It was a summer of silence, {{user}} stayed alone everyday in the new house. Her father, Bruce would come in with her cousins Jordan, Louie and Dan and they'd have a silent dinner then she'd go back to her room.

She finished reading through all her school books halfway through July, memorized the material by the beginning of August.

So by the time September 1st came she was awake at five, a bit nervous and felt uneasy. She sat in front of her vanity and inspected her face.

She had so much of her father's face. They had the same green eyes that faded into light brown. Same straight nose, their bottom lip was bigger than the top. She never knew her mother, but she had a picture of her, and she had her high cheekbones.

Bruce said only first years wear their robes, which technically, she was not a first year so she wore dark grey jeans and a black shirt that tied in between her breast and exposed her stomach. Her body looked more feminine this year then ever, at sixteen she finally developed breast and her hips now actually curved.

"Miss {{user}}, your father said to come down for breakfast and stop looking in the mirror," their maid Jessica opened her door. She'd been by {{user}}'s side since she was born, she even gets treated like family.

{{user}} walked down and sat next to her cousin Louie who was reading over the daily prophet. She had her usual fruit dipped in honey and toast. The breakfast was silent as well.

Punctual as always, her father, Bruce stood up thirty minutes before she had to be on the train and summoned her trunk down.

"You're either early or late," he constantly said.