Okay so I know this is early but I love writing this! I figured most of the people that read my story already left a vote so lets get
started on chapter seven. I don't know how many chapters there will be, but probably a lot XD
Rollan's P.O.V
Dear Rollan,
I am great! I am so glad you found a school with your friends. I was worried possibly you would never want to go to school, because you hate
learning. I was also afraid that you would burn down any school you went near. You've always had that, er, talent.
But luckily, even if you DID manage to somehow burn Hogwarts, at least its a magic school and they could repair it!
I hope you've been a good boy. I don't want to hear of any prank nonsense; Headmaster Olvan sent letter that you played a joke on a well-liked
professor yesterday. I hope you are receiving well-deserved detention!
Wikerus is fine. He has been acting strange lately, though. I think he misses you!
Stay out of trouble, or you'll be in even BIGGER trouble when you get home for summer.
Your loving mother, Aidana.
I read the letter and smiled. "I can't promise that," I told the letter. Trouble follows me wherever I go. I put it away and looked around.
There had been a bunch of owls raining letter down on everyone, and I was happy to receive one from my mother. Conor got one too, but
Abeke didn't get even a single note. They could have at LEAST sent her a parchment saying 'hi, we hate you.' It would have been LESS
obvious! About a year or two ago I would have expected that same letter from my mom, telling me the reason she abandoned me was
because I was the most ugly baby she'd ever laid eyes on.
Speaking of Abeke, she looked really, really, really tired. There were bags under her eyes and she kept nearly conking out on the table. Conor
was trying to force-feed her eggs. Today was pretty rainy, and I remembered I had detention for the rest of the week, leaving
me in a sour mood. To make it worse, THAT reminded me that Meilin was no longer sitting at our table. She was with the Slytherin
girls, cackling and gossiping and smirking at other girls. You would think she wouldn't fit in at first, but she was actually doing
very well with blending it. It was like she had completely forgotten we existed. You have no idea how much that hurt.
My entire confident mood diminished. Rainy day. Detention. Meilin was gone. Conor was exasperated. Abeke was overwhelmed.
And now I was depressed.
Abeke's P.O.V
Not a letter from my dad? Not even one? That was frustrating, I guess. But I had bigger problems, honestly. With Mei hating our guts
I was devastated. When we were all in second grade we all made an oath to be BFFs forever. Sure, last night at dinner she was right,
we were just little kids at the time. But I took my promises seriously, and I knew she did too. So why was she acting so weird?
There was no way this group was splitting!
After breakfast on my way to class, I rammed into a stocky boy with wavy blond hair and ocean-blue eyes. He looked at me in concern, and I
felt a blush creep across my face. He looked like a replica of Conor, just taller and with blue eyes, and he was more of a prettyboy. "Are you okay?"
I nodded breathlessly in response as he helped gather my books. "I'm Shane," he said, smiling at me. "A . . . Abeke," I stuttered.
He handed me my books. "What class you heading to?" he asked. "I, uh, Professor Tarik."
Shane smirked. "Really? My favorite teacher is Professor Trunswick; he teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts. His son Devin is . . . interesting."
His left eye twitched at that word.
I nodded. "Well, catch you later Abeke. Literally!" he said with a wink and a laugh. I felt my heart flutter.
Wait. I only felt myself get butterflies when I was around Conor.
No no no no no. I didn't have a crush on . . . two boys? I hardly knew Shane! I needed to calm down, but I couldn't help
thinking . . .
Meilin's P.O.V
I primly sat in my seat, avoiding all eye contact from anyone but the Slytherins. I did manage to catch a quick glimpse of Rollan, and the look
he had on his face nearly destroyed my heart. It was like a look of pure hopelessness. I wanted to go over there and tease him to cheer him
up like I used to do but . . . I was a new Meilin. I no longer knew my friends acquaintances existed.
So I continued to mimic innocent girls and laugh about stupid, worthless gossip, when a letter dropped into my lap.
I was excited to be receiving news; my grandparents and my father would make me feel great.
I tore it open delicately while my new friends all were making fun of how Piper caught her hair on fire yesterday.
Dear Meilin,
We have grave news. Recently, something unchangeable has happened. We are very sad, but life must move on.
Meilin, your father has died.
There was more but I didn't read the rest. I was too surprised and I felt hot tears forming. I felt like crying and puking at the same time.
They couldn't be for real! But as I skimmed through it, I found that they were deathly serious. My grandparents were not ones to kid.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I told my friends and quickly rushed out of the Great Hall. I could feel them watching me suspiciously.
I rushed into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. On top of all this drama, my father was dead. According to my grandparents
he was shot by a Muggle named Gar. I took out my bun and my thick hair cascaded down my shoulders. Then I curled up in the corner and squeezed
my eyes shut, hoping that I wouldn't cry and get mascara on my designer clothes. This was a nightmare. I couldn't help but begin to sob,
despite the fact that I was getting my makeup on my clothes. That didn't matter anymore. Dad was dead.
"HEY!" a voice yelled. I snapped to attention, wiping my eyes. I was the tough Meilin; absolutely NOBODY could see me cry!
Clarissa burst into the room, along with a girl that had a high blond ponytail and braces. "What are you doing? OMG, ARE YOU CRYING?!" shrieked
the girl with braces hysterically. "No," I growled. "Oh good, you were just crying," braces girl said, sounding a little too relieved. "We thought you
were here to meet your friends," snapped Clarissa. "Why?" I asked, my temper flaring. If anyone messed with me, I was going to punch them
in the face. "Because. We've decided if you go anywhere near Conor, Abeke, or Roooollllan, we'll hex them," chirped braces girl.
I raised an eyebrow defiantly. "Conor is cute," she whispered to Clarissa, who elbowed her harshly. "How on EARTH did you get
Slythein, Annalisse?" Clarissa muttered. I was feeling hot-headed rage. "You can't hurt them!" I said angrily, getting to my feet.
"We'll hex YOU, then," Clarissa sneered. "I've been doing illegal magic since I was in KINDERGARTEN."
I was stunned. I grabbed my wand and pointed it threateningly at both of them. Annalisse's eyes widened in surrender but Clarissa pulled
out hers too in defense. She narrowed her eyes at me. "All Slytherins are independant," she hissed. "Why does it take so long for you first-years
to learn?! You must be evil deep down. You wouldn't be Slytherin if that weren't the case."
Annalisse backed away from the scene. I was quick to shoot a spell I remembered from yesterday; it was simple but effective, as she squealed
and scampered out of the bathroom. Now it was one-on-one. "Why can't I hang out with them, anyways? You're not the boss of me!" I hollered.
"It's the Snake Code!" she said fiercely, gnashing her teeth. "You just can't!"
I tried to make a run for it but she blocked me. "If you won't listen to me, I'll have to FORCE you." Her eyes were cold.
"What? I'm sorry, I just recieved news my dad died," I said, hoping she would leave me alone.
"Good," she said with a cruel smile. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed, punching her hard in the ribs and knocking the breath out
of her. As I was about to get the heck out of there, a bright green flash blinded me.
I collapsed to the ground, searing pain consuming me.
"There," she purred. "You left me with no choice, Meilin. Say goodbye to your friends. Say goodbye to your father." She laughed coldly.
Then she just left me there, twitching on the ground.