My life can be summed up in one word, desolate. Dictionary definition agrees with me;
"having the feeling of being abandoned by friends or by hope; forlorn." I have moved a total of six times within sixteen years. They are not small moves either, not even to a different state. All have been to different countries.
Being a wizard is not always a good thing. My mother works in the ministry, my dad for a top muggle agency, and both work for Voldemort. Since they have so many people telling them what to do, they have no tolerance for me.
Since before I can remember I have been taking care of myself; sure I made friends whenever we settled in an area, but in the back of my head words would whisper 'this is not going to last'… it never did, and soon those thoughts would stop me from getting close to anyone.
Now I will be attending a school called Hogwarts. I have read about it, and I was looking forward to going there. Last year, my fifth year, I went to Beauxbatons; an all girls school. Let me tell you that is TORTURE.
The American school was alright, it was hidden somewhere off the shores of Florida, on an island in the middle of the Bermuda triangle… It was pretty because you could wake up and see the ocean on all four sides… Sadly it made me feel more trapped then at home. However, it was my favorite because it was the first school, and it was the school I went to the longest (a grand total of two years).
My third year was spent in Australia, and my fourth in Romania. Both of those schools had nothing to shout about, so I won't go into much detail.
Hogwarts will be my last two years hopefully. I am looking forward to it, I have heard so many rumors about Harry Potter and how he has brought something new and dangerous every year he attends. I wonder how he will react this year, when he finds that the Tri-Wizard Tournament is being held there. This tournament is the reason my mother is being asked to move. They need her to help set up and regulate the tournament. Plus Lucius Malfoy has been asking for both their skills, on some matter that 'does not concern me'.
My diary is almost full, two more pages and I will have to do the spell my father taught me when I was ten, before all this moving had to happen. What it does, is it locks the ink in place, but removes it from sight, so you can write on top of it. That way it is a blank book.. if you want to see what is written, all you do is write a certain date down! And then poof all the writing for that date appears in the journal! When you are done, simply reapply the spell! It is helpful; especially because this is my favorite journal.
I have been writing in it all knight bus ride long. We are almost to our stop, and at perfect timing (I just finished my entry) we were there.
"Leaky Cauldron, London!" Ernie yelled. We and a few others filed off the bus.
"We do only have to stay here one night, right dear?" My mother grabbed for my dad's hand.
"Yes, Lucius says he wants us to stay in his house with them until this year is over, or longer." He added.
I have met the Malfoy family only once before, the death eaters all met for a meeting, and kept the kids downstairs. That was where I met plenty of other people, people I do not looking forward to seeing again. There was Marcus Flint, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle; and other kids but my parents say those are the only ones left at school. Along with Draco; now Draco and I got along because we both seemed, disgusted, with the group we were stuck in the basement with.
"Narcissa says Draco has been talking about you since you two got along so well a few years ago!" My mom squeezed my shoulder.
"Yes, good thing he is two years younger then me." I mumbled.
"Oh he is not the one we were thinking about pairing you up with dear. Do you remember Marcus Flint?" My dad heard my mumble.
My heart fell about a hundred flights of stairs. They were thinking about betrothing me to someone? My face kept calm; this was because we were pure bloods… Since they are very rare, but found highly under the Dark Lord, pure bloods are starting to pair off their children.
"Marcus I hear has grown into quite the handsome young man. He is looking forward to seeing you again as well. Oh don't look like that sweetie! If you want to wait for Draco, just tell us! We like the Malfoys a lot more then the Flints! But we do have to pair you off before---"She didn't finish. I could do that for her, before I fell in love with someone on my own terms, someone who might not be pure blood. And to Marcus of all people… Marcus Flint cornered me when we were thirteen, to confess his undying love for me. He proceeded to try and kiss me; I cursed him into tomorrow! To this day I think that made him like me more.
They booked me my own room, so as soon as they left me alone I left the Leaky Cauldron. It was time to see exactly the type of people I was dealing with. I exited the back way, towards Diagon Alley. As the gate opened I almost turned around, the crowds were too much. "There has to be a quieter place…" I whispered, and started pushing my way through.
"Who wants candy? Price half off!" My eyebrow raised, there were two people with fiery red hair, standing outside a book store. Their hands held sketchy looking candy.
"What about you, a lovely lady would do well with lovely candy!" One called.
My eyes tried not to roll, "And what kind of candies are these?" I asked, walking over to them.
They looked utterly shocked at my interest, "Well, um.. It is some of our own creations! We have been practicing with them all summer; of course we don't have many resources…" The other one nudged his side.
"Look these candies are for students, are you a student?"
I smirked, "Do I not look like a sixteen year old? Who are you guys anyways?"
"Cali Carlson! These two are no one to be concerned about. That is Fred, the other is George. They are the Weasleys; a poor disgrace to the wizarding world." I knew that voice, a kind of my-teeth-are-too-big-for-my-mouth voice.
I turned slightly to look at him, "Marcus Flint. I was wondering when I was going to run into you!"
Fred stood up, "Ah don't be too upset at him Carlson, Flint only hates us because we hit him hard with a bludger last year!"
My smirk turned into a full smile, "So you are playing quidditch? That is great, I hope to make the team this year."
"You go to Hogwarts?" The second twin, George, asked.
I turned to him, "yes, this year.. Hopefully next year as well."
"Let's go Cali, you don't need to talk to them." Flint took my hand and dragged me away. I allowed him, if the Weasleys were not to be seen with in public, I should not be seen with them.