Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me except for Oliver Wood and the Harry Potter Characters (Sadly)
Chapter Two
"Auntie Clara, how are you?" I asked, my mom's estranged sister. She looked at me, surprised.
"Irina? Is that really you?"
I nodded my head. "Yep, and you still look young as ever Auntie Clara." I smiled.
My aunt Clara grinned and she shook her head. "You're such a charmer. Come on in Irina!" she exclaimed and then ushered me inside her home.
Her home, as I last remembered, about ten years ago used to be so lively and homey. But now it looked dark and cold.
It's been so long, I couldn't believe Aunt Clara still lived here. I sat down on her worn out brown sofa, and looked at her. She sat across from me and stared back.
How awkward.
"So how are you?" I asked her, trying to break the silence.
"I've been good. And you Irina?"
"Same here. So uh, I just came by to say hello." I told her.
"Really? Well hello."
Merlin, why was she making this hard for me? I was going to ask her if I could live here, but since she's making this super awkward, I won't be able to.
"Irina, you're about seventeen right?" Aunt Clara asked.
"I'm going to turn seventeen next week actually." I said, realizing it. Damn. I'm seventeen and pregnant.
"Well have you made any plans for a party?"
I shook my head no. "I'm not into parties." What a lie. I loved parties. I loved getting fucked up. But I can't anymore, because of this baby.
"Oh wow. You're so mature. I remember when you were four; you used to love to go to parties. Merlin, so much can change in time huh?" Aunt Clara had a dazed out look in her eyes. She looked like she was reminiscing.
My Aunt Clara and my mother are identical twin sisters, but they do not look anything alike. My mother had soft brown wavy hair, and my Aunt Clara has black and white strands of hair, looking super old. She got married once, but her husband had divorced her when I was still little. She never had children, and so she would love it when I used to come over. But then, my mom had a fight with her and so I had stopped coming over.
I wondered why they fought, but my mother never told me. I was really curious now, to ask Aunt Clara.
"I'll go and get you some tea." Aunt Clara said and then headed toward the kitchen.
I heard a meowing, and then looked down. A big brown cat was sitting next to me, looking up at me with its blue eyes. "Hello there," I said with a smile. The cat nuzzled its nose with mine.
I frowned, missing Juno, my own cat. Sadly, I had to leave her behind at home because she could be safer there.
"So, how's your mother?" Aunt Clara asked me from the kitchen.
"Uh, she's good."
"That's good."
I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It said, eight-forty. Shit, I need to find somewhere to go quick.
"Um, Aunt Clara, I need to go."
"And where do you need to go?" She came out of the kitchen with a tray of biscuits and two cups of tea.
"I'm on-"
"You're pregnant aren't you?" she suddenly asked me. My eyes widened. Oh no, how'd she figure it out? I looked down at my stomach; my pregnancy isn't that visible!
"How-how do you know?" I exclaimed.
"You know, ever since you were little, I would treat you like my own daughter. Technically we may not be mother and daughter, but you are my niece. It's sort of like mother or should I say, Aunt instinct." She sat down and looked me straight into my eyes. "You know why you stopped coming here Irina?"
I shook my head. "No."
"It's because your mother got jealous. You used to come here everyday because your mother didn't know how to take care of you. And since we used to spend so much time together, you used to call me Mummy. You would refuse to call your own mother Mummy, and so your mother got mad and refused to talk to me, claiming I was stealing you away." Aunt Clara sighed and shook her head. "Ever since then, your mother never spoke to me. But here you are again, coming back to me. It's strange isn't it? How things eventually work out."
Maybe that explains why I never got along with my own mother.
"Anyway, you're here because your mother kicked you out from home?"
"Pretty much yeah." I said.
She smiled and got up. She walked over to me and sat next to me. She grabbed my hand and slowly caressed it. "You are welcome to stay here. I'll take care of you and help you. Even though I've never really been a mother to a child, we can both learn together."
I bit my lip. "Seriously? Thank you so much Auntie Clara." I said and hugged her tight.
This felt so right.