Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter I just own Blythe Cornelius!
Intro again:After being bitten by her rabid voodoo doll with wings, Blythe Cornelius just dismisses the pain and attends Hogwarts with high hopes of having a regular school year. But what's a regular school year when attending Hogwarts with a hybrid that has multiple personalities?
P.S.: (The words in bold is one voice and the words in italics is another voice in Blythe's head)
I still can't believe the fact that I'm actually going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Home schooling was beneficial when I was eight, but I'm sixteen now and my parents think I should be socializing with people my age. I know that I'm five years late, but my pureblood mom taught me the same curriculum the kids were learning from the first year to the seventh year since she knew somebody from the inside.
I...errr...wish that I will fit in!
No...just don't give a flying fuck about what people have to say about me...
That will work just fine if I don't want any friends...
You know what fuck friends...yeah!
But then who will I talk with at lunch?
Fuck them, being an individual is the way to go! Conscience can I get a testimony please?
Silence engulfed my head.
Fuck you conscience, you are a worthless piece of space.
"Blythe, are you almost ready to go?" My mom said, walking through my bedroom's doorframe. "Stop playing with your doll and put your school robe on so I can take a picture of you before you leave." My mom said, waving a her wand.
I immediately put my brown voodoo doll with white stitches on the wooden floor and slipped on my new black robe. I paused to catch my reflection looking back at me in the handheld mirror my mom was holding. A pair of enticing grey almond shaped eyes sat under a pair of thick black rimmed glasses; three silver vertical bridge piercings glistened in the brightly lit room. A mane of spiky black hair with blonde streaks touched my clothed shoulders and a few strands grazed my chapped lips. My small nose twitched with anticipation as my mom caressed my left cheek.
"How are the magnets holding up?" My mom said, poking my middle vertical bridge piercing.
"They've never been better." I said, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
"Good, we want that metal plate to stay in place." My mom said, grinning. "Remember that I'm just one owl away from you and one heartbeat away from kicking someone's ass." My mom said, holding the mirror in front of both of us. "One the count of three say,'Cornelius!'"
"One. Two. Three. Cornelius!" My mom and I shouted at the same time as the mirror took our picture.
"Meet me in the living room in three minutes or we'll miss the next ferry to the train station!" My mom said, skipping out of my room.
"Well I guess this is goodbye." I said, addressing the pile of stuff animals on my bed. "Please take care of yourselves and try not to start another revolt without my consent." I said, before opening my closet. A long arm made of burlap reached out and grabbed my waist. I looked up to see my first voodoo doll. She was the most beautiful thing to me even though she was stained and had one button eye.
I learned into her embrace and her long black feathered wings covered both of us. After thirty seconds passed I wiggled out of her grasp and held her hands. "You better not fucking forget me." I said, trying to hold back tears. "I have my own surveillance team, you know?" I said, smirking.
"How can I forget myself, that would be pretty foolish." The voodoo doll said, displaying a row of jagged teeth where its stitched mouth should of been.
Before I could say anything, the doll bit my hand.
I felt...
I felt nothing...
How am I suppose to feel something that I never had? I thought.
It's a thing called 'artificial devotion'.
That's why you have the both of us!