"Sydney, get down here right now."
Lately, I had been awoken to my father's screams. It has been 3 years since the accident. 3 years and I have yet to see my father weep. Slowly I extracted myself from my covers, and placed my feet on my cool wooden floor.
"Coming Sir." I replied, walking down the stairs. Once I entered his office, I saw my father pacing. For a moment, I was able to stand by the doorway and be invinsible. Just how I wanted it, but of course He
spotted me.
"Go get ready, We're having company." He said quickly.
"Yes Sir." I replied, turning around and walking back to my room.
Slowly I looked through my closet for something decent to where in front of our guests. After a minute or two, I found a nice black skirt that ended just above my knees. I then found a suitable tank top with a blouse to go over. Once situated, I walked to my bathroom and started my daily routines. I then finished my shower and got dressed. Slowly I placed a small amount of eyeliner along my eyes and placed a thin coat of lip gloss on my lips. Just as I finished, the doorbell chimed in.
"Sydney, get down here please."
"Coming Sir." I replied, leaving my room. As my father opened the door, I descended the stairs. Once I reached the bottom, I was able to see who our guests were. One look at the hair gave it away. The way it sat upon her head was disturbing. But when she turned, I knew I would rather be looking at the back
of her head instead of her face.
"Sydney, It's so nice to see you again." She replied, almost too cheerfully.
"Pansy, It's been too long." I replied, giving her a quick hug.
"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson, so nice to see you as well. " I replied, turning away from Pansy. My Father had just finished taking their cloaks. While standing behind them, I knew he eyed me closely
so as not to ruin this for him. Even though, my anger for the man rose, my smile stayed on my face without a flaw. For all he knew, the smile was genuine.
"Oh Sydney, my how you've grown." Mrs. Parkinson replied, giving me a hug along with a peck on each
cheek.
"Thank You, Mrs. Parkinson. May I take you to the Living Room?" I answered sweetly. My Father then took his chance to lead Mr. Parkinson into his study for a small chat before dinner. Since I was stuck with Mrs. Parkinson, Pansy stuck around as well.
"Would either of you like anything to drink?" I asked politely.
"Martini, please My dear."
"Just Water, please." Pansy replied, sitting beside her mother.
"Of course." I replied, heading to our bar, to prepare their drinks. After only a moment, I returned with their drinks. Once they were settled I went and made myself a drink. Without my drink, I knew I would be unable to handle both Parkinson Women. After I sat, We began to have our own small chat before dinner. After a hour, Both men returned. Both seemed to have fake smiles upon their face.
"Maryann, how has Sydney been as hostess?" My father asked, sitting down next to me, as to torment me.
"She has been wonderful. Almost as good as Dear Pansy here." She replied, placing her hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"Glad to hear it." My father replied, placing an arm around my shoulders. Quickly the adults started their own conversation. After a few minutes I started, what I planned on being small, A conversation with Pansy.
"How is Hogwarts?" I asked politely, taking a sip of my drink
"Ridiculous, It is too overcrowded with filth." She replied, with a sneer.
"I doubt there is that much, Pansy." I answered calmly.
"What do you know? You don't even go there." She spat back.
"True, but that is My Father's decision." I stated.
"He's just scared that you'll be a traitor." She replied venomously
"Like I said, His decision." I said, taking another sip of my drink.
"So Little Sydney is a traitor?" She asked, a smug look upon her features.
"You'll never know Pansy, For like you said, I don't go there." I answered simply. Unable to have a witty comeback, Pansy was stuck to keep her mouth closed. Quickly her face grew red from her anger. I then smiled slightly, but I quickly hid it by taking yet another sip of my drink, therefore finishing it off. As I got up to refill my drink, I noticed that Mrs. Parkinson's drink was also gone.
"So Sorry to interrupt, but Mrs. Parkinson, Would you like another?" I asked, motioning to her empty glass.
"Yes, please. Thank You My Dear." She replied giving up her glass to me. Slowly I headed to our bar, to refill the drinks. Just as I finished pouring, My house elf came in to
announce dinner.
"Thank You Conner." I replied quietly so only he would hear. I then turned back to everyone, to relay Conner's message. No one seemed to of noticed the house elf's appearance and disappearance. When I reached everyone I cleared my throat. "So Sorry, Once again, Here is your drink Mrs. Parkinson, and Dinner is served." I replied, handing Mrs. Parkinson her drink.
"Thank You, Sydney. Shall We head to dinner then?" My Father asked, holding his hand out to Mrs. Parkinson.
"Of course." She replied, grabbing a hold of my father's hand and slowly heading to the dining area.
Dinner was a quiet event. There was the occasional small talk, but nothing too exciting. Every now and
again, I would catch Pansy eyeing me, with a smug look on her face. Unable to hold my Tongue any longer, I
lashed out.
"Pansy, If you like me that much, just ask." I replied while giving her a small wink. All eyes were then on me. As I looked to the faces, I couldn't help but hold back a smile. Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson, both had shocked looks upon their faces.
Pansy's face held disgust, while My father's held both, and also anger. As I looked at My father, I knew I was in for a beating but I didn't care. All of their faces were priceless.
"May I please be excused?" I asked, turning to Pansy yet again.
"Quickly. Go to your room now." My father answered.
"Yes, sir." I replied, quickly as I got up, I gave yet another wink to Pansy. As soon as I was out of ear shot of the dining room, and on the stairs, I started to laugh. When I reached my bedroom door, I was in hysterics. Once I was inside and the door was closed, I leaned against and try getting a hold of my breathing.
"That... w... was... per... perfect." I said to no one, still laughing. After I calmed down, I went to my barn owl, and fed him. Even though I was no longer laughing, I still had a smile on my face. When I thought back to everyone's face, my smile just got bigger. "Oh Duncan, You missed the funniest face on Pansy, this evening." I said, stroking his feathers.
But not even a moment later, I heard the door slam, and quick footsteps on the stairs, whilst my name was
being bellowed. "Sydney Craven Ryans!"
"Shit!" I whispered quickly. I then turned to my desk. Quickly I scribbled a note down and handed it to
Duncan. By his wide eyes, I knew, he knew what was happening. I then handed him my note. "Quick, you know where." I whispered hurriedly.
Just as he flew out my window, my door was blown open. Standing in my doorway, was a man who willing to do anything to teach his daughter a lesson. For it had happened many times before. Before I could move, a curse was shot my way. I was unable to hear which curse it was, but once it hit me, I knew. I knew that Curse well. Stubbornly I bit back the scream, that was formed in my throat. A few moments pass, and finally the curse is lifted, only to have him mumble another, and form a whip with his wand. Defiantly I turned my back on him.
"Bitch." He cursed quickly, continuing my punishment. I then clamped my jaw tight, letting him get the satisfaction. Finally after ten minutes of whipping, he changed his wand back. But my beating was no near
complete. During the whipping I had fallen to my knees.
"Get up." He commanded hoarsely.
"No!" I stated defiantly. That was it, he then kicked me to the ground. When I got to my hands and knees he kicked me in my ribs.
"Get up." He commanded again. Slowly I stood. Once standing, I looked him in the eyes. He then slapped me across the face. I then looked him in the eyes again, this time he punched me in the jaw. Once I tasted that familiar taste, I gathered enough and spat it out, right in his face. He then slammed my head into my wall twice, hard. Once I fell to the ground fighting to stay conscious, he leaned close to my ear.
"Anything like that again, and you'll see your mother sooner rather than later." He stated coldly. Quickly
he stood, kicked me once more and left my room. The last thing I heard, before I welcomed the dark
was loud footsteps distantly sounding on the staircase. I then fell into my familiar world that was inside the darkness. For I knew I would be stuck there for a While. Only They could help me, when they found me.