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As we turned from the main city to the pen fields, I saw the dark corner to the left where my home was located. Sure, we had neighbors (like the Malfoys -.-) but they were always a 1/2 mile away. I didn't want to leave that cozy cottage in the suburbs w/ Inga and Richard, but, Regina forced me to. It was as if my whole family enjoyed tearing me away from them. I dared not cry, oh no, never! I would never hear the end of it if I did. And, when I was alone and thought it safe to cry, I couldn't do it. I always could tell that whenever people cried, they felt realieved and I wanted to feel that way, too. I wanted to cry so bad, but since I didn't know how, I would just end up singing instead.
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When we parked on the cobblestone driveway that curved away from the huge house, I saw the dark cloud. It wasn't anything ominous, just a dark cloud that always hovered over the mansion. You get used to it after a while. Anyway, I got out of the car and into the living room. I was surprised no one yelled at me to get out of the car.
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Kyev, or father, slid the letter on the coffee table and went with Regina to prepare tea (he wasn't really going to help, he just wanted to talk to her in private). The letter my parents had been waiting for since I was a little baby. The letter from Hogwarts. I was old enough now so I dreaded it everyday. Now, the day had come. Oh joy. Almost immediately, Bengal snatched the letter and held it above the lighter he drew from his pocket and lit up.
"Should I?" he asked Marcello and Angora.
"By all means," Angora hissed.
"Very well," Bengal replied.
He flipped the lighter on and moved it back and forth, centimeters from teh envelope.
"No don't!" I jumped up, but Marcello and Angora pinned me down. I didn't like the idea of going to the same school as my siblings, but at least I woldn't have to spend nights with them just below my room.
"Mother and father will be furious if you do!" I choked.
"Who cares, w'll just blame it on you, say you burned it cause you didn't want to go."
"Yes, but you have the lighter," I said.
Before Bengal or anyone could reply, mother and father returned. Bengal flipped his lighter, put it in his pocket, and slid the letter back on the table. I twas always tradition that Kyev would read the letter. Then, the phone rang. Regina went to go get it. When she returned (all the while, Angora and Marcello took turns pinching my arms, and when I would squirm Kyev would just stare at me while Bengal snickered). When she returned, a broad but wicked smile was on her face. I knew it had to be bad.
"It seems that young Draco has also received a letter. I have arranged for all of them to come overr for dinner tonight. We will read both letters then. By the way, Draco's cousin, Serpens will be over as well." I could feel Angora jump a little (it was clear she had the hotts for the snake charmer). I hardly ever saw Angora get that excited. Usually she was locked in her room listening to dreary muggle music and reading poems by the mublle poet Edgar Allen Poe. Just when I though my day couldn't get any worse...well we all know it just did.
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We all went up to our room. Marcello went back to his basement, trying to hack into the Ministry of Magic's secret documents. Begnal talked of the phone with Marcus Flint on different ways of destroying Griffindor's quidditch team. I, who lived on the third floor, liked to spend my nights on the roof or looking through old papers and things in the attic. After I got dressed, I sat on the roof (with a blanket under me so I wouldn't stain my dress...Regina would kill me if I did). I sang a song I made up. Then, the doorbell rang.
As we turned from the main city to the pen fields, I saw the dark corner to the left where my home was located. Sure, we had neighbors (like the Malfoys -.-) but they were always a 1/2 mile away. I didn't want to leave that cozy cottage in the suburbs w/ Inga and Richard, but, Regina forced me to. It was as if my whole family enjoyed tearing me away from them. I dared not cry, oh no, never! I would never hear the end of it if I did. And, when I was alone and thought it safe to cry, I couldn't do it. I always could tell that whenever people cried, they felt realieved and I wanted to feel that way, too. I wanted to cry so bad, but since I didn't know how, I would just end up singing instead.
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When we parked on the cobblestone driveway that curved away from the huge house, I saw the dark cloud. It wasn't anything ominous, just a dark cloud that always hovered over the mansion. You get used to it after a while. Anyway, I got out of the car and into the living room. I was surprised no one yelled at me to get out of the car.
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Kyev, or father, slid the letter on the coffee table and went with Regina to prepare tea (he wasn't really going to help, he just wanted to talk to her in private). The letter my parents had been waiting for since I was a little baby. The letter from Hogwarts. I was old enough now so I dreaded it everyday. Now, the day had come. Oh joy. Almost immediately, Bengal snatched the letter and held it above the lighter he drew from his pocket and lit up.
"Should I?" he asked Marcello and Angora.
"By all means," Angora hissed.
"Very well," Bengal replied.
He flipped the lighter on and moved it back and forth, centimeters from teh envelope.
"No don't!" I jumped up, but Marcello and Angora pinned me down. I didn't like the idea of going to the same school as my siblings, but at least I woldn't have to spend nights with them just below my room.
"Mother and father will be furious if you do!" I choked.
"Who cares, w'll just blame it on you, say you burned it cause you didn't want to go."
"Yes, but you have the lighter," I said.
Before Bengal or anyone could reply, mother and father returned. Bengal flipped his lighter, put it in his pocket, and slid the letter back on the table. I twas always tradition that Kyev would read the letter. Then, the phone rang. Regina went to go get it. When she returned (all the while, Angora and Marcello took turns pinching my arms, and when I would squirm Kyev would just stare at me while Bengal snickered). When she returned, a broad but wicked smile was on her face. I knew it had to be bad.
"It seems that young Draco has also received a letter. I have arranged for all of them to come overr for dinner tonight. We will read both letters then. By the way, Draco's cousin, Serpens will be over as well." I could feel Angora jump a little (it was clear she had the hotts for the snake charmer). I hardly ever saw Angora get that excited. Usually she was locked in her room listening to dreary muggle music and reading poems by the mublle poet Edgar Allen Poe. Just when I though my day couldn't get any worse...well we all know it just did.
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We all went up to our room. Marcello went back to his basement, trying to hack into the Ministry of Magic's secret documents. Begnal talked of the phone with Marcus Flint on different ways of destroying Griffindor's quidditch team. I, who lived on the third floor, liked to spend my nights on the roof or looking through old papers and things in the attic. After I got dressed, I sat on the roof (with a blanket under me so I wouldn't stain my dress...Regina would kill me if I did). I sang a song I made up. Then, the doorbell rang.