Disclaimer: This is really annoying. Fine. I don't own HP. End of story. Everything is hers; except for the stuff I'm inventing, such as Ellis and the characters.
"Here we are," her father said, unlocking the door.
His daughter stepped inside of the house, looking around.
"Wow," she said.
"It's not much," he said, setting down her bags, "But it's home."
"I like it," she breathed. The house was nice and down to earth; the accents making it feel very homey.
"What's that?" she asked, pointing to a picture.
"That's a Van Gogh," he said absently, setting down the keys.
"A V-Van Gogh?" she stuttered, staring at it.
"Yes. It's Starry Night, don't you recognize it?"
She cocked her head and studied the painting. "I'm not exactly artistically trained. Is it real?"
"No. Just a very well made replica," he grinned, walking over to the painting. It was hanging next to a mirror. He picked up her bags.
"Shall we visit your room?"
"Sure," she grinned. They walked over to the stairs and climbed them to the top. There were four rooms, he explained: his room, the work room, the bathroom, and is soon to be, her room. He opened the door and she gasped. It was painted a very pretty sea blue. The bed was white with blue and green pillows. Next to it was a dresser with a mirror, and a closet on the other side.
She looked around. "This is...great!"
"You like it?" he asked, pleased. "Your mum told me what you like."
"I love it," she replied ecstatically, walking on the wood covered floors, sitting on the bed. It was very comfortable.
"Thanks, Dad," she grinned. "This is the best."
He smiled and pointed to a sign above her head. She stood up and turned around.
She smiled. There was a blue plaque hanging above the bed. It was covered in very pretty shells and sequins.
Engraved on the plaque was this name: Alyson Trevelyan.