When my aunt came into my room, Friday evening, I knew something was wrong. She is usually never up so late. She waits in the door, looking a bit undecisive before entering. She leans on my desk and stares at me, as if possibly being able to discern all of my secrets through the side of my head, and as if she is not entirely sure I am actually there. My aunt is in that age where her memory starts to abandon her, though it shouldn't be that bad yet.

-Say, Draco? She asks, only hesitating a little bit in the beginning. I give her a surprised look (wich, in my case, is a single raised eyebrow). She almost sounds worried. Key word; almost.

When she notices my "surprised" look, from my horizontal position on my bed, with phone in hand, she continues.

-Do you actually know what you want to do woth your life? Her forehead is wrinkling in that peculiar way, that only old people with wrinkles can do. I only barely resist the need to roll my eyes. We've had this particular talk many times, with little to zero progress. The last few years in her company have been rather… difficult, to put it mildly. We do not get along, at all. I wan't to start working, but she doesn't think that that is good enough. I have to continue my education, she says. That would be for the best, she says.

Well… I disagree.

So, now, here we are again. Acording to her, I am not giving her an honest answer. It is obvious that I wasn't thinking clearly when I said that I wanted to start working. She keeps telling me, again and again, that it's okay to change ones mind; to change your mind.

It's okay. Of course it's okay and I know that already.

She claims that it would be for the best if I had a bit more time to think.

-Wich is why I am sending you to boarding school for a year, she says. It almost sounds as if it was a tough descission. I know it wasn't. It never would be.

Because she has given up… just like everyone else. They also gave up. I don't know why or what I did wrong, but they still gave up.

-I've seen your grades, she continues on, with barely a pause. Once again I lift an eyebrow as if to say so what? Is that a reason to send me to boarding school?

-You're grades are not nearly good enough, if you are going to attend high school or university

Please note the way she formulated that. Going to… not want to. Oh, no I'm going to attend highschool and university. Thusly I have to attend boardingschool, to get better grades. I must admit I am surprised that she was able to get me in to one of the schools. We are in the middle of summerholidays. It's probably not one of the most sought after. Well enough for my aunt to spend money on, but not so expensive that it matters. It's probably the cleaning they got rid of, to save money.

I'm sitting in my own thoughts an doesn't notice her exit the room. The door closes behind her with hardly a sound. My room is dark again. The light that had been in the room dissappeared together with her. I start to wonder if she did that on purpose, but fortunently I fall asleep before I get to far in my depressing thoughts.

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Next morning there is the usual silence at the breakfasttable. It's obvious that she is dissatified. I don't know why. I've never said anything to insult her.

-When the holidays are over I'll drive you to the school. I have enrolled you in the linguistics line of study, she said, a tad selfsatisfied

I'm honestly not that surprised. After all I'm supposed to attend High School. It wouldn't matter if I didn't take the subjects she thought were important.

I nod, without saying anything. There is nothing to say. I've tried. It doesn't work. I've yelled, I've screamed and begged, but she allways gets it the way she want it to be. Now I've learned to live with it.

Besides…

… she's already given up