Leighton sat in her room, watching the Empire State Building from her large window-- or rather glass wall. It was a beautiful sight; it was home. Yet, Leighton had gotten used to the calm Scottish land that Hogwarts accompanied. It was so different from the sprawling city of Manhattan. Not in a bad way... just in a... different way. Leigh couldn't really think of the right word to describe it.
Her iPod played music in the background and was drowned out by the city noises below. Leighton sighed softly and set her book down. She was going to have to adjust to Manhattan. Back at Hogwarts, it was so easy to sit down and read. There was nothing you have to tune out or yell at to shut up. Here though, Leigh had to regain her skill of focusing in on her current task. It was going to be difficult, but Leighton could accomplish it.
Suddenly, there was a pounding at her door. "Open," Leigh yelled at whoever was standing at the other side.
When the door open, her mother strolled in wearing a pair of-- what you can assume to be, expensive skinny jeans with a following black top. Her platinum blonde hair was piled precariously atop her head while her make-up was as flawless and natural as always. "I wanted to speak with you."
Leighton raised her eyebrows whilst straiting up in her velvet chair. "I'm all ears." she stated calmly and with a slight smile.
Alastair, her mother, smiled back and took a seat on Leigh's bed. "I know that you made some friends while at Hogwarts and we all know that is amazing for you." Alastair was taught to grow tough skin. Sow Dmitri, Leighton's father. So, they decided to be brutally honest with their kids to prepare them for the real world. "And, I was thinking that maybe you would like to invite on of them over." Alastair offered, brushing imaginary lint off of her jeans.
Leighton perked up when she heard that. She didn't know anyone very well besides Lyss. She also didn't know if Lyss' parents would allow her to travel all the way over to America. But, it was worth a shot. Leigh was sure Lyss would probably love to get away from her family and more specifically her cousin Scorpius.
"Sure mom, I'd love to have a friend come over. I'll just begin to write a letter right now."
Alastair made little reprimanding sounds with her tongue. "Not right now. Now its time to eat dinner. I had Marget make your favorite; chicken Parmesan." Alastair said with a smirk. Leigh's mother was disastrous in the kitchen. She was worst than Dmitri even.
Leigh stood up and her mother wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Together they walked downstairs chatting about boy they had seen at Bloomingdales that day.
