Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait, and thank you to those of you that have waited with me over this period of time. With this school year coming to a close and my life coming back to normal I am once again able to start working on the story and it should start to come along at a regular pace once again.
Chapter 3 - Life Makes Hard Decisions
Willow bounded out of bed, filled with more energy then she had been able to summon for months. It had finally approached; July 31st had managed to finally appear, which meant Willow was leaving for Hogwarts in a few hours.
Willow glanced over at her alarm clock and let out a large sigh. It was only six-thirty; there was four hours before her train left, and a half hour drive in between. With nothing to pass the time Willow sauntered downstairs to the kitchen and slumped down in one of the wooden chairs, to start eating her breakfast. She was on her fourth bowl of Lucky Charms when her mom crawled into the chicken. It had been the first time in two months that Willow had actually looked at her mom like she did that morning. Her once extremely beautiful face was lessened so by the sudden rigid form of her Moms cheek bones. She had also always been skinny, but it seemed as though over the summer she had become extremely emaciated and pale. "Are you alright Mom?" Questioned Willow, as she noticed that her eye's seemed to be sucked into her head a tad more then usual. It looked like Willow was gazing at what had become the walking dead. What had happened to her mother in the last two months? When did it start to happen? Her skin had also become twice as pale as her already albino white skin was, which having the same color skin as her mother, Willow thought it was impossible to get any whiter.
"Yes Dear, I'm fine. Why would you ask that?"
"Well," She began. "You seem to be rather pale and sick looking. In fact you almost look dead. Are you sure you're alright? Is there anything I could do to help," after a short pause, "well before I Leave anyways?"
With that the corner of her mom's eye's filled up with tears and she walked into the living room, slowly letting her tears soak the red velvet pillow the had on the couch. Willow suddenly realized that her leaving to Hogwarts is what had caused her mothers health to slip. The spoon slipped out of her hand, and landed into the last of her lucky charms, sending milk all over the counter top. Willow could feel the tears swelling up in corner of her eyes. She tried as hard as she could to choke them back, but she didn't have the strength as one cold lonely tear streaked her cheek and left the taste of salt on the tip of her tongue. She gazed at the kitchen as her lip started to quiver, and more tears rolled don her cheek reaching her chin, as a solitary tear left her chin and fell making it's way to the floor. Her Mom was ill and it was all her fault. She couldn't bear it, what if she died, where would she stay? What would she do? So her, and her mom hadn't gotten along all summer, actually as she thought about it her mother was getting along fine with her over the summer, it was her. The weight of the world suddenly fell onto her shoulders and Willow watched her world crash down before her own eyes. Everything she had ever hoped for, and now she had to make the biggest decision of her life. She thought about her options, she could go to Hogwarts and learn to do more then left a pencil with the powers she possessed and be the cause of her Mothers death, or she could stay behind, and loose the chance to become what she could be. She hated both decisions, if only there was a way she could comprise.
Her mom walked into the kitchen and saw her daughter's tear streaked face and her mothering instinct immediately kicked in. "What's wrong Will?"
"Nothing, Mom don't worry about it." Willow replied choking back her tears.
"Oh come on dear. There must be something, can I help at all. I know how much the first day means to kids and you're leaving in only a few minutes." Responded Ms. Rosenberg.
Willow screamed in shock, "A few Minutes!" After a quick glance at the clock she realized she had been crying for a three hours. "Oh, I didn't realize..." by now her crying had stopped with the thought of being late for school until she quickly realized what she had to do. "It doesn't matter anyways Mom, I'm not going."
"What, why not? I thought this was what you wanted to do."
"Well I do, but I would rather have you around." Willow was holding back tears once again, she knew she was turning down the best chance she had ever had but what else could she do.
"What are you talking about?" She sat down on a stool beside Willow. "I'm always going to be around Will." Willow couldn't say that she had figured out why her mom's health was so bad. Instead she just found more excuses as her and her mom talked for the next fifteen minutes. "Well, alright Willow if you're sure you don't want to go to Hogwarts because you will miss me and your friends too much. You can stay. You know that." With that she gave Willow a huge and walked off to the living room wondering what the real reasons where that she didn't want to go to Hogwarts.
At the end of the day Willow climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head, buried her face into her pillow, and started once again to cry. Ms. Rosenberg heard the quiet, muffled crying as she walked past Willows door. She reached for the doorknob, thinking whether it would be best to talk to her daughter or to wait till morning, after deciding to wait till morning she walked off to her room as well. Sat on her bed, turned on the television and though about the day's events, and sill tried to figure out why her daughter had turned down a school that she was so excited about earlier in the year. After a few hours of thinking she finally gave up on the idea turned of the television, and crawled into her bed, wondering what the next day might bring.
Chapter 3 - Life Makes Hard Decisions
Willow bounded out of bed, filled with more energy then she had been able to summon for months. It had finally approached; July 31st had managed to finally appear, which meant Willow was leaving for Hogwarts in a few hours.
Willow glanced over at her alarm clock and let out a large sigh. It was only six-thirty; there was four hours before her train left, and a half hour drive in between. With nothing to pass the time Willow sauntered downstairs to the kitchen and slumped down in one of the wooden chairs, to start eating her breakfast. She was on her fourth bowl of Lucky Charms when her mom crawled into the chicken. It had been the first time in two months that Willow had actually looked at her mom like she did that morning. Her once extremely beautiful face was lessened so by the sudden rigid form of her Moms cheek bones. She had also always been skinny, but it seemed as though over the summer she had become extremely emaciated and pale. "Are you alright Mom?" Questioned Willow, as she noticed that her eye's seemed to be sucked into her head a tad more then usual. It looked like Willow was gazing at what had become the walking dead. What had happened to her mother in the last two months? When did it start to happen? Her skin had also become twice as pale as her already albino white skin was, which having the same color skin as her mother, Willow thought it was impossible to get any whiter.
"Yes Dear, I'm fine. Why would you ask that?"
"Well," She began. "You seem to be rather pale and sick looking. In fact you almost look dead. Are you sure you're alright? Is there anything I could do to help," after a short pause, "well before I Leave anyways?"
With that the corner of her mom's eye's filled up with tears and she walked into the living room, slowly letting her tears soak the red velvet pillow the had on the couch. Willow suddenly realized that her leaving to Hogwarts is what had caused her mothers health to slip. The spoon slipped out of her hand, and landed into the last of her lucky charms, sending milk all over the counter top. Willow could feel the tears swelling up in corner of her eyes. She tried as hard as she could to choke them back, but she didn't have the strength as one cold lonely tear streaked her cheek and left the taste of salt on the tip of her tongue. She gazed at the kitchen as her lip started to quiver, and more tears rolled don her cheek reaching her chin, as a solitary tear left her chin and fell making it's way to the floor. Her Mom was ill and it was all her fault. She couldn't bear it, what if she died, where would she stay? What would she do? So her, and her mom hadn't gotten along all summer, actually as she thought about it her mother was getting along fine with her over the summer, it was her. The weight of the world suddenly fell onto her shoulders and Willow watched her world crash down before her own eyes. Everything she had ever hoped for, and now she had to make the biggest decision of her life. She thought about her options, she could go to Hogwarts and learn to do more then left a pencil with the powers she possessed and be the cause of her Mothers death, or she could stay behind, and loose the chance to become what she could be. She hated both decisions, if only there was a way she could comprise.
Her mom walked into the kitchen and saw her daughter's tear streaked face and her mothering instinct immediately kicked in. "What's wrong Will?"
"Nothing, Mom don't worry about it." Willow replied choking back her tears.
"Oh come on dear. There must be something, can I help at all. I know how much the first day means to kids and you're leaving in only a few minutes." Responded Ms. Rosenberg.
Willow screamed in shock, "A few Minutes!" After a quick glance at the clock she realized she had been crying for a three hours. "Oh, I didn't realize..." by now her crying had stopped with the thought of being late for school until she quickly realized what she had to do. "It doesn't matter anyways Mom, I'm not going."
"What, why not? I thought this was what you wanted to do."
"Well I do, but I would rather have you around." Willow was holding back tears once again, she knew she was turning down the best chance she had ever had but what else could she do.
"What are you talking about?" She sat down on a stool beside Willow. "I'm always going to be around Will." Willow couldn't say that she had figured out why her mom's health was so bad. Instead she just found more excuses as her and her mom talked for the next fifteen minutes. "Well, alright Willow if you're sure you don't want to go to Hogwarts because you will miss me and your friends too much. You can stay. You know that." With that she gave Willow a huge and walked off to the living room wondering what the real reasons where that she didn't want to go to Hogwarts.
At the end of the day Willow climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head, buried her face into her pillow, and started once again to cry. Ms. Rosenberg heard the quiet, muffled crying as she walked past Willows door. She reached for the doorknob, thinking whether it would be best to talk to her daughter or to wait till morning, after deciding to wait till morning she walked off to her room as well. Sat on her bed, turned on the television and though about the day's events, and sill tried to figure out why her daughter had turned down a school that she was so excited about earlier in the year. After a few hours of thinking she finally gave up on the idea turned of the television, and crawled into her bed, wondering what the next day might bring.