Autobiography of a First-Year Hufflepuff
written by Esme Crescent
Hello there! My name is Esme Cresent, and I'm here to tell you my story. I'm just a typical Hogwarts student, a first-year muggleborn Hufflepuff. This autobiography takes place in the time of Harry Potter. As a muggleborn who is new to the wizarding world, I'm learning new, amazing things every single day! I decided to document my experience as a Hogwarts student, so that I can share everything with my family and friends. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! (This book is a work in progress)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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A Very Strange Bird
Chapter 1
Esme Crescent woke up at 7:30 AM to the unpleasant sound of her alarm. Instead of opening her eyes, she squeezed them even tighter shut and rolled over. She willed the annoying BRIIIIIING BRIIIIIING to stop.
Because she had her eyes shut tight, she did not see it happen. But she heard it. Her alarm clock began to hover a foot above her bedside table, then it shot across the room, as if flung by an invisible arm. It hit the opposite wall and fell down behind a half-stocked bookshelf.
Esme heard a series of loud bangs, and she heard the alarm shudder to a stop. She sat bolt upright, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and hopped out of her bed, sending her blanket flying. She reached for her clock, but was surprised to see that it was not on her bedside table as usual. She put on her rectangular glasses and began to search.
It only took a quick look behind the little bookshelf in the corner, she stuck her hand down and fished it out. She quickly examined the screen for any cracks, but miraculously, the surface was perfectly intact, and it seemed to be be functioning as usual.
Esme was now much too awake to get back into bed. She got dressed, then walked down the hall, past her little sister's room, and into the living room.
Everything was normal, besides, of course, the floating alarm clock. She fed the dog and took him out for a walk, made breakfast, and did the laundry. Her parents were at work early every morning, but Esme didn't mind taking care of herself. It was sort of exciting to be in charge.
That was when she heard a very strange noise. It sounded as though something was trying to break down the front door. She decided this must be somebody's way of knocking, and opened the door only to shriek in surprise.
Behind the glass door was an enormous brown owl!
Esme was completely perplexed. The dog, Fido, began to bark uncontrollably. What was an owl doing at their front door, in broad daylight? It pecked at the glass, then looked up at her. Then she realized that it had something clutched in its beak. Was all it wanted to deliver this to her?
Assuming it was only a dead rodent of some kind, she slowly opened the door, never taking her eyes off the owl. It fluttered into the house and dropped the thing it was holding at Esme's feet. As she stooped down to pick it up, she realized that it was not a half-eaten animal, but a letter! And a very old-fashioned one at that. The envelope was made of parchment and held closed by a red seal.
At that moment, Esme's six-year-old sister Abigail walked into the room, holding a stuffed rabbit and yawning. Esme put the letter in the pocket of her jeans and turned to where the owl had been, only to discover that it was gone. She looked out through the open doorway, and saw a small figure flying away into the horizon.
"What's all this racket about?" Abigail mumbled, still not fully awake.
"Nothing Abi, go back to sleep." Esme replied, closing the door and silently resolving to read the letter privately.
"I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?"
"I've made toast and bacon." Esme led her sister to the kitchen, but she couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious letter-delivering owl.
As it turned out, Esme would not have time to read her letter until late afternoon, due to a series of frustrating events involving Abigail, the dog, and the hose. When she finally had a moment to spare, she rushed to her bedroom, took out the letter, and began to examine it closely.
On the front of the envelope, written in emerald green ink, Was her full name, her address, and, shockingly, "The Bedroom Down the Hall". One thing was certain, this letter was most definitely meant for her. She opened the envelope, careful not to damage the seal, and pulled out a piece of parchment. She began to read the bright green words:
"Dear Ms. Crescent,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall"
Because she had her eyes shut tight, she did not see it happen. But she heard it. Her alarm clock began to hover a foot above her bedside table, then it shot across the room, as if flung by an invisible arm. It hit the opposite wall and fell down behind a half-stocked bookshelf.
Esme heard a series of loud bangs, and she heard the alarm shudder to a stop. She sat bolt upright, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and hopped out of her bed, sending her blanket flying. She reached for her clock, but was surprised to see that it was not on her bedside table as usual. She put on her rectangular glasses and began to search.
It only took a quick look behind the little bookshelf in the corner, she stuck her hand down and fished it out. She quickly examined the screen for any cracks, but miraculously, the surface was perfectly intact, and it seemed to be be functioning as usual.
Esme was now much too awake to get back into bed. She got dressed, then walked down the hall, past her little sister's room, and into the living room.
Everything was normal, besides, of course, the floating alarm clock. She fed the dog and took him out for a walk, made breakfast, and did the laundry. Her parents were at work early every morning, but Esme didn't mind taking care of herself. It was sort of exciting to be in charge.
That was when she heard a very strange noise. It sounded as though something was trying to break down the front door. She decided this must be somebody's way of knocking, and opened the door only to shriek in surprise.
Behind the glass door was an enormous brown owl!
Esme was completely perplexed. The dog, Fido, began to bark uncontrollably. What was an owl doing at their front door, in broad daylight? It pecked at the glass, then looked up at her. Then she realized that it had something clutched in its beak. Was all it wanted to deliver this to her?
Assuming it was only a dead rodent of some kind, she slowly opened the door, never taking her eyes off the owl. It fluttered into the house and dropped the thing it was holding at Esme's feet. As she stooped down to pick it up, she realized that it was not a half-eaten animal, but a letter! And a very old-fashioned one at that. The envelope was made of parchment and held closed by a red seal.
At that moment, Esme's six-year-old sister Abigail walked into the room, holding a stuffed rabbit and yawning. Esme put the letter in the pocket of her jeans and turned to where the owl had been, only to discover that it was gone. She looked out through the open doorway, and saw a small figure flying away into the horizon.
"What's all this racket about?" Abigail mumbled, still not fully awake.
"Nothing Abi, go back to sleep." Esme replied, closing the door and silently resolving to read the letter privately.
"I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?"
"I've made toast and bacon." Esme led her sister to the kitchen, but she couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious letter-delivering owl.
As it turned out, Esme would not have time to read her letter until late afternoon, due to a series of frustrating events involving Abigail, the dog, and the hose. When she finally had a moment to spare, she rushed to her bedroom, took out the letter, and began to examine it closely.
On the front of the envelope, written in emerald green ink, Was her full name, her address, and, shockingly, "The Bedroom Down the Hall". One thing was certain, this letter was most definitely meant for her. She opened the envelope, careful not to damage the seal, and pulled out a piece of parchment. She began to read the bright green words:
"Dear Ms. Crescent,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall"
