[A/N: It's Xanne here again. There is an explanation behind this fic
actually. I was terribly bored and sitting in front of my fireplace at
12:00 midnight when I got a craving for tea. So, naturally, I went to get
some. After drinking two cups I was successfully wired for the next few
hours. I plopped myself down in front of the computer and took a stab at a
small, chaptered, SOB fic. I tried to include everyone at least once, and
make Xanne as much like me as possible. And I was listening to Reel Big
Fish when I wrote this, so.go figure. Oh yeah, the title is incredibly
ironic because this was modeled off of my actual home life, which is the
furthest thing from hell. ( Cheers!]
Made for each other
Chapter I: Home sweet Hell
"Wake uuuuuuup!" came a shriek from outside the door.
"Go away! Not noon yet." Xanne snuggled her head back into her pillow. Sleep was good.sleep was heavenly. And yet, that didn't stop her mother from opening the door and burning Xanne's retinas with the radioactive sunlight. "Aaaahh, it burns, it burns!"
"Such an odd child," her mother muttered, walking into the kitchen to tend to breakfast.
"I am not a child; I get my apparition license in six months!" The girl sat up quickly, too quickly, and hit her face on the low overhang. She rubbed it lightly, wincing at the pain. "That's going to leave a mark."
"Right next to the other three, no doubt. That's the tenth time you've done that, why won't you just sleep in your room? Your father and I spent a fortune to try and make it seem more like that school you love so much." Xanne walked into the kitchen and plopped herself down at the kitchen table. Her mother was, once again, complaining about her sleeping habits. "It's just not right for a sixteen year old girl to sleep in a cupboard."
The cupboard was just so cozy. Xanne had furnished it with a black sleeping bag and a few black candles for doing homework late at night. She had successfully concluded the summer without setting the cupboard on fire, too.
"Coffee," was the only reply out of the groggy form that sat at the table. "Black."
"Oh, I see, just because I'm your mother means I'm your slave." Enid Malloy walked briskly over to the coffeepot and poured a cup into the black cup belonging to her daughter. The inscription read 'Only dull people are brilliant in the morning.' "Your room is beautiful! Your father and I spent hours finding the right green for your couch and bed, and not to mention the silver for the trimmings on your pillows and."
"Mum," Xanne said, clearly interrupting her mother's enthralling chain of thought. "I can't explain why I can't sleep in there, I simply can't. Maybe because it's summer vacation and you're making it seem like school."
"Oh, perk up, you're going back tomorrow."
"Don't remind me," she muttered, taking a large sip of her coffee and sputtering because it was scalding. "What do you think I am, a dragon? How the hell am I supposed to drink this?"
"Watch your tone in front of your mother, mentioning dragons and magical things here!" Earl Malloy, complete with briefcase and purple tie marched into the kitchen. "Enid, where the hell is the milk?"
"In the refrigerator dear."
"Morning Mummy," said Xanne's little brother as he walked into the kitchen, turning cheerfully to his sister. "Morning hag!"
"Morning dumbass!" she said, mocking his chipper tone.
"Xanne! Gregory! Stop that right now," Earl opened the refrigerator and peered inside. He tried to pop his head over the door to mention something to his wife, but there was something there. "Oh bloody hell Xanne! Get this thing out of the kitchen!"
"Onyx!" she beckoned to the black owl and it fluttered over to the table. Xanne stroked her back and the owl nipped at her finger gently. The owl clutched a letter in its talons. It was white with black trim and bore the seal of a canary. She laughed quietly before tearing the envelope open.
"Xanne-
I knew you'd like that seal. How's your summer been going? Too bad it's over as of today. Thanks for the sweets! My birthday party was fantabulous and I can only hope that the one you and the girls are throwing for me in the common room will be just as amazing.
Still sleeping in the cupboard? Hope you wised up some over the holidays. Keep yourself sane just one more day!
Looking forward to seeing the marks on your forehead Calypso"
"Who in their right mind would send letters with owls?" the boy said, taking a bite out of his toast and sending crumbs all over the tabletop.
"Hmm.I don't know dwarf, could it be the people that live about twice as long as your kind?" Once again, a Wizard vs. Muggle battle had begun.
"Well." he seemed put out. Xanne assumed it wasn't easy to have your older sister accepted to an amazing school of epic proportions, while you, on the other hand, had to stay home and go to public school. "You're all a bunch of freaks!"
"Enough!" Earl interjected once again before changing the subject. "Do those friends of yours ever stop writing to you?"
"No Dad, they write every day." She smirked.
"So, dear, are you trying out for the basketball team again this year?" her mother asked, flipping bacon on the stove.
"It's quidditch, Mum," Xanne rolled her eyes. "And since I tried out third year, I've lost interest."
"Who could lose interest in a sport that's played on a broom way up in the air?" Gregory said, astonished.
"Me. And besides, I've got other things to occupy my time with." She smirked slightly and looked down at her coffee cup.
"That better not mean what I think it means, Xanne Malloy," her father put down his newspaper and looked sternly into her eyes.
"No, don't worry, It doesn't," she said, grinning at how delightfully clueless her parents were. Xanne downed the rest of her coffee and went up to her room. Her trunk was packed and she was completely ready for the next day. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts, and she was hoping this would be the year. This would be the year that she finally beat Persephone at chess, the year she would finally get up the courage to play her guitar for an audience in the common room, and this would be the year she would finally come of age.
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[Stupid, I know, but humor me and keep reading. And don't forget to review.]
Made for each other
Chapter I: Home sweet Hell
"Wake uuuuuuup!" came a shriek from outside the door.
"Go away! Not noon yet." Xanne snuggled her head back into her pillow. Sleep was good.sleep was heavenly. And yet, that didn't stop her mother from opening the door and burning Xanne's retinas with the radioactive sunlight. "Aaaahh, it burns, it burns!"
"Such an odd child," her mother muttered, walking into the kitchen to tend to breakfast.
"I am not a child; I get my apparition license in six months!" The girl sat up quickly, too quickly, and hit her face on the low overhang. She rubbed it lightly, wincing at the pain. "That's going to leave a mark."
"Right next to the other three, no doubt. That's the tenth time you've done that, why won't you just sleep in your room? Your father and I spent a fortune to try and make it seem more like that school you love so much." Xanne walked into the kitchen and plopped herself down at the kitchen table. Her mother was, once again, complaining about her sleeping habits. "It's just not right for a sixteen year old girl to sleep in a cupboard."
The cupboard was just so cozy. Xanne had furnished it with a black sleeping bag and a few black candles for doing homework late at night. She had successfully concluded the summer without setting the cupboard on fire, too.
"Coffee," was the only reply out of the groggy form that sat at the table. "Black."
"Oh, I see, just because I'm your mother means I'm your slave." Enid Malloy walked briskly over to the coffeepot and poured a cup into the black cup belonging to her daughter. The inscription read 'Only dull people are brilliant in the morning.' "Your room is beautiful! Your father and I spent hours finding the right green for your couch and bed, and not to mention the silver for the trimmings on your pillows and."
"Mum," Xanne said, clearly interrupting her mother's enthralling chain of thought. "I can't explain why I can't sleep in there, I simply can't. Maybe because it's summer vacation and you're making it seem like school."
"Oh, perk up, you're going back tomorrow."
"Don't remind me," she muttered, taking a large sip of her coffee and sputtering because it was scalding. "What do you think I am, a dragon? How the hell am I supposed to drink this?"
"Watch your tone in front of your mother, mentioning dragons and magical things here!" Earl Malloy, complete with briefcase and purple tie marched into the kitchen. "Enid, where the hell is the milk?"
"In the refrigerator dear."
"Morning Mummy," said Xanne's little brother as he walked into the kitchen, turning cheerfully to his sister. "Morning hag!"
"Morning dumbass!" she said, mocking his chipper tone.
"Xanne! Gregory! Stop that right now," Earl opened the refrigerator and peered inside. He tried to pop his head over the door to mention something to his wife, but there was something there. "Oh bloody hell Xanne! Get this thing out of the kitchen!"
"Onyx!" she beckoned to the black owl and it fluttered over to the table. Xanne stroked her back and the owl nipped at her finger gently. The owl clutched a letter in its talons. It was white with black trim and bore the seal of a canary. She laughed quietly before tearing the envelope open.
"Xanne-
I knew you'd like that seal. How's your summer been going? Too bad it's over as of today. Thanks for the sweets! My birthday party was fantabulous and I can only hope that the one you and the girls are throwing for me in the common room will be just as amazing.
Still sleeping in the cupboard? Hope you wised up some over the holidays. Keep yourself sane just one more day!
Looking forward to seeing the marks on your forehead Calypso"
"Who in their right mind would send letters with owls?" the boy said, taking a bite out of his toast and sending crumbs all over the tabletop.
"Hmm.I don't know dwarf, could it be the people that live about twice as long as your kind?" Once again, a Wizard vs. Muggle battle had begun.
"Well." he seemed put out. Xanne assumed it wasn't easy to have your older sister accepted to an amazing school of epic proportions, while you, on the other hand, had to stay home and go to public school. "You're all a bunch of freaks!"
"Enough!" Earl interjected once again before changing the subject. "Do those friends of yours ever stop writing to you?"
"No Dad, they write every day." She smirked.
"So, dear, are you trying out for the basketball team again this year?" her mother asked, flipping bacon on the stove.
"It's quidditch, Mum," Xanne rolled her eyes. "And since I tried out third year, I've lost interest."
"Who could lose interest in a sport that's played on a broom way up in the air?" Gregory said, astonished.
"Me. And besides, I've got other things to occupy my time with." She smirked slightly and looked down at her coffee cup.
"That better not mean what I think it means, Xanne Malloy," her father put down his newspaper and looked sternly into her eyes.
"No, don't worry, It doesn't," she said, grinning at how delightfully clueless her parents were. Xanne downed the rest of her coffee and went up to her room. Her trunk was packed and she was completely ready for the next day. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts, and she was hoping this would be the year. This would be the year that she finally beat Persephone at chess, the year she would finally get up the courage to play her guitar for an audience in the common room, and this would be the year she would finally come of age.
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[Stupid, I know, but humor me and keep reading. And don't forget to review.]