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Disclaimer: All characters except originals belong to JK Rowling. Almost everything belongs to her except for the originals and the plot.
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My name is Reine. Reine McKinnon. This is a story of my life.
I've never really seen what they say is the true meaning of life. I've been pampered with wealth and luxury, never knowing the reality where hardships do happen.
But as the saying goes, money can't buy you happiness.
It's true. No matter what, in the end, you'll would have been willing to give up all that wealth and return to your loving family where you can enjoy dinners and watch muggle television together.
You'd treasure those times.
It's as if my life is left hanging. It's like there is a missing piece in the path, one that I can't find after years of searching. Something often taken for granted...
What is love? I never really knew, but they say it's like an intricate web of feelings. Love can give you the most wonderful feeling in the world, as if nothing could go wrong... it could shatter your heart to millions of pieces... and mend it back together again.
Those who don't really know me might refer to me as a spoilt little rich kid. But it doesn't matter; I don't have friends... I don't go to a public school. My father seems to prefer that I be taught by a tutor. You see, my father owns a large company, you might have heard of it. He owns the Nimbus racing broom series.
My mother went away when I was too little to remember. Father doesn't talk much about it... nobody does. But father said she's passed away. I have seen her in our family albums, which I kept under my bed in my room. I got them from the shelf by the library and I never returned them. Father never noticed.
Her name was Marlene and she looked exactly how I imagined a mother would be... concerned and caring. She had dark hair, just like mine. Friendly brown eyes that sparkled and fair peach-coloured skin. Her smile was sincere, so kind and gracious. I wished I could have had more time with her before... before she left.
I spent long hours flipping through the pages of the albums. The three of us, together, we always looked so happy. Smiling and laughing just like any family should. Every second I spent looking at the yellowish photographs, the more my longing for completeness grew.
All I ever wanted was right there. In those photographs. But they exist only in the photographs.
My father hardly has any time for me. He's just really busy all the time.
We have grown apart throughout my teen years, the time where I needed him most. We hardly spoke to each other. To have a real conversation. Messages from him where often passed by the house elves. Formal messages. I couldn't remember the time he said 'I love you' to me... I don't think he ever did.
My life has really been lonely. Everyday weekday, I spend half the day with my tutor who will teach me my wandwork and my theory. You see, I'm a witch.
Disclaimer: All characters except originals belong to JK Rowling. Almost everything belongs to her except for the originals and the plot.
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My name is Reine. Reine McKinnon. This is a story of my life.
I've never really seen what they say is the true meaning of life. I've been pampered with wealth and luxury, never knowing the reality where hardships do happen.
But as the saying goes, money can't buy you happiness.
It's true. No matter what, in the end, you'll would have been willing to give up all that wealth and return to your loving family where you can enjoy dinners and watch muggle television together.
You'd treasure those times.
It's as if my life is left hanging. It's like there is a missing piece in the path, one that I can't find after years of searching. Something often taken for granted...
What is love? I never really knew, but they say it's like an intricate web of feelings. Love can give you the most wonderful feeling in the world, as if nothing could go wrong... it could shatter your heart to millions of pieces... and mend it back together again.
Those who don't really know me might refer to me as a spoilt little rich kid. But it doesn't matter; I don't have friends... I don't go to a public school. My father seems to prefer that I be taught by a tutor. You see, my father owns a large company, you might have heard of it. He owns the Nimbus racing broom series.
My mother went away when I was too little to remember. Father doesn't talk much about it... nobody does. But father said she's passed away. I have seen her in our family albums, which I kept under my bed in my room. I got them from the shelf by the library and I never returned them. Father never noticed.
Her name was Marlene and she looked exactly how I imagined a mother would be... concerned and caring. She had dark hair, just like mine. Friendly brown eyes that sparkled and fair peach-coloured skin. Her smile was sincere, so kind and gracious. I wished I could have had more time with her before... before she left.
I spent long hours flipping through the pages of the albums. The three of us, together, we always looked so happy. Smiling and laughing just like any family should. Every second I spent looking at the yellowish photographs, the more my longing for completeness grew.
All I ever wanted was right there. In those photographs. But they exist only in the photographs.
My father hardly has any time for me. He's just really busy all the time.
We have grown apart throughout my teen years, the time where I needed him most. We hardly spoke to each other. To have a real conversation. Messages from him where often passed by the house elves. Formal messages. I couldn't remember the time he said 'I love you' to me... I don't think he ever did.
My life has really been lonely. Everyday weekday, I spend half the day with my tutor who will teach me my wandwork and my theory. You see, I'm a witch.