Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

• Recieving your letter and how those around you reacted
• Buying the equipment for school
• Finding your way on the train
• Is your family muggles, magic, or both?
• Any siblings that are already at Hogwarts, or will be in the future? Keep in mind, that all magical siblings go to Hogwarts.

   Don't post any more in character, and please, please, please do your best to make it long. Not 100 words; 100 word MINIMUM. Use mine for an example. (Good on the guy/girl thing by the wayy.) Skim, I don't expect you to read it word-for-word!



   Brooke Luna-Tiana Janelle seemed like a normal girl. In fact, the most normal you'd expect to come across, but she was odd in her own ways. Little weird things about her set her apart from the rest. Like how she Liked to cut up her school uniforms against her parent's wishes, and the school's. They both tried to buy her new ones, but she'd just cut them up too, so they gave up. Kaplooie. She also liked to almost literally live in music. It was what she lived for. She never really fit in at her elementary schools, but that was why her friends liked her. She wasn't the most athletic, wasn't the most popular, and wasn't the most dorky. She was enough of each to make her... Well, her.
   As she thought of herself weird enough, the day the letter came was mind blowing, and she almost scared her parents to death. 

   Brooke was wearing a brand new white dress that she'd sewn that morning. She hated using sewing mashines, because they hated her. She always worked by hand, and the practice was almost perfected from being done so much. She heard the cooing of an owl above her and opened her eyes to the glaring sun. The summer breeze was cool, signaling the comming of school again. She'd be at the Middle School, with a new uniforn to cut up and sew together. Getting used to the summer glare, she saw it was an owl. In the light of day, it landed on her knee and she rubbed it's cheek with her hand. It sort of... Smiled through the letter it was carrying. "Sense when do owls carry letters?" She laughed, taking the letter. Once she took it, the owl flew away.
   "Weird." She told the yellowed letter she'd recieved. The green Ink stared at her, saying; 

Brooke Luna-Tiana Janelle
24 Willow Rd.
Dennis, Cape Cod
The Front Lawn

   Wow, they got it right down to "The Front Lawn"
   The letter now oficially creeping her out, she opened it, looking at one paper while the other fell on her lap.

Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizzardry
Headmaster: Lysander

   I'm pleased to tell you that you've been accepted to Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizzardry. I ask that you have all the required items in order before the starting date of September 1st. In this letter is one train ticket from; Dennis, Cape Cod; to the school. Your train number is Nine and Two Thirds (9 2/3). We look forward to seeing you in one small month!

Mrs. Aphrodite
Deputy Headmaster

   Dennis, Cape Cod was scribbled on. Brooke was exited beyond belief. She was a Witch! It explained why she could get away with so many things, and why people were afraid of her when she got mad. The last time she'd gotten mad was in third grade at the park. She was looking at the bees, and this big kid started teasing her. The others watched, and the kid got her real mad. All of a sudden, the bees started attacking him. He was all red and puffy with stings for the rest of the year, and nobody would make me mad after that.
   Yeah, she would go to this school, and have the best time ever. Running inside, she yelled, "Mom! Mom!" Her mother spun around from the stove with a spatula in hand and laughed.
   "What is it Lily Luna?" She asked her daughter, taking the letter. Brooke laughed at her nickname, but stopped laughing when her mother dropped the spatula and looked at Brooke.
   "What, Abi?" Brooke tilted her head to the side, eying her mom funny. She called her by her real name.  
   "Mom." Abi breathed, rushing to the phone. In a matter of minnutes, and awkward silences, Brooke's Gramma, Janet, and her parents, Abi and Teddy, were sitting in the livingroom. Janet read the letter, exitement growing on her face.
   "Oh, I was so disapointed when you didn't have my magic!" Janet spoke quickly and eagerly to Abi, her daughter, "I thought because I marryed a Muggle, you wouldn't have it, and it wouldn't get passed through the family, but Brooke! Oh, Brooke will be the best Witch ev-"
   "What's a Muggle?" Brooke interrupted and her gramma laughed.
   "Oh, Lily Luna, a Muggle is what we call people who arn't magic folk." Janet laughed, "Now come, my Moon Princess. We have shopping to do." She took my hand, llaughing at her referance to the moon. She knew I was obsessed with the moon and the mythology surrounding it.
   "Wait just a minute. I do not want her going to any school to learn magic tricks." My mom reached for my other hand, but I pulled it from her fingers before she could grab it.
   "Too late." I stuck out my tounge at her. I was tired with her desciding everything. That I couldn't play sports, that I had to go to private school; the only freedom I had was my clothes. That was why I liked to dress so different.
   My gramma Jayy took me to Hyannis, where her house was. My mom tried to call my gramma's cell phone elevendy billion times, so my gramma finally threw her phone out the window. I laughed, and as I did, we pulled up to what looked like a bar. She parked the car there, and we both raced eachother inside. I didn't care why we were going into a bar. My gramma was like that. I sometimes wondered if Jayy was my mother, and not Abi.
   "Now who's this?" A man came up to our fooling around and shook my hand, "Your sister?" he turned to my Gramma.
   "Oh, stop it, Laurence," She laughed, "Get back to your Language pictures."
   "Language Arts." He corrected ehr with a laugh, "Muggle schools arn't that hard to plan for anyways."We said a quick goodbye, which wasn't hard, because everyone greeted me, then made some buddy-buddy comment to my gramma.
   "Wow, everyone likes you!" I laughed at her as we went in a back room.
   "Oh, I'm just old. Course all old people know each other." She laughed, closing the door to the bar. We were now in an odd brick alley with no ally. There were just brick walls all around. "Let's see if I remember this..." Jayy stood in thought a moment, then said something along the lines of "Aha!" She tapped the bricks in an odd way, causing a weird rumbling to come from them. They shifted and crackled, opening up to a busy street. There were people all around, buying things from large eggs, to flying gumballs, to brooms.
   "Alright, let's start on..." She looked at the long list of things I needed, "The Pewter cauldren." We went on like tha until the streets got dark, and the lights turned on in the shops and in the streets. They wern't electric lights, they were floating candles.
   "You go ahead and get your wand, while I go buy the last thing." She nodded to a store, leaving me there alone with all the stuff. I hauled it to the wand shop, after buying two suitcases; one for the stuff, one smaller one for clothes later.
   At the shop, a very old man came up to me. "Yes, Brooke Janelle!" His voice cracked, "It seemed just this morning I sold Janet her first wand." He told me about how they raided the whole shop looking for one, and it seemedd he did the same for me. Each time, he'd put the wand in my hand, and either immediately take it away, or would tell me to wave it, destroying part of the shop each time. He didn't seem to mind, though. At some poing, he stopped running around. "I wonder if this o-" his voice disapeared as he ran deep within the shop. He brought out a white box wrapped tight with a pale blue ribbon. He untied it, and took out a white wand with a line of blue like the ribbon swirling around to the tip. It looked too much like me. I took it and smiled.
   "Wave it!" He jumped up and down, clapping his hands. As I did so, rainbow colors shot out of the end, swirling to the ground. "You truely are unique." He laughed, taking it back and putting it in the package. As he did so, he told me, "No wand in this store is alike, but most use a strand of unicorn hair, or a pheonix feather in the center for it's power. This is the only one that has an actual moon beam in it. One great wizzard was able to capture a moon beam, and only one. He put it in a wand, but it refused to work for him. It has been tried sense My great grandfather was alive and now, finally," He gave me the perfect package, "It has a home with you." With a smile, he waved me off, and I ran into my grandma on the way out.
   "A present." She held out a cage olding an owl with big blue eyes. It was pure white.
   "It's perfect." I told her with the biggest smile I'd presented that day.

   A month later, my gramma drove me to the train starion once again in Hyannis. She left me at the gate, creating a large scene of saying goodbye. Not like i needed more attention, what with people staring at my owl. I pushed my stuff down the corridor, stopping between trains 9 and 10. Sure enough, there was no 9 and 2/3. I sat on the ground near it, wondering if the whole thing was a joke. A really sick, sick joke.