The new neighbour down the hall practiced scream therapy in his shower almost every day. The first time I heard him, I stood in the bathroom listening at our shared wall for ten minutes, debating the wisdom of calling the police. It was very different from living in the duplex over middle-aged Mr. and Mrs. Brown and their two young sons in Duluth.
Mother say I would have the voice of an angel if it wasn't for choosing to sing at the top of my lungs well showering at 4am every morning. My mother is an international superspy code name Black Widow so from the moment I was born I have been training. My mother and I move around a lot never staying in that same place long the longest I remember was 3 months when she was working a big job in France. I first learned about the wizarding world when I was four and on the run from one of my mother's jobs gone wrong. I remember quite clearly how we stumbled through the entrance to 'завороженный переулок' a black mark alcove in Russia. We had been caught in a dead end back street in the undergrounds of Moscow. The death grip she had on my arm was causing bruising as she was shielded me from the alleyway opening. Forcing me behind her against the wall shielding from oncoming attacks we fell through the entrance barriers to the alley. After the shock of realising we had somehow fallen through a wall into a place which our attacks could not reach.
Mother bundled me up in her arms and started towards the first bar she saw walking her face not giving away how shocked she was by all the flying glasses the waitress near the door caught site of us and asks "О, боже мой голубчик , ты в порядке ? Вы хотели бы помочь? Есть кто-нибудь я мог грипп для вас?"[1] Just as mother was about to respond an associated of hers stood up from the bar grabbing us into a hug "Наталья душка это было такое долгое время , ты выглядишь как дерьмо , но не волнуйтесь, меня и промахов будет у вас , и вы немного один фиксированный в кратчайшие сроки ."[2] letting go he made his way towards the door holding it open he looked back "Теперь пойдем мы не имеем весь день"[3]. By night fall we were back to perfect health and had a fair understanding or the Russian Wizarding World.
Throughout the years of traveling I learnt about the society I was destined to be a part of from locations all across the world. At 11 years of age I proficient in a wide range of wordless wandless magic of both dark and light, I had mastered Occlumency and Legilimency, I understood 17 languages of which I could speak 10 fluently, I knew over a hundred ways to kill a man without a weapon or magic and will probably be the most dangerous 11-year-old you would every meet.
On the morning of my 11th birthday I received school offer letters from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in the Pyrenees of France, Castelobruxo in the Amazon rainforest Brazil, Durmstrang Institute in Scandinavia peninsula, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Eastern North America, Koldovstoretz in Russia, Mahoutokoro School of Magic in Minami Iwo Jima Japan, the Uagadou School of Magic in the Mountains of the Moon of Uganda and one from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Highlands of Scotland.
When mother got home we went throw the pros and cons of each school and eliminated school after school from the list until we were down to either Beauxbatons Academy or Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After consulting with mothers many contacts in the wizarding world we sent my acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
[1] "oh my goodness deary, are you okay? would you like some help? is there anyone i could flu for you?"
[2] "Natalia darling it's been such a long time, you look like shit but don't worry me and the misses will have you and you little one fixed up in no time."
[3] "Now come along we don't have all day."