"Sierra Ann Rosier! Get your arse over right now! This is your trunk!" My voice harsh as I let go of it and look back to her my arms crossing as I look over at the young girl of olive toned skin and dark eyes. She looks up at me and pouts with her small lips stained with red lipstick.
"But Angie, I don't want to it's so hard." She lays down on the grass crossing her own arms. Her tantrums similar to a three-year-old.
"Oh, like casting the fire spell on your brother wasn't hard? I am surprised that they aren't going to put you through interrogation." I lean against the trunk of my dad's car.
"You and I both know that Michael deserved it!" she argues sitting up with a glare that could kill a Basilisk.
"Yes, because sticking his fingers in Nutella is just enough of a reason to try and roast a five-year-old you Pyro," I reply as I turn back to the trunk and attempt to pull it out again.
"Hey don't judge! For a muggle made invention Nutella is very good, and I wouldn't have barbecued him if he was decent enough to use a spoon." I turn to her again.
"He's 5!"
"Would the two of you stop bickering? You guys are going to give me a headache." A familiar voice ran through the air. I turn quickly and squeal at the sight of a girl with black and white hair and glowing eyes that open wide with horror as Sierra and I tackle her into a tight hug. "Ow..." she groaned.
"I thought you weren't coming?!" I exclaim sitting up only slightly to see my friend Nirvana's face.
"Yeah! You said you'd never skip out on seeing the Bulgarians against the Irish!" Sierra added tightening her arms around her.
"Well... Plans... Change... Can you two let me go?" She gasped before we let her out of our python hug. "Alice threw a tantrum about not being able to go to some lame party her boyfriend was throwing and as usual, mom and dad thought that by getting rid of the tickets they were punishing her. You can assume the rest." Sierra and I nodded in understanding. Alice was a self-centered witch going into her sixth year while the three of us were going into our fourth. Depressingly enough she always got what she wanted.
"Girls, come on inside now, it's getting dark." My dad calls outside to us. He looked over at the car seeing that we still haven't successfully removed Sierra's junk from the trunk. He sighs shaking his head and pulls out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," he mutters, the box easing out without a hitch. The three of us watched with smiles as the trunk flew gracefully over our heads and inside. My mum peaks out the door seeing that my dad was concentrating.
"Come in now girls," she repeats my dad's saying.
"Yes mum," I reply leading my friends inside.645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxAAlztEXl
