My Fantasy Dream Home

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So, this assignment is about imagery. I had to pick a book and find all seven types of imagery. I chose Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets because the series has a special place in my heart. I have to write a story about a wizard, what their home would look like, and include the imagery we learned.

I’m woken up to the sound of scuffling and squawking. I groggily sit up and see the cat pawing at Alabaster, my owl. I grab a shirt from the floor and throw it at the attacker, the cat jumps back, hisses at me, and runs out of the room. ‘I hate that cat’. I make my way over to Larry, avoiding the objects and piles of clothes strewn about the room. I opened the blinds, letting the bathe the plants on my window sill. I turn to Alabaster and run my fingers through his silky, soft, white plumage. I feel like I’m touching a cloud. I almost fall back asleep, when I hear another clang, this time from downstairs. I sighed, ‘What is that woman up too now?’.

I make my way down the carpeted stairs, letting my hand drag down the worn, mahogany banister. I make sure to glare at the stupid cat. I take a deep breath, smelling something sweet. Really sweet. Unbearably sweet. I gag, ‘Oh, that doesn’t smell right,’. I walk into the large, cluttered, kitchen, scanning the towers of dirty pots and pans. I try to cover my nose as subtly as possible, and give a nasally greeting. My mother turns around, cheery as ever, “Good morning love, how’d you sleep?”. “…Fine.”, I squint at her, trying to see what she’s hiding. She only calls me ‘love’ when she’s done something weird. And she hasn’t rushed over to give me the bone crushing ‘Good Morning’ hug either. No, she hasn’t moved and inch from the electric stove she absolutely despises. She stands there awkwardly, as if trying to cover something. I walk a few steps to my right, my mother rotating to mirror my actions. Okay, she’s definitely hiding something. It seems that she couldn’t take the silence any longer, “Have a seat! I’ll serve you up some breakfast!”.

I carefully sit at one of the bar stools parked at the marbled kitchen island. She drops a plate of what seemed to be breakfast in front of me. The dark…stuff on the plate contrasting with the white counter. It has the consistency of jello but melts as soon as my spoon touches, giving it the appearance of wet sand. I look around the kitchen seeing there is not a single pot or pan in sight. “Mom, where did you make this?”, I stare suspiciously at the so called meal in front of me. “In the cauldron room! You know I don’t like this muggle kitchen.” Of course the cauldron room, that dark damp room, with shelves full of mysterious poisons and unknown ingredients, the air always having a scent that you can’t quite place. Now I’m definitely unsure of whether it’s safe to eat. “Eat up sweetheart, we need to get going soon,”. I nod, grabbing my spoon with a shaking hand, and take a scoop of the…thing. It wobbles, then drips off the spoon. I take in the details of the lumpy, umber mixture. I strengthen my resolve and take the bite, swallowing it down, trying my best to avoid my tongue, but to no avail. I stiffen, tasting sugar that had been burned beyond belief. The taste that filled my mouth was that of fruit flavored antibiotics, the ones children take. I conjure a cup of water and down it. My mother looks at me expectantly, “Well? What did you think?”. I open my mouth, ready to speak my mind, but then we make eye contact. I see the anxiousness on her face. She wears a wavering smile, with doubt in her eyes. I force a smile, “It’s good,”. Relief now paints her face, a genuine smile replacing the previous one. Maybe I’ll feel satisfied with a white lie, just this once.

I check the old grandfather clock for the time. Its 7:30 already?! I violently push back my chair , practically falling out of it. “Love you Mom but I have to get ready!”, I fumble around the corner and take the stairs up double time. I hear my mother shriek, ‘I guess she saw the time too’. I slam my door open, hard enough to shake the pictures and posters on my wall. I get a shriek from Larry in response to my entrance. I run to my wooden vanity and scour the drawers for my hairbrush. I barely brush my hair, before I grab my wand and transfigure my pajamas into my school uniform. I still feel the warm tingle of magic on my skin, as I grab my bag run back downstairs. Making sure I had a breakfast bar after this mornings fiasco, I throw the door open and run out into the world.