"Frankie!" shouted my mum from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah mum?" I shouted back down to her. I thought it would be nothing important, but I was wrong.
"The young man from next door has come to meet the family could you come down please?” She said.
I heard her moving away from the bottom of the stairs and I jumped off my bed. I had see the new neighbours arrive, their son was extremely hot. Tall, blonde, slicked back, hair, pale, handsome and even from my window I had seen his startling but entrancing blue-y grey eyes.
I check myself in the mirror, normal, my black hair in ringlets, my big green eyes, with a little bit of mascara and blue eyeliner that seemed to make the green of my eyes shine, my lips, the normal red colour they always are naturally, with a clear sheen gloss on. After checking my face, I checked my low-rise jeans and body-hugging vest top for stains or marks, and then I made sure no one could see my wand.
I did one last check before turning to the door and walking down the stairs slowly, my black curls bouncing.
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