A/N:
I finally have something written I am willing to publish. Surprisingly enough, I am fairly happy with it. Well, this part.
Without further ado, I present Limited.
xoxo,
Trinity
The bed was stripped and the walls were bare for the final time. Today would be my final day in France as my sister and I were being adopted. We were told I was a nice family with many children. I believe the number was seven in total, though three had moved out. Having a family soon is exciting, but I am scared of having siblings other than Marianne.
When I was twelve, I was diagnosed with severe social anxiety. It made things horrid when I had to go to the orphanage from foster homes. While I have would hide, Marianne talked to the woman in charge. She was different every time. We would end up in our own room. It was smaller than others, but so much more comforting.
I pulled the handle up on my blue suitcase. With one more sigh, I left my room for the last time, that suitcase following behind me like my own shadow. Marianne was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a smiling, red haired woman.
"You must be Marilyn McKenzie," the woman said to me. I nodded. "My name is Molly Weasley. Before we leave, I need to explain a few things." She paused for a moment before speaking again. "This might be hard for you to grasp for the moment. You and your sister are witches. Where we are going is my house in the wizard world.
She was right. There was no way I believed that.
"Not possible," Marianne said.
"Ah yes. I thought you might say that. I suppose proof would be needed. You have been living with muggles for so long." Mrs. Weasley took a stick out that would resemble a wand. With a flick of her wrist, the dying flowers on the table beside us instantly became lively and regained their pink hue.
"Well," said Mrs. Weasley, "don't they look better now?"
"They're beautiful!" Marianne was impressed. However, I was not. It could have been only an illusion to make Marianne and I think magic was real.
"We should get going. Marilyn, Marianne, take my arm." Now I really thought this woman was crazy. I complied still, driving Mrs. Weasley's delusion farther.
The next thing I knew, I was being pulled into a tunnel. It was very cramped and my body felt like it as being twisted and pulled in a way I never thought possible. Then suddenly, my feet were on the ground. My stomach was churning and I felt sick. Marianne was on the ground beside me throwing up.
"Always happens the first time," Mrs. Wesley said while pulling Marianne's hair back. She waved her and once again and the vomit was gone. Marianne stood back up and looked at me."I'm good now."
"Shall we go inside then?" Mrs. Wesley asked us.
Marianne and I both agreed.
I know I didn't believe in magic before, but I do now. After just holding on to Mrs. Wesley's arm, and feeling like you were shoved into a tube, and ending in a totally different place, it's hard not to believe it. And to think, I was part of that world.