I'm only gonna state this here at the beginning...I OWN NOTHING BUT MY CHARACTER AND THOUGHTS (THOUGH THOSE CAN BE DANGEROUS SOMETIMES) i try to write my story so that words that are italisized are thoughts and even though they don't like us to use all caps sometimes if a character is yelling i will use them. so if anyone has any suggestions on how to change that then i'm all ears.
Chapter One:
Life is a funny thing. Just when you think that you have it figured out it decides to do something totally out of the ordinary and suddenly you are behind the curve and struggling to learn about life again. I thought I had my life figured out, I thought I knew where I was going and what was going to happen. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to back track a bit and fill you in on me.
My name is Alexis Jade Matthews and believe it or not I'm also a witch. Technically I would probably be a half witch since my dad was a Muggle, or non-magic. My mom was originally from a small providence just outside of London but I can never remember the name of the place. As it was, she met my dad in London and, after a falling out with her family about him not being a wizard she left and moved to the states with him.
It turned out that my mom should have listened to her family, but not because he wasn't a wizard. He got her hooked on various drugs and then split the minute he found out she was pregnant. You might be thinking 'great a witch who was born with a drug habit', but mom checked into rehab almost as soon as my dad left. It wasn't until I was old enough to make my own meals that she slipped back into her old ways.
When I was eleven, I received an acceptance letter in the mail from Salem's Institute of Witch Craft and Wizardry, which I found odd because we lived in New York. (Ironic that one of the biggest cities for the witch-hunts would also be one of the only places for a school for witchcraft.) I showed the letter to my mom during one of her drug-free moments, and her reaction was to tear up the letter, and all subsequent letters that followed. Eventually they just quit coming.
I was thirteen when I joined my first gang, though looking back we were really just a bunch of punk kids. It wasn't long before I changed my appearance, darkening my already brunette hair and adding a few purple and green streaks. I started wearing clothes that didn't leave much to the imagination and got a few extra piercings (ears mostly with one through my lip and a stud in my nose).
I wasn't quite fifteen when life decided to throw me a curve-ball. It was the Friday before Spring Break; school was just about out when I got called into Mrs. Honey's office, the principal. Apparently she had been on the phone most of the day about something dealing with my mother, who had been rushed to the hospital earlier that morning with gunshot wounds to the chest and abdomen. My mother didn't survive, the drugs having ruined her system enough that she had died on the surgery table.
Mrs. Honey had been on the phone with the cops and the mayor for information on the care of me as we had no knowledge of next-of-kin. As it turned out, Mrs. Honey had worked it out to where I could finish the school year boarding at the school before being turned over to the state. I had entered an almost comatose state at this news but was able to nod an acknowledgement to what she was saying.
It was the second week of May when Mrs. Honey received a message from Mr. Cornelius Fudge from London. He had news about my next-of-kin. Apparently my mother had a brother who had been paying our rent, and when his check had been returned he had looked for information as to why. Having seen her obituary, he had immediately gone to see about taking me in. Everything was arranged for me to fly out the week after school ended. So it was that I was a fifteen year old orphan flying off to London to live with a family I didn't even know had existed until a month ago.
By the time I landed in London, I was pretty moody. I grabbed my carry-on, the rest of my luggage having already been shipped over, and headed to the exit. I glanced over the crowd and saw someone holding a sign with my name on it. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties with the same platinum blond hair my mother had. Our eyes met and I gave a quick nod before splitting off from the exiting crowd and making my way to him. "I'm A.J. Matthews. You're waiting for me," I said once a group of screaming teens passed.
"Alexis, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm sorry about your mother." He spoke as he led the way to his car. "As I'm sure you've guessed I'm your uncle. I realize we are close enough in age that calling me uncle will be just as odd to you as everything going on, so if you want you can call me either Mr. Malfoy, or just by my first name Lucius. Would you like to get some food first or just to go to the house?" I answered with a shrug and climbed in the passenger seat.
