[moondragon411]

MUDBLOOD

I huddled in the greatest corner of my (Perhaps overly large) bedroom, hearing voices from downstairs, more like laughter. Of course, why wouldn't they be laughing? It was too funny for them, I was going to Hogwarts. Me. Small little frightened Alice. Impossible. I didn't want to go. There must have been a mistake. I... couldn't have been accepted.

I heard more giggles from downstairs, and I shivered, adjusting my position ever so slightly. Thoughts rushed into my already too full mind. I groaned. It just couldn't be real. Even though I had always wanted to go to Hogwarts... I was now to panicy to even consider it. It just... couldn't be... real.

My eldest brothers voice became distinguishable, much louder than the rest, " But Alice... couldn't have been accepted- "

Harry was ignored and cut off by my mother, " But Harold, little Alice- " Yes. Little Alice. It was not always refering to my small stature. Sometimes I hated it.

I didn't hear his reply, it was whispered. But then again... I thought glumly, How can I be hearing them anyway?

I sighed in response to my question.

My family had a tendacy to... be overly loud. I was pretty much the only quiet one. Plus, to that, all of my family except my mother had been in Gryfindor. Gryfindor! They would be ever so disapointed in me if I didn't make it... even mom... she had been in Hufflepuff... which had a close tie with Gryfindor.

I noticed I had gotten shakily to my feet, and had pressed my ear to the door. Hearing a last word from Dason(The second-eldest in my family). It was swift and I had to strain to hear it. "Mudblood".

That didn't make much sense to me. And I was quite good at making sense out of things. One of my few skills in fact. So I was, of course, surprised at this.

I knew what Mudblood meant. But why would Dason say it?

My family consisted of three big brothers: Harold(preferably called "Harry") who was the eldest, the loudest, and seemed to have a temper that could kill at a glance. He was in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was shaggy- with dark brown hair that went straight down to his neck and then stopped- with chestnut brown eyes.

Then there was Dason(Danny is what I call him normally), pretty normal for our family's standards, but, like Harold, was just as quick to anger. But he was often calm and looked at things from a view much like my own. He had brown-blond hair with boyish cheeks and dark (almost black) eyes. He was in his fourth year at Hogwarts.

Lastly there was my slightly chubby brother Ryan. He was the calmest (Next to me of course) and pretty calm, not quick to anger, or mayby he didn't show it. He never yelled at anyone--- ever. I had only ever seen him angry once in my entire life. And that was when dad had nearly died on that broomstick accident in his Quiditch Finals Match against Bulgaria (yeah a famous Quiditch player... I hated the attention I sometimes got). He had fair hair hair with chubby cheeks with light green eyes with long lashes. He was in his second year at Hogwarts.

I yawned loud enough to wake everyone in the house (Luckily they were downstairs) and mumbled something even I didn't understand. I decided it was time for bed even though it was only 10:00 PM.

Dammit...

I headed towards the marshmellow like bed, and I hardly even skimmed the surface when I found myself asleep.

[Lunatic Monkey]

I don't know why no one is replying, but I loved it. It was very descriptive and I could see the picture in my head. It's neat, you should update more. I'd like to continue to read.