OC Character Descriptions:

Name: Beatrice (Bea) Lynn Sallow
Sex: Female
Hair: Mocha brown ringlets, hangs to her waist
Eyes: Electric blue
Height: 5'6"
Body Type: Hourglass

Name: Lucette (Luce) Anne Gastrell
Sex: Female
Hair: Golden red curls, hangs to shoulder blades
Eyes: Stormy grey
Height: 5'6"
Body Type: Triangle

"Happy birthday, Bea!" my best friend's voice yanked me from my dream, one where I had been snogging with some really hot bloke.

I groaned. "Luce, couldn't you have let me sleep for fivemore minutes?" I asked desperately. Luce sat next to me on my bed.

"Who were you dreaming about this time?" she asked. We'd been best mates for over six years, so she knew me well enough.

I sat up and hugged my pillow. "I don't even know! He was a really hot bloke, though. He had messy black hair, wore black wire glasses, had chocolate brown eyes, and he was taller than me! Tall and muscular!" I relayed.

Luce grinned, saying, "Sounds perfect for you, then!"

I opened my mouth to tell her about him more, when Mum called from downstairs, "Beatrice! Lucette! Breakfast is ready!"

I grinned hugely. "She probably made us waffles. Let's go!"

We bounded down the stairs, excited that Mum made waffles. They were the best thing you could ever taste.

"Morning Mum!" I said brightly as Luce and I sat at the table.

Mum walked over and kissed my forehead as she put plates in front of us. "Happy sixteenth birthday, love!"

"Thank you!" I mumbled with my mouth full of bacon.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Dad said as he came into the kitchen.

"Morning, Daddy!" I said after I swallowed my last bite.

"What are you girls doing today?" he asked.

I was about to respond when Luce interrupted, "I'm going to take her shopping!"

Mum took interest in this. "Oh, what for, dear?" she asked. Often times, she treated Luce like another daughter. Being mates since we were only ten probably aided this.

"Well, it's for her birthday present," Luce responded, and I shot her a look. She was quick to say, "It's not what you think! I didn't forget! I know exactly what I'm getting you! the shop owner just told me to bring you there to get it!"

I looked at her with a teasing-suspicious look. Luce stuck her tongue out at me as Mum said, "That sounds fun! Beatrice, your father and I both have to work today, so you may do what you wish until tonight. How about we meet at the restaurant at eight o'clock?"

"Sounds good to me!" I grinned. "Love you! Have a good day at work!" After a few parting words from Mum and Dad, Luce and I were alone. We immediately ran up to my room to get ready.

"I still don't understand why you don't have your parents call you Bea. Beatrice sounds too, I don't know, stick-up-your-arse-ish for you," Luce said as I searched through my closet for something to wear. I settled on my blue-plaid skirt with a white tank top.

"Same reason why you have everyone call you Lucette rather than Luce; we have out nicknames for each other, and only each other. It would be the weirdest thing ever if someone other than you started calling me Bea," I responded as we both changed. Luce decided to wear a jean skirt and a red strapless shirt.

We went into the bathroom to do our makeup quickly. I didn't put on any shadow, rather opting for purple eyeliner and black mascara that somehow managed to make my eyes even more blue. I simply brushed out my mocha brown ringlets, not feeling like doing anything special.

Luce left her golden-red curls virtually untouched, while applying grey and blue eye shadow to accent her stormy blue eyes. They were the type of eyes that when she was calm, they could be as blue as the ocean; when they turn gray, however, it could be worse than a hurricane with how mad she got. Before leaving, I grabbed a jumper. It wasn't that cold out-it was London, after all-but I just felt some force propelling me to grab it.

I stopped at the bus stop, as we normally did when we were going to the mall, but Luce laughed. "Come on, Bea! Where we're going, we can't take a bus," she said.

I could tell that I had a confused expression, but I followed. We talked while we walked, me mostly describing the bloke from my dream. We were starting to walk in the shady part of town when we stopped in front of a store.

Through the window, I could see that everything inside was sort of morose. It had a very dark setting, with centimeters of dust upon nearly everything. I could even spot a few skulls. It was pretty safe to say that I was creeped out.

Just my luck when Luce pulls open the door and walks in.

I try to not touch anything. I could feel a sense of foreboding hanging over us.

"Hello? Anyone home?' Luce called out. Her and I stuck out here, with our bright colours on.

A man stepped out from behind a curtain. He reflected the mood of the shop perfectly, with dark clothes and hair, and a very mean look. His face brightened, if possible, when he saw Luce. "Ah, you're the girl that wanted the book!"

"What book?" I asked, intrigued.

Luce ignored me. She said, "Yes, the super rare one."

The man disappeared for a moment and came back with a package; it was indeed book shaped.

"What book did you get me?" I asked Luce eagerly.

Luce got a twinkle in her eye. "An original copy of The Philosopher's Stone. Signed by JK Rowling, printed with the first few that were ever printed."

I gasped out loud. The Philosopher's Stonewas my favourite of the Harry Potter books, and was probably my favourite book of all time. The man took the wrappings off and I glimpse the cover, of Harry trying to catch the golden snitch.

I crushed Luce to me in a hug. "You are the best best mate a girl could have!" I squealed. "I love you so much!"

"You're welcome," Luce laughed as she hugged me back.

We both stepped forward to receive the book. I reached my hand forward, but the man pulled the book back a bit.

"You must both touch it at the exact same time. Noacceptions."

"Okay...?" Luce said, confused. I looked at her and we both reached forward to grab it. The moment our skin came in contact with the hardback cover, I knew that something was wrong. I felt something turn over in my stomach, as if it were being flipped over inside of me. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I felt like someone had attached something to my belly button and was pulling me forward with it.

And then everything but Luce disappeared.

Hello everyone! Sorry about this chapter being so short. The next one will be much longer. I've already written it ^-^ One thing that you should know about me real quick is that I write all my writings in journals, usually in class while my teachers are example, I've already written up to chapter four of this. The problem is, I'm usually to busy with homework to type everything up, but my best mate has been riding my arse to type everything up. Hopefully I'll get it all done quickly for you lot!
Enjoy!
~Griffie7198