A/N: Yola peoples. Doubtful y'all are actually reading this but hey you never know so if you are, HIIIIII! Anywayz. This is the Quinn half of a mini-installment of flashes from her life between the divorce and Hogwarts in ALA-FREAKIN'-BAMA! WOOT! Sky's side is the next chapter. Toodles -Waffles.
~2 weeks later, Quinn-Marie's POV~
Daddy and I had made it to America 3 days after we left. Daddy got some money together and bought a small house for us on a river in his home state of Alabama. It was a lot different that London. It was so sunny and my whole body hummed in delight at its warmth. I didn't mind rain, but London had an icky rain. I didn't like it. But here, the rain was good. It never lasted long and then the sun came back. Daddy had to teach me about sunscreen. We never really worried about it in England. We moved into our new house today and Daddy helped me set up my room. He used his wand to unshrink all of my furniture from the big house back across the Atlantic. He put my bed under the big window on the south wall. He put a spell on it so noone could see in. I was happy. He helped change my furniture to match my new room. I never really liked what Mum used to decorate. It was too dark and old. I like colors. So now I have a bright blue room and a pretty blue and brown bed spread. My wooden furniture is now a medium tan and I like it. Daddy took me shopping for new clothes. No more stuffy petticoats. I like these sundresses. They're pretty and Daddy says I look like a pretty southern girl. I like being a southern girl. I don't want to be a British girl anymore.
I keep having nightmares though. I think Schuyler shut out our mind link. Daddy and Mummy used to laugh how we read each other's minds. But I can't hear her anymore. It hurts. I miss my sister. But she wanted to stay with Mum. And I love my daddy. Daddy is making tacos to celebrate our new house. Tomorrow, Dad's going to invite some of our new magic neighbors over for lunch. I think it'll be nice. Maybe I'll make a new friend.
~The Twins' 8th Birthday, Halloween, Alabama house, Quinn's POV~
It's my first time having our birthday without my sister. I sent her a new collar for her cat. Fluffy little devil. It hates me. Daddy gave me a puppy though. She's so adorable. She's a chocolate lab and she's clumsy, just like me. Mrs. Conway, our neighbor, gave me two new sundresses, so I thanked her a bunch and had Daddy help me make her brownies. Some of the boys gave me a few new books. I gave them some brownies too. Daddy said I should be happy, since I'm getting so big and I'm 8 now. But I miss my sister today more than ever. I'm still upset she chose Mum, but she absolutely hates me for chosing Dad. Whenever I hear her thoughts, it's all hate. It hurts my heart and I don't like it. Mum sent me a new dress. I threw it in the back of my closet. I hate petticoats. I hate proper teas. I like my sweet tea and sunshine. I love Alabama. This is my home now and Daddy's job is great. He's home enough to teach me all kinds of things. He taught me how to fly and says I'm a natural. I can read almost anything in our home library, and I can do all kinds of math. Dad has taught me all sorts of muggle things and I finally got to meet Gamma and Papi. They're so awesome! Daddy's taking me to see them tomorrow.
~Alabama, Quinn's POV, age 10 1/2~
Today, a new family moved in. It's an all magical neighborhood, so I know they're wizards and from what I can gather from passing by, they have a bloodline like mine, with a muggle-born parent and a pureblood parent. I just made some cookies, so I'm about to head over there with my southern hospitality in full bloom. I just put on my best sundress and my Sunday sweater, with my sandals and my hair in a ponytail, so I really do look the part. I knocked on the door to encounter a girl my age with dark auburn-brown hair. Her dark blue eyes were full question. A pristine British accent bloomed as she inquired "Can I help you?" I grinned and drawled "Hey, I live two houses down with my dad. I just brought y'all some cookies. Y'all settlin' in alright?" The girl looked a bit stunned. I couldn't blame her. I remember the culture shock too. Her mom popped up "Oh hello, would you like to come in?" "Yes ma'am, thank you," I smiled politely and entered the home with all the dignity my blood instilled in me. I hated those etiquette lessons in England, but the ones over here weren't bad. I was going to be quite the debutante when I came of age. I set the cookies on a table and reached out my hand to the mother. "Quinn-Marie Bellamorte. Pleasure to meetcha ma'am." "Mrs. Josie Stryker. This is my daughter Charlotte. Are you from here?" "No ma'am. I'm from London by birth, my mum's a Cromwell. Daddy and I moved here when I was 7." "Oh my you're a Brit? With that accent I would have never known. I'm sorry dear." "It's quite alright Mrs. Stryker. Do y'all need any help? I can do a bit of magic and I can move stuff easily" Mrs. Stryker smiled "Sure, if it's alright with Char, she needs help setting up her new room." Charlotte nodded and led me upstairs to her bare room. I helped her set up everything, and once we were done we sat on her cushy rug and talked about our lives. I learned her dad got a job for the American Ministry, so they moved here. He was at work but he'd be home for dinner. After a few hours, I headed home and Mrs. Stryker invited me and Daddy to dinner. I accepted graciously and skipped home. I dragged Daddy with me as he griped about not getting any rest around me. We had a borderline rowdy dinner as we all swapped stories in our varied accents. Char became my new best friend from that day on and we shared everything. She knew when I had problems missing Sky, or when I got a letter from mum begging me to come home. I knew when her mom got angry at her for slacking on chores. Soon enough, she turned 11 in September and I helped Mrs. Josie throw her a giant party.