Me again ;D Just...adding chapters for the next couple days. Stay tuned because more shall be up with people.
Hours later, Tristan's parents arrived home, from jobs they never disclosed to him knowing he wouldn't have to know since he was going to work for them all his life. His parents sat down in the living room, which was down the hall from the door to the house.
"Where's my coffee?" His father, named Jonathan, asked in a grunt.
"Here it is dad." Tristan said and handed him the brewed coffee, "Dad, someone came to the door today." He began.
"And did you let them in?" A loud shriek came in from his adopted mother, "Well did you!"
"No… But they slid me this letter, and it says I was accepted into a school for witchcraft and wizardry." Tristan almost jumped with joy when he said it, thinking he might have a chance to leave.
"Well you aren't going anywhere, and there is no such thing as witchcraft." His mother chimed in with an evil smile, "We aren't letting you go anywhere. We are your parents."
"You aren't my real parents." Tristan said under his breath softly not to be caught.
"We aren't sending you and that is final!" His father stated and picked up a newspaper and began to read it. It was then that a knock was made from the door.
"Go answer it boy." His father wacked him with the paper.
"Yes sir." Tristan walked to the door and opened it slightly, "Who is it?" he asked.
"It is me," the same female voice stated, "Are your parents home now?" she asked.
"Yes, let me grab them." Tristan walked back to the living room with a hurry, "Father, mother someone is at the door for you two."
"Let them in then you twit." His mother said, holding a pair of knitting needles, and eyed at him. Tristan nodded and went back to the door and let the woman in. She had long chestnut hair that ran past her shoulders. She had giant glasses that covered most of her face; her eyes were a dark green that helped compliment her pale completion. She wore a brown over coat that had been buttoned up, and multicolored dress underneath. She held onto a greenish black hand bag while she shuffled into Tristan's so called home.
"Here she is ma'am, sir.." Tristan stifled out as he backed away.
"Hello there. My name is Sybill Trelawney, and I have come to give you this letter." Sybill smiled as she looked at the muggles. Tristan's heart leapt out of his chest as he thought of the consequences.
"And what is this?" His father asked as he snatched up the letter, "Its addressed to Tristan," he started as he took out the letter and read it, he handed it to his wife and she also looked shocked, but then an evil look appeared back on both of their faces. "Take him then." His father stated, "We don't need him anymore."
"Hes only been a little waste of space if you ask me." His mother said as she continued to knit, "Go on then Tristan, go pack up."
"Well he has to wait til the first of September…" Sybill tried to put in.
"Pssh posh." His mother said, "You can take him now."
"I can't, I have to go and help find other children." Sybill mumbled, "He'll have to wait."
"I'll go…" Tristan said sadly as he started to walk upstairs to his damp little room.
"I, I'll try to find a family who can take you in for the rest of the summer." Sybill sternly said as she raised her hand to Tristan, "Grab your bags then love, well be going."
Tristan slowly grabbed a tiny trunk and packed it with his old clothes, he looked to his ferret and pointed to his shoulder, and the ferret jumped up on his leg and crawled his way up to his master's head.
"I'm ready." He said as he walked down the stairs.
"Goodbye nuance." Both his parents smirked as he walked out the door with Sybill.
Don't you just love his parents?