"Stupefy!"
The stunning spell flew across the room, hitting you right on your left shoulder. By the time you had come to your senses, the only thing you could see was the whiteness of the ceiling.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." said a voice as a man came into view. Tapping his wand to his hand, he shook his head sadly.
"If I had used the killing curse, do you think you'll still be looking at the ceiling?" With the flick of his wand, you regained your freedom, but you were too exhausted to leave the floor.
"I'm sorry, father," you panted, looking straight at the man in front of you - your father: Billius Caeru.
Your father's eyes narrowed, displeased with your performance. While the other kids were still playing with dollies in their parents' laps, you were being forced to practice dueling in the great hall of your home. This was how strict your father was. Of course, some may think that this type of strictness is good for a kid, but the point here is that you are merely a girl - an eight-year-old girl.
"What class do you have next?" your father asked as usual. He was wiping his wand carefully with a handkerchief.
"Today should be... ballroom dancing." Your eyes instinctively rolled upwards at the thought of those two words but you quickly regained your posture; you didn't want your father chastising you anymore. You absentmindedly tapped the old wand in your hand on the ground, you couldn't wait to get your own in three years.
"Hm..." Your father thought for a while. "There will be no need for that today, I shall inform your brother."
Instinctively you sat up and turned around to face your father as your eyes lit up with delight, only to immediately replace your expression with a face of regret.
"Oh, that is some terrible news." You said, even forcing out a tear for the effect. Your father sighed, a trace of a smile still lingering on his lips.
"Prepare yourself, meet me in the afternoon for tea." And with that, he was gone. You stood up slowly from the ground, sighing in relief. Running a finger through your hair, you headed to the only place you could relax: the Rose Garden.