Chapter 1: My Story!
My name is Willdemya Willow Moore but if you call me, Willdemya then we have a problem! I go by a few names and it isn't Willdemya, my father must have been on some kind of potion before naming me. Just call me Demya or D. My mother calls me Vixen when she caught me sneaking around a lot when I was younger with sneaking cookies out of the cookie jar. I love being called Vixen and my mother and my internal twin sister that only calls me Vixen.
I have short blond hair that just grazes across my shoulders but long enough for a ponytail. I have my mother's eyes, light hazel brown eyes that go with my lightly tanned skin. I'm 5'5" and I am very slim, flat belly. I always have short nails but if anyone messes with me or my sister well I suggest you don't. I'll kick they're butts well that's what happened when a pureblood boy did when he suggested he'd treat my sister like scum she is so I punched him and broke his nose. My dad was pissed off but I really didn't care.
I was six when I lost my mother. We went to go get some chocolates since it was our favorite thing to do when it came to Christmas. She had shoved me behind her and battled two full size werewolves. As she was dying she told me that she loved me and my sister. That I should do whatever it took to protect my little sister even though she is only a few minutes younger than me. That's what I did; I gave up on my childhood and raised my sister.
My sister and I were a mess when we buried our mother in our backyard of Wing's Manor. We only lived there for six years and moved a few months after mom's death. I barely remember my first six years of my life but I remember my mother clearly. She was beautiful beyond what my father's taste in women. My mom had dark chestnut hair that went to her waist, wavy and always had it down with a few small braids in her hair on the side of her head. Her light brown hazel eyes went great with her hair which I had the inherited from her.
My sister, Cassandra Anne Moore is a beauty like our mother. She has long chestnut hair just like our mother but she has red streaks in her hair which really ticked off our dad one night when he came home from work. I loved it though it was really her style. She had inherited our mother's eyes as well, light hazel brown. She has the same skin tone as me and she is 5'5" just like me. She is the sweetest girl you'll ever meet and a big heart unless it comes to our father's side of the family.
Our father has black hair, black as the night sky but his eyes were blue. He loved our mother until she died which took its turn on me. He blamed me for her death which always made me cry at night because I held in the tears when he yells it at me. His light tan skin went great with his slim built from being an Auror. Our father remarried a woman we clearly hated and she hated us even though she has a daughter a few months younger than me and my sister.
One problem: Both of them hated us and wanted us out of our father's life. The first few months when our father wasn't home she would yell and threaten us until we did what she wanted. Late at nights we would sneak down into our father's study and nick one of his firewhiskey bottles. Father never did find out who has been taking his whiskey which was funny since it was mostly me that was taking it.
Well we're sixteen now but for the last five years we've been going to GypsyAcademy. Oh did I forget to mention we're half Gypsy? My sister and I am half Gypsy from our mother's side of the family. Dad thinks we're just witches which was just fine since he was all for pureblooded families. We're great liars to our father but he doesn't even look at us when we tell him anything.
Our Nana is full Gypsy and she loves us. She has a head full of gray-white hair which is really wavy. She wears that entire Gypsy clothing. She wears large hoop earrings, white shirt with long sleeves with proof sleeves. She wears long skirts that are usually just full of different colors with bangle bracelets on her wrists. She wears a sash tied in her hair like a head band and a sash around her waist. She would always have bell bracelets around her ankles and lots of amulets, beads, and other kinds of jewelry on her body. She would have pouches and flat sandals on her feet.
We wear all that too when we're with our Nana but when we're home with our father well we're wearing shirts and pants or skirts to please him. It's the only thing we have left from our mother, dressing just like her even though she never dressed like that with our father around but only on Halloween.
This year for our sixteenth birthday our stupid evil step mother convinced our father to send us to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. The headmaster happens to be our Godfather who we call Papi. So here we are now at Kings Cross just the four of us since Dad was called into work early that morning.
Step mother, Courtney and her daughter Sandy were just standing saying goodbye to each other. My sister and I already said bye to them and left their sides. Yeah we'll get yelled out or get a howler later from our father about leaving our step mother's side but we don't care. Once my sister and I are on the train we found an empty compartment and put our things up in the luggage rack above the seats. We had locked the door and used magic to change our outfits to look like Gypsies. We were proud to be different. We both sat there doing our own thing, my sister doing her nails or playing with her hair. I was already reading a book that my Nana gave me on Gypsy's Curses.
