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I watched as my father struggled to carry the last few boxes up the porch, but before I had time to get up and help, my soon-to-be step-mom, Kim, had already shot out of the front door, giving him a helpful hand as he shot her a smile. I sighed, glancing away. I still hadn't gotten over the anguish I felt for my father, once he announced to my brothers and I, how he would be getting married to a woman at the office—a woman I feel like I don't know, even though she had been living with us for the past four months.

At that moment, it was bad enough that I had to cope with the thought of leaving America, the country I had grown up in, after Kim was informed that she was being promoted, and should immediately transfer to somewhere in London.

They disappeared through the door, as I was left alone in the cold air. I should probably get used to British weather. The thick fog in the wind constantly hovered over the damp pavements, as showers of rain poured over the street of Private Drive, our new home, ever so often.

"Alex." My eldest brother, Charlie, called, his eyes searching as he stood in the doorframe, not realising that I wasn't so far away.

I stood up, startling him. He placed a hand on his chest, steadying his breathing. "You scared me." He chuckled.

I shot him a weak smile, before pushing past him and heading inside our new house. I know I shouldn't be against him; he was just upset about the change as I was. Our mom had died a year ago, we were forced to move to a completely different country, as a new motherly figure barged her way through our family, expecting us to form a bond of her so suddenly. It was a lot to take in, in between such an approximate amount of time.

I heard him close the door behind us, as the weak frame shook on the hinges. The house was so torn apart, you could hear the faint wind breathe up the holes in the scratched walls. I could hear Kim and my father decorating the living room, as tins of paint were toppling on the floor, and worn out tape was being scraped off cardboard boxes.

Kevin, my other older brother, helped me in the kitchen with his unreliable cooking skills, as I heated a grilled chicken in the modern oven. Once the meat was cooked, served along with a dirty salad, the living room had already improved. The five of us ate around the dining table, the silence begged for conversation, that all of us lacked to imply. The only attempt of a conversation, was Charlie's leaving, after he and Kevin bickered over who would get the bigger bedroom. I excused myself after finishing only half of my meal, before taking the dish back inside the kitchen to wash it.

Ten minutes later, I could hear my father and Kim continue to decorate. I wasn't quite in the mood to help, so I wobbled up the screeching staircase and immediately shot inside the plain bathroom, leaning back on the bathtub as I allowed myself to bawl. When it had gotten to the time when I knew I looked a mess, my eyes were puffy and hot as my sleeve was drenched with drying tears, I pushed myself away from the bathroom, heading for the bedroom that I chose to be mine.

My window had the perfect view of the entire street. I saw a woman, with shoulder length brunette hair, a pointed nose, tight lips and pale skin, chatting obnoxiously to her neighbour over the garden fence. Their scrawny fingers were rudely pointed at the moving truck that directed us here, as frowns were playing on their horse-like features. I rolled my eyes. Great, such a marvellous equation this has turned out to be; not only have I moved half way across the world, but my neighbours are nothing but middle-aged gossipers. I'm sure they would get along with Kim, very well.

I heard a patter trail across the floor, as Daisy, my border collie, scattered through my room, jumping on my unstable bed with a creek. She seemed to be the only person who fully understood how I felt, during the entire move. I ran my fingers through her ruffled, warm, fur, as her eyes sparkled up at me, her wet tongue foolishly falling out of her mouth. I knew that look; it was the look of plead.

I chuckled, finding her leash in one of the boxes, my brothers probably brought up for me. I strapped it around her thick neck, before running down the stairs with her close behind.

"I'm taking Daisy for a walk," I called into the airy house, as I swung open the front door and walked out, not giving them a chance to respond as it shut tight behind me.

The evening weather was thick and mild, as I automatically threw my brown curls up into a loose ponytail, hoping the fresh layer of sweat on the back of my neck would evaporate.

I had no idea where to take her. Daisy loved walks, even if they were in a new neighbourhood; she was a constant happy dog, with warm eyes and a wagging tail. She galloped beside me as we strolled down the street. I felt eyes stare holes into my back—probably the neighbours, taking a first look at the new family that had moved in.

All the houses were the same on Private Drive; same leaky roof, same primary colour front door, same tinted windows, same narrow driveway, same red-bricked walls and same luminous garden fronts; I frowned at it's boredom, it was such a mirrored street, I would be lucky to return to my rightful home, instead of accidently cruising through a stranger's house, not realising my mistake. Now that would be the cherry-on top of the disastrous cake.

We came across a small park, that was just in the middle of the estate. I noticed a group of five boys, probably a year older or so, surrounding the swing set, unhealthily breathing in the nasty stench of tobacco as they each held a cigarette.

I silently opened the gate and went inside. I didn't feel like encountering with them, so I kept my distance, heading towards the slide. I knew this wasn't such a great walk for Daisy, but I clearly wasn't in the mood and she didn't seem to mind. I sat at the bottom of the cold-metalled slide, watching as Daisy sat beside my feet, her eyes warily watching the group of boys, who were now idiotically laughing.

I was staring down at the floor, when I saw a pair of Nike trainers step beside me. I looked up; A beefy boy was looking down at me, through his watery blue eyes. Acne covered his pudgy pink face, as he smugly stood with his chubby hands in his pockets. His gold hair seemed to be glued to his egg-head with thick sweat that covered the top of his brow. I almost frowned in disgust—I wasn't interested in the football player type of guys, and this one was definitely a creep.

"Hey there," he smirked.

"Hi." I smiled politely, glancing away, wishing he'd leave. His friends had turned silent behind his shoulder. I heard him sigh with frustration.

"You new around here?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied awkwardly, not looking at him in the eye.

"There's no need to be rude," he spat. "I only came over here to welcome you to Private Drive. And maybe offer a hanging out some time?" He smiled, thinking that he had a chance. His friends were laughing hysterically now, thinking it was the funniest matter in the world.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not interested." I nervously said, standing and moving to leave him. I wasn't really tempted to stay and the atmosphere wasn't comforting. He forcefully grabbed my arm, his grip tightening on my skin. The feeling of his touch sent an unpleasant chill to thrive up my spine. Daisy lunged for the boy; forcing him to let me go, but because I had a good hold on her leash, she couldn't reach him.

I felt my cheeks burn, I was embarrassed at this boys' forwardness. I tried to prevent myself from looking uneasy. "Stay away from me." I threatened, trying to sound strong; he was far bigger than me and I was outnumbered. But the shakiness in my voice denied to fade away. Daisy was growling menacingly now, and if the boy didn't let go, it would leave me with no choice but to unleash her on him. He dropped my arm as his eyes switched to a barking Daisy. He didn't look affected at all by her, even if she was bearing all her sharp teeth. He seemed distracted by something that was over my shoulder, as his unattractive eyes narrowed into a despised glare.

"Come on, Dudley!" Laughed one of his friends. "Leave the skank alone. Jason's got more vodka from the corner-shop. Let's—Oh great, here's your weirdo cousin!"

I didn't look over my shoulder to see who they were all staring at. I stumbled back, still humiliated at how he grabbed me, as it sent atrocious memories to flash back into my mind. I whacked into something hard, my cheeks flushed, as I walked around them, not bothering to see who I bumped into, nor to say sorry. I tried my best pulling Daisy away, as she continued to snarl; she wasn't usually the aggressive type, but I knew she took an immediate disliking to this Dudley boy. I wanted to get back home, I was far too embarrassed about my chaotic impression to care that Daisy hadn't had a proper walk; although she seemed stressed out enough.

When I got back home, all downstairs lights were off, as the gloomy lampshade on the upstairs landing was faintly glowing. I unhooked Daisy's leash, and she immediately made her way towards her bed on the patio kitchen floor, sprawling out her all fours before falling on the cotton bed; exhausted. I locked the front door, before making way to bed, myself.

When I stepped foot inside my simple room, I whipped out my wand from my boot, almost forgetting that it was there, as I waved it around in the air;

"Old room fade away, as a brighter one replaces the decorating that's cheap, let the room renew to something tasteful, so I can have my goodnight's sleep."

The boxes that were laying untouched on the floor, all emptied as my old gatherings from my last bedroom, flew on to empty shelves and closets. The white splintered wooden floor, transformed into a warm Sapphire carpet, as the stained wallpaper modified to a light purple paint. I smiled as the smell of stale dust altered and a pleasant fresh smell of lemon and ginger replaced the awful stench. My bed grew a few inches wider, as the unstable metalled bars renewed to firm wooden legs.

I smiled; I loved magic.

I crawled into fresh, silk sheets, after changing into my flannel pyjama's, already feeling sleep fall over. But what I didn't know was, as my eyes were fluttering closed, someone with vivid green eyes was watching me.