Author note: Thanks to the very few people who have even read my story.
::sniffs:: You just make me so happy! ::hugs everyone:: Well, now on to
Chapter 3! YAY!
Disclaimer: Sadly, J. K. Rowling owns all. I only own Lucia, and Buexeria. And I do not own the Portuguese language, despite what you people might think.
Chapter 3- To Angra.
Lucia was in a total state of shock. "This has to be a damn joke!" she screamed. "Cauldrons? Wands? These things don't even exist!" Great-she thought- another one of Marlie's dumb jokes. "I can't believe I almost fell for it." She walked over to the trashcan and dumped the letter. Then she walked over to her shelf, pulled out her favorite book and read.
Calersia was standing before the bathroom mirror, wiping her reddened eyes. "So it's final," she whispered to no one unparticular. "She's one of them." You had to be both blind and deft to not notice the bowls and plated exploding after Lucia left the kitchen after the fight. It was that very seen that was causing Lucia to cry. She, of coarse, knew what it meant. Well- she thought- this was one of the signs they told me to look for. "She was always so normal though. I never expected her to turn out like them," she spat the word as if it was a bad taste in her mouth. She'll have to go to that school now-she thought. Well, I'd best go and talk to her about it, if she'll even listen. So, she started making her way up the stairs.
Lucia, reading her book for the hundredth time, was just at the interesting part when she heard a tapping noise at her door. She turned her head to see who it was and said, "Oh, it's you." Her mother was standing with her discussion face on. She always interrupted me in the best part of my books-she thought.
"We have to talk," Calersia said in that "oh-so-motherly" tone of hers.
"What about," Lucia replied.
"Well," Calersia started. "All people are different, you know that right?"
Lucia looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow. If this is how she is going to start, this is going out be funny-she thought.
"Well," Calersia continued. "You are exceptionally different."
"Please just get to the point, I have other things to do," Lucia said.
"Well.darling.um.how do I put this? Oh, I'll just get out with it. You, honey, are a witch."
"Is that it? Well it was very amusing mother. If this is your way of getting back at me, it is pretty pathetic."
Her mother looked rather frustrated at this remark. "I am not joking Lucia."
"Sure. I already got the letter that you probably got Marline to send. The owl was a nice touch by the way."
"Owl?" Calersia looked downright confused. " What owl? And what letter? Lucia what the hell are you talking about?"
Lucia walked over to the trashcan and proceeded to look for the crumbled letter. She is being rather persistent with this joke. Maybe because of the fight-she mused. When she found it she handed it to Calersia who read it silently.
When she finished she looked up at her daughter with a serious expression on her face. "This, Lucia is no joke. You'd best pack up, we have out go to Angra."
The next few days passed by in a blur. They had taken a 3-hour bus ride to Angra and were now settled at Calersia's friend's house. Lucia had also found Buexeria bar while they were visiting town, but when she asked Calersia to go with her, she kept saying she couldn't see it. So, she just planed out go another day.
When that day came, Lucia as packing her bags and heard her mom coming up the stairs.
"Lucia?" she called.
"Here mae."
"Me and Aderina are going to town ok? You will have to stay by yourself."
Aderina and I- she thought. She hated it when people didn't use basic proper grammar. "oh, um. I was hoping if I could to get my school things today. If that is ok with you."
Calersia looked worried but Lucia knew that it was not directed at her. She hated absolutely everything that had to do with magic. "Alright," she finally said. "But be back before eight ok?"
"Alright mae."
As she walked out of the door, she smiled widely. She loved Angra, even if she did prefer small cities to big ones. Probably one of the reasons she loved it so much was the fact that it had tons of history. She had read up on most of the city before she came her. One of the lines in Angra, a history was, "Since it is under UN protection, nothing in the city can be changed to a big scale. Resulting in that are many old and historic buildings that are now very popular tourist attractions."
Turning a corner, she had finally found what she was looking for, Buexeria bar. As she reached the door she became hesitant. As soon as I'm in the door I'm one of them-she thought- I can't go back after. "This is stupid," she said more to herself then anyone else. Then she put her hand on the door, opened it, and stepped inside.
Disclaimer: Sadly, J. K. Rowling owns all. I only own Lucia, and Buexeria. And I do not own the Portuguese language, despite what you people might think.
Chapter 3- To Angra.
Lucia was in a total state of shock. "This has to be a damn joke!" she screamed. "Cauldrons? Wands? These things don't even exist!" Great-she thought- another one of Marlie's dumb jokes. "I can't believe I almost fell for it." She walked over to the trashcan and dumped the letter. Then she walked over to her shelf, pulled out her favorite book and read.
Calersia was standing before the bathroom mirror, wiping her reddened eyes. "So it's final," she whispered to no one unparticular. "She's one of them." You had to be both blind and deft to not notice the bowls and plated exploding after Lucia left the kitchen after the fight. It was that very seen that was causing Lucia to cry. She, of coarse, knew what it meant. Well- she thought- this was one of the signs they told me to look for. "She was always so normal though. I never expected her to turn out like them," she spat the word as if it was a bad taste in her mouth. She'll have to go to that school now-she thought. Well, I'd best go and talk to her about it, if she'll even listen. So, she started making her way up the stairs.
Lucia, reading her book for the hundredth time, was just at the interesting part when she heard a tapping noise at her door. She turned her head to see who it was and said, "Oh, it's you." Her mother was standing with her discussion face on. She always interrupted me in the best part of my books-she thought.
"We have to talk," Calersia said in that "oh-so-motherly" tone of hers.
"What about," Lucia replied.
"Well," Calersia started. "All people are different, you know that right?"
Lucia looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow. If this is how she is going to start, this is going out be funny-she thought.
"Well," Calersia continued. "You are exceptionally different."
"Please just get to the point, I have other things to do," Lucia said.
"Well.darling.um.how do I put this? Oh, I'll just get out with it. You, honey, are a witch."
"Is that it? Well it was very amusing mother. If this is your way of getting back at me, it is pretty pathetic."
Her mother looked rather frustrated at this remark. "I am not joking Lucia."
"Sure. I already got the letter that you probably got Marline to send. The owl was a nice touch by the way."
"Owl?" Calersia looked downright confused. " What owl? And what letter? Lucia what the hell are you talking about?"
Lucia walked over to the trashcan and proceeded to look for the crumbled letter. She is being rather persistent with this joke. Maybe because of the fight-she mused. When she found it she handed it to Calersia who read it silently.
When she finished she looked up at her daughter with a serious expression on her face. "This, Lucia is no joke. You'd best pack up, we have out go to Angra."
The next few days passed by in a blur. They had taken a 3-hour bus ride to Angra and were now settled at Calersia's friend's house. Lucia had also found Buexeria bar while they were visiting town, but when she asked Calersia to go with her, she kept saying she couldn't see it. So, she just planed out go another day.
When that day came, Lucia as packing her bags and heard her mom coming up the stairs.
"Lucia?" she called.
"Here mae."
"Me and Aderina are going to town ok? You will have to stay by yourself."
Aderina and I- she thought. She hated it when people didn't use basic proper grammar. "oh, um. I was hoping if I could to get my school things today. If that is ok with you."
Calersia looked worried but Lucia knew that it was not directed at her. She hated absolutely everything that had to do with magic. "Alright," she finally said. "But be back before eight ok?"
"Alright mae."
As she walked out of the door, she smiled widely. She loved Angra, even if she did prefer small cities to big ones. Probably one of the reasons she loved it so much was the fact that it had tons of history. She had read up on most of the city before she came her. One of the lines in Angra, a history was, "Since it is under UN protection, nothing in the city can be changed to a big scale. Resulting in that are many old and historic buildings that are now very popular tourist attractions."
Turning a corner, she had finally found what she was looking for, Buexeria bar. As she reached the door she became hesitant. As soon as I'm in the door I'm one of them-she thought- I can't go back after. "This is stupid," she said more to herself then anyone else. Then she put her hand on the door, opened it, and stepped inside.