Forbidden

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N E W  B E G I N N I N G S

My alarm clock goes off, blaring in my ears. I immediately jump out of my cozy bed. I hustle to my closet to get dressed. Today was the one day I could not be late. 

Hi, i'm Cia Granger, and this year is going to be the best year yet. Here are some things to know about me; I am 16 years old, I am muggle born, and it is going to be my sixth year in schooling, but my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I know, Witchcraft and Wizardry? It might sound kind of crazy, but Hogwarts is the most magical place you could think of. At least that's what my parents tell me. This is my first year at Hogwarts. You see, I am a transfer this year from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Don't get me wrong, it's a great school, but I want to try something new. My twin sister, Hermione, has been attending Hogwarts since year one. She has loved it there and she has learned quite a lot. I have decided that I need more of a challenging schooling education. My best friend, Louis, since grade school, had transferred to Hogwarts two years ago. 

I continued getting ready and pulled out a pair of camouflage khaki pants. I grabbed an army green, cropped, t-shirt. I paired it with some gold rings, and a gold necklace. It was the first day of school, and for me it was the first day I would be attending Hogwarts. There was so much to look forward to; all the new teachers, seeing Hermione every day, and last but not least: starting over. I am kind of a trouble maker, and if I stayed at Beauxbatons any longer, I was bound to get in trouble again, or worse; expelled. I looked over to my night stand and saw my clock. It read, 7:45 in big numbers. I had to be at the train station by 8:30, and we lived in the big city of London, along with many other muggles. This meant that I had to leave in approximately five minutes if I wanted to make it on time.

"Hermione! We must leave immediately." Bloody hell. I can't be late to my first day at Hogwarts. It was already embarrassing enough that I had to transfer halfway through the year. 

"I'm ready. I have been waiting for you. Hustle up, Cia!" She replied, her patience running out. I hustled to my bathroom to pack some last minute essentials; toothpaste and my toothbrush, my curling iron and straightener, and lastly my favorite perfume. It was my favorite because it smelt of the ocean waves, my favorite place on earth. The feel of the sand in between your toes, the salty aroma that trailed in the air, and the sound of the soft waves, crashing along the shore line. Louis had taken me to the beach once before, and it was the best day of my whole sixteen years of my existence. 

"I'm coming!" I shouted down the stairs, my luggage trailing behind me. Hermione was waiting at the door, with a frustrated look on her face. 

"We are going to be late." If it wasn't for winter break, my mother would be driving me to the train station. But since Hermione came back home for Christmas, she was taking me to the train stop. She walked outside to her car, put her luggage in the trunk, and sat down in the driver's seat. l I followed behind her, and sat down in the passenger seat. She put her seat belt on and started the engine. In the blink of an eye we were on the road headed to the train station. About 20 minutes later we arrived at the station. Hermione parked the car and hurried to grab her luggage. Of course she brought Crookshanks with, like usual. I grabbed my belongings and followed her inside. With a simple spell, Hermione's luggage followed behind her. I tried the same spell, making my belongings follow me wherever I walked. We got to the 9 ¾ wall and Hermione ran right through it. What kind of magic is that? I had never heard Hermione talk about running through a wall before. I stopped the spell that was cast upon my luggage and I dragged it through the wall with me.