Hunger-
My best friend.
And loyal,too. He never leaves my side.
Gee- what a great bestie.
Jezabelle pushed on, brushing past prickly leaves and branches. The girl hissed when one of the evil strands of tree reached out and bit her. "Ouch.."
She stopped to examine her wound, and sighed when she realized that the source of pain was only a simple scrape. A glance toward the sky proved what the chirping crickets had been telling her.
Jezabelle sighed at the sight of the bright moon and stars and found the tallest tree she could. Using her upper arm strength, she pushed and pulled herself to a branch that felt sturdy, yet confortable. Well, as comfortable as a tree can get.
Unfortunately, her mind didn't seem to have gotten the memo, and although Jezabelle's body needed rest, she couldn't thinking about what had happened at the corner store.
Concentrating, the girl's eyes closed. There were two red headed boys. Twins. They were with their father. They used strange words, like 'muggle.'
Her brows furrowed in confusion and slight frustration. Where had she heard that word before. And 'wizarding world'? The family had mentioned a wizarding world. Jezabelle quickly reached into her bag and pulled out a long stick.
"I had almost forgotten." she whispered.
Suddenly, with wide eyes, the girl brought the wand close to her heart. "Oh my gosh. They found me."
That night the girl, for the first time in years, dreamt of her mom and magic. When morning arrived, the girl woke with a rage and fury boiling her insides.
"I hate him. I hate my father."
And then an owl dropped a letter in her lap.
Jezabelle looked up in surprise , only to see the owl flying away. She looked back down at the parchment and slowly, deliberately, opened the object.
It read:
Hold out your mother's wand on the side of the road.
Also, Happy Birthday Jezbelle.
Good luck. (Leaky Cauldron)
The girl scrambled furiously to find a signature, but failed.
"What is Leaky Cauldron?" she hissed, confused. Jezabelle began shaking and her mind couldn't decide: to follow the instructions, or to not.
Jezabelle looked down; ripped, dirty, old clothes, shoes that were about to spilt apart and a bag, practically empty except for four bills and a can of soup, being saved for a rainy day. The girl scoffed, "Isn't my life a rainy day?"
And with that, Jezabelle struck the can with a pointy stick and slurped the cold substance down. The girl frowned when, after gulping everything down, she was left still unsatisfied. One shaky breath later, Jezabelle began her walk to the nearest road.
The bus squealed to a halt and the bus-sick girl quickly stumbled off.
'Never. Never again will I ever take the night bus.' she silently promised.
Hugging her backpack to her chest, her eyes scanned the area.
"Leaky cauldron straight ahead!" The bus boy behind Jezabelle shouted, before re-entering the devil vehicle and speeding off.
Alone, now she was utterly alone in the darkness of the night. Despite that, the girl felt safe. Masses of people made her squeamish and daylight meant I could be seen and noticed with ease.
'Ahead, the boy had said.' Jezabelle thought nervously.
She slowly took a few steps forward and soon found herself in front of a pub door. Her hand moved of its own accord and she took a deep breath before grasping the handle. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled it open and a wave of noise rolled towards her. But there was something else in the air. A something comforting and whimsical yet sparked with mystery and danger.
'Magic. I feel whole. I feel home.'