"Morning mum," I said.
"Gary, how was your day?" asked my mother.
"Great! We learned about the distributive property today in class."
"Thats wonderful honey. Go start your homework, I have an important call to make."
"Okay..."
That was my mothers usual attitude. Invite you in, make you feel welcome, then give you the cold shoulder. I felt like a rag doll, always thrown unimportantly to the side in her newfound single life. I remember when I was little, she was different. Nicer. She looked different, too. Her hair was red, and her eyes were bright green instead of murky green.
I decided to find out why.
I crept down the stairs, making sure to stay out of my mothers line of vision. I listened carefully, straining my ears.
"Albus, what do you mean? He loves regular school! He told me so. He said didn't want to be a wizard!"
"What did you say?!" I gasped loudly.