Madame de Sola

by Margret MacKenzie

Chapter 1-Life at Home

The pitter, patter of rain coule be heard against the window that looked in upon the small, but comfertable guest room. A kind faced, elderly lady sat in a chair just beside the misty window, looking rather frustrated. In the middle of the room, a younger woman (in her early 40's) with curly blond hair and a fair complexion sat upon the tidy bed. "I don't know why you seem so avid about this mother...I already told you no, you're not giving it to her" the blond woman said, clearly trying to keep her cool. 'You're letteing her get to you again, you promised yourself you wouldn't do that' she scolded herself in her mind.

"I already told you Helen, I'm not asking you if I can give it to her, I'm asking that you put a little trust in the decisions she makes after she reads it" the elderly lady tryed to explain once again.

"You're not giving it to her, we'd all be better off if she didn't know" Helen said, the agitation in her voice growing stronger.

The elderly lady sighed "I can see that you're never going to change are you. For God sakes Helen, you don't even know your own daughter, how can I expect you to trust her judgement if you don't even know her".

"That's a bit rich coming from you. No matter what you think, I'm still her mother and I do have the final say in what she can and can't have" Helen said through clenched teeth.

"I've made my decision, you're not stopping me. It's time you stop trying to control her life and start controlling your own, this conversation is over as far as I'm concerned. Could you please leave me be now" the elderly lady said quietly as she turned to look out the window.

Helen opened her mouth about to protest some more, but decided better. It was a lost battel, she could tell it was. She sighed and walked out of the room frowning, her eyebrows frowed with worry. She didn't see why her mother didn't understand that she had done somethings in her life that she's not proud of, that she now wanted to put behind her. She didn't see why her mother couldn't understand that she was only trying to protect her daughter from making the same mistakes, from having to know just how cruel the world really was.

The eldery lady waited until she heard the door shut before she got up. She walked over to the desk at the back of the room where a large, old book sat upon it. She sat in the chair in front of it, and pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink and began to write, letting out weak coughs that had been attacking her system for weeks.

If a person were to walk into the room and see the lady writting with a quill, they may very well think that they had traveled back in time. Quills weren't used out in public now-a-days, not to the knowledege of many people anyways. The truth was that this lady, along with her daughter and grand-daughter, happened to have magical powers. They weren't the only ones though, in fact thier whole neighbourhood had a very healthy population of magical beings. These magical people lived among those in whom they called 'muggles' (non-magical beings) who would laugh if they got told that they were living among witches and wizards thinking you were telling a brilliant joke.

Not all the muggles were completely clueless about the existance of thier magical friends. Helens husband happened to be a muggle by the name of Darren. Darren ran his own computer company that had experienced large success. He had not always been aware that his wife was a witch, actually he, like many others had thought it to be a very funny joke when she had told him. It wasn't until she had used her wand on him making him float that he finally believed her, but it took awhile to calm him down after she had placed him back down on the floor.

This of course was before they had gotten married. They had since had a daughter who was now at the age of 16. The same daughter that Helen and her mother were arguing over earlier...