When I found out my father was taking me out of Durmstrang for the remainder of my education and transferring me to Hogwarts I was originally pissed. How could he expect me to go to school in a completely different country for my fifth, sixth, and seventh year?
After I had practically a meltdown and used a few curses I probably shouldn't my father elaborated for me. Father sat me down in the living room where we had a view of the coast line and sighed, "Emiliya, you need to understand why I'm doing this. You of all people know I love Durmstrang, it was a second home to me when I was a student and I hoped the same for you too, but recently it has become darker than before and I know you aren't meant for the Dark Arts. But your mind is quite pliable when it comes to the two sides, your mother and I can see that and we don't want to lose you to that. I have a very old friend who lives in England and her two children attend Hogwarts and your mother and I believe it best you be sent there."
"But Father, I just used dark magic! See? I can do it, I can be like the rest of the school," I pleaded. I didn't want to leave my friends and life here!
"That's the problem Emiliya, you can use dark magic so easily and I want to prevent that."
"Don't pretend you never used the Dark Arts!"
"I never claimed that, but you and I are very different. I see so much of your mother in you and she would have never lasted at Durmstrang. She originally didn't want you going there, but I convinced her to let it happen. Though now I side with her on the matter."
"The school contacted you about my scores didn't they?" I asked accusingly.
"That too. You are nowhere near where they expect you to be-"
"That's because I'm constantly being compared to you when you were my age and you were a damn prodigy!"
"Language! At Hogwarts there will be no comparison, except maybe in Quidditch."
"And that's something I can actually compete with you in," I said smugly, "I still don't want to go."
"You have no say in the matter, The Headmistress has already accepted you and we are visiting her tomorrow."
I stormed out of the house yelling, "I hate both of you so much!"
I practiced Quidditch well into the night to blow off steam and get my mind off the fact that I would be uprooting my entire life. I could always run away to Bisera's family, they loved me, but Father would know I went there. I thought of other places, but at the end I knew what he was saying was true. I couldn't excel in the curriculum because it was so Dark Arts based and my magic wouldn't conform to that no matter how hard I tried. I was always in my Headmaster's office for it and he was always threatening to take me off the Quidditch team, but he never would. The team needed me. My talent for Quidditch was one of the few things I inherited from my father- that and his dark looks. I was flying before I could walk and shortly after he began training me in the old-fashioned Bulgarian way.
I would miss having the coast to train on when I leave. When a storm was forming and coming in off the water was my favorite time to train. If you can play in winds and rain like that, you can play in anything is my philosophy.
I also loved training with my father before his season started because that was when he was the most intense. Mother always shook her head at us, we would only take breaks to eat and sleep and the routine would start all over at dawn.
I wonder how serious Hogwarts is about Quidditch… They better be serious, I plan on following my father's footsteps as Bulgaria's seeker and I need a rigorous schedule to obtain that goal and hard teams to face.
