"Oh, Aubrey, the mails here" my mother gasped with excitement. My mother was a small, fat women who was always happy because she got excited over everything. She paid the owl and sent him on his way, his journey easier because his load was lighter.
"It's your Hogwarts letter sweetykins" she gasped, hugging my head as I tried my best to eat breakfast in peace. "Its your OWLs this year, have you been revising"
"Yes mum" I lied, batting away her hand from messing with my hair, "I'll be find, McGonagall says I'm a natural at Transfiguration, and I'm pretty good at Charms"
"What of Potions, History of Magic, Divination?" She may be a happy bunny, but she was also one to expect a lot and think everything was crucial. These lessons were pointless. I was sort of planning purpously failing just to get out of doing them for the next two years. I stood up to leave the table and my mother charmed me back to face her angry but rosy face.
"It's almost september, when are you going to Diagon Alley? How are you getting there?"
I laughed and gave her my smile which always made her forgive and forgot.
"Soon mum, I'm going with Zoe"
"Which ones Zoe again?" my mother was very bad at faces and even worse with names. Everyday was like a game of Guess Who with her.
"The Gryffindor...long hair...Tight ebony black curls!"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" my mother was still unsure but she hated to think we thought she was batty "have fun dear"
"Will do mum. At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
My mother shuffled away, muttering "I know where you're going to, dear"