so hey guy's this is just and idea I've had going around in my head for a while so let me know if you think I should continue it or not!

I sit up on the mattress I slept on and run a hand through my thick blonde hair. I took a deep breath as I remembered today was my mother's birthday. Yay, not. My mother, father and brother despise me, the only reason I'm not disowned was so they can keep up their image as the 'perfect pure blood family' the ones that never have problems and were amazingly rich. They do not want anyone to know under any circumstance they're daughter is a blood traitor.

But oh well I didn't mind much, I don't really like them much either. They are far too much up their own asses. They don't like my 'freak like' ways, my dry humour or slightly weird personality. They don't like the way I dress. Or the way I look. I look too much like my Gran apparently and they don't like her, so yeah not a good thing.

I stretch and make my way over to my small vanity table. As always the first thing I did was look myself in the eye. Today they were a piercing gray colour, they could be blue tomorrow, and they always change. I grab my wand and perform a charm on my hair to tame it into loose curls then fixed it into a bun holding git in place with my wand.

I put on a soft white cotton dress that came down to my knees it looked alright but it was nothing particularly special. Taking a second look I decided to pull it up a bit and make it shorter. Now grinning I skipped down the stairs, feeling, happy and bubbly. As I got to the bottom of the stairs I bumped into my brother Kano.

"Mourning, Kano" I say still smiling.

"Morning, muggle lover" he sneered at me and turned towards the dining room. With that the smile left my face, and far away. I followed him into the room and watched as he wished mother a happy birthday and received an adoring look.

Father then looked at me and looked at me with a somewhat disappointed look, as if he was disappointed that I was his daughter. "Well aren't you going to wish your mother a happy birthday?"

I walked over to my mother and awkwardly wrapped my arms around her. "Happy birthday mother" I said in a robotic voice. She nodded in a cold, disinterested way. I walked over to my seat in the middle of the long dark wood table.

We ate in silence for a while before mother took a good look at me. "Aille, why can't you put some work into your appearance? You could be so beautiful! You pull down the reputation of the family we are pure bloods and should look and dress like pure bloods should, to be respectable"

I snorted trying to cover up my laugh my delusional family had decide that we were respected by the wizarding world for being so up ourselves that we try and fit in and be a 'normal pure blood family'. If you find a sane pure blood family do let me know because I have yet to find one.

"Stop it! That is not very lady like, why couldn't we have had a lady like daughter" my mother said looking at me in distain.

"Oh," my ever dramatic mother carried on "she's so horrible to us, she never listens. She always brings down the family name" my eyes started to sting.

"I know dear, but at least we'll be rid of her soon once she's graduated she can move out, can't you Aille"

"Yes father" I whispered.

"I don't understand, Edgar" my mother stated. "We gave her the name Aille hoping she would be beautiful! Why can't she be beautiful and... And a normal pure blood? Aille why do you feel the need to bring down the respectable name of the Agostino's?" she looked down her nose at me. My mother and I look nothing alike she has short mousy brown hair, has tanned skin, is stick thin and 5"11, whereas I am blonde, curvy, 5"6 and pale. I don't mind being pale to be honest I can't imagine being tanned. It would ruin all the rumours going around that I am a vampire at school

My brother on the other hand looks like my mother. Only he's taller and very masculine and muscled. They've always adored him and his stuck up demeanour. Apparently I spent too much time with my old tutor Xenophilius Lovegood. A lovely, kind hearted man. He gave me many of the muggle books I own. It's through these muggle books I learnt of qualities such as love, friend ship and individuality. You know the sort of stuff a mother might want her daughter to learn.

However my mother would rather teach me how to hide emotions, show coldness, favouritism and deceitfulness. Oh and hate anger and the art of being stuck so far up your own ass you can't see, just like she's doing now.

"My dear you really need to dress more appropriately, for the sake of the family name if nothing else."

My father and brother nodded in agreement. "Yeas Aille, don't forget your mothers ball tonight, you must give the right impression of our family."

"I have a dress you can wear I will have one of the house elves bring it up to your room later. I'm sure you'll love it"

"Mother I am not perfect stop trying to make me so!"

"But dear this ball is very important, you need to look immaculate. Just like your mother" my father said.

"Because there are many famous people attending even the minister of magic!" my mother went on "and the Malfoys, the Potters and the Weaselys"

So that was the first chapter should I continue? Reveiw and let me know! xoxo