London was peculiar to a small Welsh townie like me. It was full of crowds and cars and shops, where as my home town was quiet, mountainous, and moderately dull. To be honest, I was very frightened of such a place. You tend to feel like an outcast in the city when you’ve grown up surrounded by hills and sheep.

The train ride was slow and tedious. I snoozed quietly against the rattling window, using my jumper as a pillow. My nan was seated opposite me, reading her battered copy of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, her body rocking slightly as the carriage did. She’d insisted on accompanying me, although she had absolutely no idea where we were going. Thankfully, I did. I knew it by heart. I’d known all my life.

I’ll never forget walking into Diagon Alley for the first time. My heart pounded in my chest, butterflies pushing and fluttering in my stomach, as I looked around, feasting on the sights and sounds of such a warming place. It was wonderful. Young wizarding children raced around, clutching ice-creams, narrowly avoiding walking straight into me. By the time we were a quarter of the way down the twisting path, I had learned to dodge them skillfully.

Realising that I had to actually focus on buying school supplies, I carefully slid my acceptance letter from my pocket, flipping through the attached list of necessary supplies.
“Nan, we need to go to Gringotts.” I concluded almost instantly, taking her by the hand and dragging her through the crowds and to the recognizable towering bank.

She was very suspicious of the goblins, to say the least. It took me a few whining words and a nudge to get her to stop staring. Eventually, with some heavy persuasion, I squeezed my school money out of her, exchanging it for Galleons.

Promising I would take full responsibility, I left my nan outside Florean Fortescue’s, much preferring to get my things without her assistance. It was just awkward to have her asking questions. Plus, she was quite enjoying sitting in the sun, getting absorbed in her book. 

Uniform wasn’t very hard to get. Books were easy to find too, although I narrowly avoided getting clobbered on the head by a falling stack. It turned out some bushy-haired girl had accidentally knocked them over, and she called an apology to me before I moved on. After dropping off what I had so far with my nan, who was talking to another apparent Muggle parent, I returned to item hunting.

A telescope, cauldron, set of glass phials, and a set of scales were dumped with her eventually, leaving me with just a wand and a pet to purchase. Excitedly, I dashed along the cobbles to Ollivander’s, auburn hair streaming behind me. This would be the most interesting part.

Ollivander greeted me with a smile, springing into life instantly. He seemed to know that I was a first year. I watched, slightly bemused, as he swooped around me, taking strange measurements and quizzing me occasionally. He presented me with a wand; rowan wood, dragon core, 11 and a half inches, slightly springy. A foolish wave later, and we were both aware that I was destined for it.

Just a pet to go. Eeylops Owl Emporium was interesting, to say the least. I must’ve spent ages wandering; owls were possibly my favourite of animals and they were all so beautiful and fascinating in their own right. The last I came to was a barn owl. I peered at him, brow raised, and he peered right back at me, giving a soft hoot of acknowledgement. A smile instantly crept across my face. This was my owl, definitely.

My nan shot me a perplexed look when I finally returned to her, questioning me on how on earth we’d carry all of the stuff to the station. I answered simply, telling her that we’d manage.

We did manage. On the ride home, I just couldn’t stop thinking about the fantastic adventure I was about to embark on.

I found myself willing for September to come, and fast.

(Okay, part two. I ramble quite a lot in this, but I enjoyed writing it. Yes, just like on Pottermore, I’m attending school at the same time as Potter and his friends. I shouldn’t think there’ll be too much interaction with the characters from the stories though. Just a little here and there. Read, give me feedback, ask me anything, whatever you’d like! Thank you!)

Okay you guys, I’m about to put chapter two of my Pottermore story.

Good news. I got in today! I’ve already gone as far as you can go and tried out nearly everything. It’s absolutely wonderful and so surreal. I was blown away. I am a Ravenclaw (I was so pleased) and I have a Rowan wood wand. 11 and a half inches, dragon core, slightly springy.

Trust me. Anyone who’s still waiting, be patient. It’s worth every minute, okay? c: And, congratulations to who also got in!

Okay, so I decided to do a little introduction post centering around me. Because I’m very good at talking about myself.

• My full name is Felicia-Jade Llewellyn.
• I’m fourteen.
• I have loved Harry Potter all my life.
• I am terrified of thunder storms, clowns, and spiders. They creep me out.
• I have never visited anywhere with owls or birds, but I’d really like to. I’d love to end up working with them if I don’t have a career in literature.
• I spend most of my time eating, sleeping, playing xbox, and writing. Oh, and daydreaming.
• I love school. Call me a nerd, but I just love it. Except chemistry. It’s the most tedious and awful subject ever.
• I think I should be in Ravenclaw house personally. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m a Slytherin.

I think that wraps it up. Sorry for my face. xD

The sun rose from behind the hills steadily, bathing the valley in a warm golden glow. The skies were painted in pale tones of orange and pink, with dotted white clouds lazily dragging along. It was still cold; the breeze chilled my bare toes as I wriggled them absentmindedly against the windowsill.

I was happily oblivious to the world around me, unaware that it would turn out to be a day that would change my life forever.

You can’t really enjoy the sights where I live. Not very often, anyway. No one appreciates how beautiful it is unless they see it at it’s best. For a good amount of time, the place is overrun with rain clouds or thick fog. However, that day it was clear; the first day it’d been pleasant for weeks. The mountainous land seemed greener than ever.

I pulled my cardigan closer around me and sighed, breath clouding before my face. I was sat on my window seat, with the window opened outwards, leaving me exposed to the elements. My nan was asleep next door. For me, it was a perfectly ordinary morning that was perfectly ordinary in every way.

That’s when I saw it.

There appeared to be some kind of avian fluttering towards me. I squinted, leaning forwards, a few copper locks slipping from the messy bun I’d pushed them up into. Yes, it was definitely a bird, and it was getting closer by the second.

Eventually, I could see it clearly. The bird in question was a beautiful tawny owl with large eyes. My heart instantly began to race when I noticed it was carrying something. Could it be?

The owl reached me quickly, perching on my windowsill next to my feet. Indeed, it was holding an envelope in it’s beak. I bit my lip, extending a shaking hand to gently take it. The bird hooted softly, before spreading it’s wings and taking off again, soaring off into the dawn.

I nearly screamed when I read the delicate handwriting scrawled along the front of the delivery.

Miss F. Llewellyn
The Room at the Top of the Stairs
83 Thicket Avenue
South Wales

In a hurry, I swung my legs back into my room and closed the window. It seemed a shame to open the envelope, but I decided I had to, breaking the seal very carefully and sliding the letter out. I had to try my hardest not to cry as I read it.

I’d been waiting for it my entire life. Everything I’d ever dreamed of was coming true. I had no idea how to explain it to my family, who clearly had no idea about magic at all, but that was the least of my concerns.

A perfectly ordinary morning, perfectly ordinary in every way, had taken the most important U-turn I’d ever experienced.

Congratulations, you are magical!

(Okay, I did enjoy writing this. I’ve yet to actually receive my welcome email, but I thought I’d make a start. c: Enjoy, leave feedback or whatever, go to my ask box, anything you like.)

I’m Felicia-Jade. I’m a Harry Potter fanatic from a small town in the south of Wales.

Here’s me. I’m the resident ginger, you see.

So. What I’ll be doing on this blog is writing small stories and drabbles based on my journeys through Pottermore. I don’t know if someone’s doing this already. If you are, I’m sorry. I’d just like to do this because my English teacher wants me to practice writing and told me that any work I hand in that is not of A* quality will be reassigned to me. It’ll be good if I can use this to hone my skills.

Anyway. My ask box is always open to questions, and I’d love feedback. Thank you! :3