"My name is Sara Potter, I'm a seer and when I was ten years old I watched someone die."
best rankings (past or present)
-#8 in Fred Weasley
-#7 in Gryffindor
-#10 in Harry Potter books
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I stare up at the ceiling of the Weasley's house on the morning of the Quidditch world cup wondering two very, very important things.
the first, was Molly Weasley up yet?
The second?
What, in Merlin's name, is for breakfast?
I stretch my legs, that reach the end of my bed, with a groan as Hermione rolls out of her own bed rubbing her eyes.
"'morning" She yawns before walking into the bathroom
All I can do is hum tiredly before my eyes begin to flutter closed again.
What feels like seconds later I startle awake when Hermione's voice shouts "Sara! Wake up!" she laughs from her side of the room as Ginny falls out of her bed and hits the floor with a thump.
"What are you yelling at me for?!" I protest, throwing a hand out to gesture at Ginny who has almost fallen back to sleep on the floor. "I wasn't the only one asleep!" I laugh, swinging my legs out of bed, knowing that Hermione Granger will never let me fall back to sleep.
"It's the Quidditch World cup! How are you two not a little more excited?" Hermione asks before slipping on her last boot and walking towards the door "I'm headed for the boys room next if it makes you feel any better."
I smile, shaking my head as Hermione walks out. Standing I walk to the bathroom before shutting myself in and taking a quick, unreasonably cold, shower. Once I'm done I dress and walk out again, offering my hand to a stirring Ginny who finally seems to have remembered falling out of bed and to the ground.
"'morning" She whispers as I help her to her feet "Where's Hermione?" Ginny groans rubbing her eyes.
I laugh slipping one shoe on and then the other, before standing and tucking my wand into my back pocket. "Probably halfway to the World Cup by now I reckon."
Ginny's eyes widen, remembering what today is before she smiles and hurries to the bathroom. Forgetting her clothes on her bed. I grab my bag, swinging it over my shoulder before heading to the door and opening it. Moments later I have the pleasure of letting out a slightly shocked...well, whatever it is, sounds a little bit like a choked scream.
"Morning" The twins say in unison, inches from me, before Harry pokes his head out of a door down the hall. Letting my hand fall from my chest to my sides I roll my eyes.
