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Heredity or Environment Ch. 1: Visions and Dreams
Two. Herself and one not herself. Hungry. Cold. The bad man. Mommy. Mommy! We're hungry, Mommy. Mommy, why don't you listen? Bang! The door! Daddy! Make her listen! We're so hungry. It's so cold. The bad man steps forward. A flash of lightning. Daddy moves, and yells. No! Flash! The bad man is gone. Where did he go, Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing? Daddy, that's Mommy. Don't hurt her! No, no! Daddy raises his arm - the Other leaps to Mommy - Flash! Mommy crumples, and the Other. No! No, Daddy! No, Mommy! No, no! Daddy takes me. No, don't touch me. You hurt Mommy. Mommy.. Where are you taking me? The Other, the Other, don't leave her! I am gone. But it's cold, so cold. No, no..
Cara Nevers awoke with a start, shivering. "No, no.," she echoed under her breath. That dream again.it was so real. But it didn't make any sense. Both of her parents were alive and well. And what of this "Other," who she and Dad had supposedly abandoned? It didn't make any sense. None at all.and yet, she couldn't shake the dream. She never could.
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The shadow of the illogical dream still hung over her when she came down for breakfast the next morning. She was silent as she sat down at her place and drank her juice, absentmindedly listening to the buzz of the busy kitchen.
"Those dimwits from the 'Save the Moke Foundation' are at it again," griped Mr. Nevers. "'Yet another demonstration by the fanatic members of SMF disrupted business in Diagon Alley Tuesday morning,'" he read. "When will they ever learn?"
"Speaking of mokes, dear, did you ever find that nice wallet your folks sent you?" asked Mrs. Nevers as she shot juice from her wand into a glass for Cara's 2-year-younger brother, who had just arrived, shouting.
"Guess what?! The Bats won their game last night, which means they only have to beat out the Falcons and they'll be in it for the League Cup!" he shouted excitedly, for the hundredth time since last night. Nine-year-old David was intensely interested in Quidditch, and especially the Ballycastle Bats, which, as he often said, were practically local.
"Quiet, Davie, they're playing 'Dragon's Blood!'" Seven (and three-quarters!) year-old Shirley shrilled, turning up the volume on the Wizarding Wireless.
It was, Cara thought, just a typical morning in the Nevers' household. She ought to be able to just join in and forget about stupid, illogical dreams. But somehow she just couldn't seem to shake it off.
"Cara, dear - Shirley turn that radio DOWN! - you're awfully quiet this morning. Anything on your mind?" asked Mrs. Nevers as she loaded her eldest daughter's plate with sausages.
Cara shook her head. "Nothing. It's nothing, Mum," she assured her mother. Mr. And Mrs. Nevers exchanged glances. "All right then," said her mother. "You remember we're going down to Diagon Alley today to get your Hogwarts things?"
Cara looked up. She had forgotten. "Of course I remember, Mum! I can't wait!" She smiled.
"Awww, Mama, I want to come too!" cried Shirley.
"And me!" added David. "I want to see if Qua-"
"No! This trip is just your mother and sister. You two get to come and test ride the new brooms, remember?" intervened Mr. Nevers.
"Oh, yeah! I want to go! When are we leaving?!" shouted David enthusiastically.
Shirley rolled her eyes. "I'd rather go to London," she said.
"Well, you'll just have to settle for brooms," replied her father in the same tone. "We'll leave soon."
Heredity or Environment Ch. 1: Visions and Dreams
Two. Herself and one not herself. Hungry. Cold. The bad man. Mommy. Mommy! We're hungry, Mommy. Mommy, why don't you listen? Bang! The door! Daddy! Make her listen! We're so hungry. It's so cold. The bad man steps forward. A flash of lightning. Daddy moves, and yells. No! Flash! The bad man is gone. Where did he go, Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing? Daddy, that's Mommy. Don't hurt her! No, no! Daddy raises his arm - the Other leaps to Mommy - Flash! Mommy crumples, and the Other. No! No, Daddy! No, Mommy! No, no! Daddy takes me. No, don't touch me. You hurt Mommy. Mommy.. Where are you taking me? The Other, the Other, don't leave her! I am gone. But it's cold, so cold. No, no..
Cara Nevers awoke with a start, shivering. "No, no.," she echoed under her breath. That dream again.it was so real. But it didn't make any sense. Both of her parents were alive and well. And what of this "Other," who she and Dad had supposedly abandoned? It didn't make any sense. None at all.and yet, she couldn't shake the dream. She never could.
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The shadow of the illogical dream still hung over her when she came down for breakfast the next morning. She was silent as she sat down at her place and drank her juice, absentmindedly listening to the buzz of the busy kitchen.
"Those dimwits from the 'Save the Moke Foundation' are at it again," griped Mr. Nevers. "'Yet another demonstration by the fanatic members of SMF disrupted business in Diagon Alley Tuesday morning,'" he read. "When will they ever learn?"
"Speaking of mokes, dear, did you ever find that nice wallet your folks sent you?" asked Mrs. Nevers as she shot juice from her wand into a glass for Cara's 2-year-younger brother, who had just arrived, shouting.
"Guess what?! The Bats won their game last night, which means they only have to beat out the Falcons and they'll be in it for the League Cup!" he shouted excitedly, for the hundredth time since last night. Nine-year-old David was intensely interested in Quidditch, and especially the Ballycastle Bats, which, as he often said, were practically local.
"Quiet, Davie, they're playing 'Dragon's Blood!'" Seven (and three-quarters!) year-old Shirley shrilled, turning up the volume on the Wizarding Wireless.
It was, Cara thought, just a typical morning in the Nevers' household. She ought to be able to just join in and forget about stupid, illogical dreams. But somehow she just couldn't seem to shake it off.
"Cara, dear - Shirley turn that radio DOWN! - you're awfully quiet this morning. Anything on your mind?" asked Mrs. Nevers as she loaded her eldest daughter's plate with sausages.
Cara shook her head. "Nothing. It's nothing, Mum," she assured her mother. Mr. And Mrs. Nevers exchanged glances. "All right then," said her mother. "You remember we're going down to Diagon Alley today to get your Hogwarts things?"
Cara looked up. She had forgotten. "Of course I remember, Mum! I can't wait!" She smiled.
"Awww, Mama, I want to come too!" cried Shirley.
"And me!" added David. "I want to see if Qua-"
"No! This trip is just your mother and sister. You two get to come and test ride the new brooms, remember?" intervened Mr. Nevers.
"Oh, yeah! I want to go! When are we leaving?!" shouted David enthusiastically.
Shirley rolled her eyes. "I'd rather go to London," she said.
"Well, you'll just have to settle for brooms," replied her father in the same tone. "We'll leave soon."