[center][color=thistle][h2]Amersa Selwyn[/h2][/color][/center]
By the time the first rays of sunlight crept into her room, Amersa was out of her bed and into her robes. Blasting music from her iPhone, she danced around the kitchen as she grabbed an assortment of items from the cabinets. Since she was still underage and could not use magic, her parents had indulged her in the typical kitchen appliances found in Muggle homes. She hated the idea of house elves so she compromised with her parents on having just one. The girl grew frantic as the toaster oven beeped, her eggs began smoking in an unusual way, and the bacon on the stove began to sizzle and pop. Choosing the toast, she yanked them out and tossed them on a plate. At the same time, her foot tugged at the refrigerator handle and she dropped the toast just in time to whip out the butter and jam. She rushed to her eggs and bacon, letting out a sigh of relief as she flipped them just in time. 


Amersa balanced the two trays on either hand and gently nudged bedroom door open to reveal her two sleeping parents. She smiled to herself as she shouted, [color=thistle]“Rise and shine sleepyheads!” [/color] and pulled back the curtains. Her parents groaned and simultaneously flopped their pillows over their heads. Amersa picked up a piece of bacon and jumped on the bed waving it in front of their noses. Half an hour later and they were standing in the midst of Diagon Alley and Amersa was inhaling Florean’s java chip ice cream. Today was the day her parents had promised her they could shop for what she needed to start school at Hogwarts. 


[color=thistle]“Dad, can we get my wand first?”[/color] Amersa turned to her mom, [color=thistle]“I want a pretty one like yours!”[/color] Mr. and Mrs. Sewlyn smiled at each other and shook their heads - their daughter had not stopped talking about the wand she would get since she had gotten her letter. 


“Okay darling but remember—” 


[color=thistle]“The wand chooses the wizard, I know,”[/color] Amersa sighed impatiently, still secretly hoping she would get a say in it anyways. 


She was starry-eyed as she wandered the shelves of Ollivander’s, oblivious to the racket on the other side of the shop. Her hands drifted over the rectangle shaped boxes, landing on an unambiguous one which she proceeded to open. The crackling sound that emitted from the ebony wand caused her to hastily put it back in its place. A few aisles down, her eyes settled on another box, but before she could open it, her she heard a yelp. She turned towards the sound to see a boy her age sitting on the floor.


[color=thistle]“What’cha doing there?”[/color] she tilted her head questioningly. 


He gestured his splayed body with his free hand. “I fell, genius.” 


Her mouth formed a small o but as she stepped forward to help him up, she heard her mother’s voice calling her name. 


[color=thistle]“It’s my turn!”[/color] she whisper-yelled at him and ran off, leaving him staring in disbelief at her back.

[hr] [@dusksong]