got wider. Being "evil" was fun, no matter how bad I was at it. 

"Seriously, go away. I'm not getting up if that's what you're after."

But of course, I knew he would. This was the only thing resembling a prank I ever did so I was good at it. Annoying people was kind of my thing. He couldn't win.

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Everyone was awake and ready to leave within two hours. It was eight o'clock and everything, for once was actually going perfectly. I couldn't be happier. Well, at least not until Mum "accidentally" squished my face into my eggs. Damn, my own mother was more evil than I was. I didn't really blame her though, everyone wants revenge on loud early-risers.

"I've owled the Weasleys. Nine is a perfect time to meet them at the Leaky Cauldron," Dad announced. He, for one, looked perfectly chipper. Unlike Mum, who was chugging coffee of Cedric, who was sitting there with his mouth open and his eyes blank. I snickered to myself. Ginny wasn't a morning person either. I would pay to see her face right now. Time was still moving slowly and I was getting pretty annoyed. It was eight thirty and no one seemed like they were going to leave anytime soon.