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Snow AngelsDaisy Bindle stared into the vivacious teal eyes. "I said No!"
The face belonging to those eyes began to pout. Her lower lip trembled. The girl's eyes were welling up with tears. She began to hiccup.
"Okay, Okay, I'll take you into town." She sighed with frustration as the tears immediately disappeared. "I don't know why I fall for that, you do it every time." She was muttering to the girl, but she really didn't mean it. She had an attachment to the girl. Ever since the day she had delivered her. The girl had almost been named Serena, because Daisy had picked it, but then her parents had decided on Maureen. Well, not the parents, Victoria, had decided on Maureen. It didn't really matter anyways. The girl went by Reen, for the shorter version was much easier to use for the constant scolding she received.
"Coooome On!" Maureen Baldwell pulled on her nanny's hand. She wanted candy, maybe Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. The nurse gently slapped her hand away and reached for her gloves. She kneeled down and handed Reen a hat.
"Put it on dear, it's cold out." Daisy affectionately pulled the hat over Maureen's ears. She'd always felt attached to her. She remembered walking into the Victoria's hospital room to deliver her new daughter the next morning, to find the room empty. It was one of the few times she almost fainted:
"Hello? Miss? Victoria, Christopher? I have Maureen. Hello?" She had searched high and low even in the toilet. She couldn't figure out why they would leave their daughter there in the hospital. As she was looking under the pillow, feeling very stupefied as well as stupid, she saw the note float to the floor. Her heart had stopped.
"Oh No, you don't. You don't leave some friggen' note and walk out without your daughter."
She had slammed the door, and walked back to her quarters. There she had read the note, carefully folded it and tucked it in her pocket. She slid everything on her desk into her off white handbag, and walked out of the hospital, carrying the little girl. She didn't even bother to check the girl out or turn her resignation in. That was the last time Daisy Bindle was seen in a hospital for a long time.
Daisy stopped for the umpteenth time to adjust Reen's robes. She always managed to get them turned twisted, ripped, dirty, caught on things or whatnot. For a four-year-old girl, she had some of the most energy Daisy had ever dealt with. It was keeping Daisy in shape as she hustled to catch up with the girl who was "counting" snowflakes.
"Seven, four, five hundred, fifteen, one bazillion!" She turned to look at her nurse with wide eyes. "One bazillion!! Can you believe it, we've had a bazillion snowflakes!!" She stuck her tongue out and caught one. A giggle escaped her pink lips. "Now there's only a bazillion minus one!" She twirled and twirled until she was so dizzy she collapsed into the snow.
She squealed with laughter as Daisy fell on top of her, tickling her through the heavy and now wet robes. Her whole face was radiating happiness. "Stoooooooooop! Daisy Stop!" Her giggles would pause occasionally as she whined to her nurse.
Daisy rolled onto her back next to the girl. She turned to the four year old who was staring at the snowflakes falling down around her. "Are there really none alike?" Daisy reached out and pulled Maureen's cap over her ears.
"Yes Reen, they are really none alike. I know because, one day when I was your age, I was making snow angels. You know how to make snow angels?" The little girl nodding ferociously, her eyes wide. Daisy smiled at the girl.
"Well, I was making them snow angels, when one of them got up out of the snow and came over to me. It looked at me making snow angels. It talked and talked to me and we had snowball fights and the snow fell all around us. The angel took me sledding and showed me how to make the perfect snowman. It came alive and it came for a walk too. We all walked through this pretty grove. The snow angel and the snowman turned around and they told me they had to go. I got really sad, cuz that was one of the best snow days I'd ever had. So I asked them if they were ever coming back. The snow angel got really sad and she looked at me and said, "I can't, none of the snowflakes will ever be the same again to make me. They are all a little different from each other. There will never be another time for me to come visit." I got all sad and I sat down right there in a grove of pine trees. And I made snow angels every day. I made them everywhere. I think one day my mommy and I counted, I think I made over a bazillion snow angels."
The girl's eyes widened, "A bazillion? But that's more then how many snowflakes we have!" Daisy nodded her head and in a very serious voice said, "I know, I made a bazillion snow angels and none of them ever came alive cuz no two snowflakes are alike."
Reen sat up. "Let's make snow angels. I want one to come alive."
Daisy smiled, "If we make snow angels we can't go to town," she warned.
"I don't care." Reen pulled on Daisy's hands and the two collapsed in a field and the two of them made snow angels all day long. The snowflakes fell all around them. The two laughed and giggled and chased each other around. They made a snowman and they counted snowflakes. If any one had walked by them they would have thought them mother and daughter.
Finally, Reen collapsed in the field and looked at Daisy. "My arms can't make no more wings!"
"You too? My arms don't work either. Well, I guess we better go home" Daisy went to pick Maureen up. Reen looked at Daisy, a pout forming.
Daisy sat down in the snow and crossed her arms. She looked over at Reen. "Well, I guess we could sit out in the snow and get turned into snowmen ourselves."
Reen jumped up and ran towards Daisy. She pushed Daisy into the snow. "Am I really going to be a snowman?" Daisy pulled the girl into her arms. "Of course not. Let's go home!" Daisy stood up and carried the tired girl through the snow.
By the time the two had reached the door, Reen had fallen asleep in Daisy's arms. Daisy smiled at the girl and brushed the unruly curls that were plastered to her forehead, away. It wasn't all that long ago that she had first entered this house, doing the same thing.
She checked the note again, making sure the address was right. What stood in front of her was a huge castle, complete with turrets, the stone lions at the door and a red carpet leading up to the door. The stones making up the castles exterior were a soft pink, reflecting the pinks and oranges of the setting sun. The baby in her hands moved and Daisy looked down to find her still asleep. "We're going home Maureen" she whispered. With a deep breath, Daisy walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.
Daisy was staring at the foreboding wooden doors, when suddenly one wasn't in front of her.
"Is there something I can do for you?" A man with a crisp British accent opened the door. He was staring a Daisy and her bags and at the baby in her arms. "I don't believe the Master was expecting anyone."
She stared at the note in her hands and finally relinquished it to the Butler. Just the sheer beauty of the front hall flabbergasted her. It had high arches engraved with snakes, birds of prey, lions, tigers, and all kinds of big, ferocious animals. The carpet was a blood red and accentuated the mahogany wood. Daisy was frightened and in awe. The room was beautiful yet had an aura of destruction and evil. The butler was talking to her, but Daisy was counting doors down the hallway and was looking at the beautiful decorations of the hall. Finally, the butler reached down, whisked the bags away and turned walking towards the stairs. She realized she should follow him, and clutching the baby to her heart she followed the man up the spiral stairs, wondering if she should have removed her shoes. She didn't want to stain the pure red of the carpet.
Daisy sat the exhausted girl on her bed. She removed the girl's robes and with much difficulty slid her into her black pajamas. Reen hated them, but her parents would never let her wear the bright pinks and purples she wanted. The tired girl kept leaning to the side, as if her pillow was gravitationally attracted to her. Daisy tucked the girl into her huge bed, and watched as the girl snuggled into her sheets. She sat down in the rocker and smiled at the girl. She'd spent many nights doing that, including her first:
Daisy looked at the baby in the crib. The room had been set up for the baby in haste. She could tell no one had put any thought or care into the room. It wasn't decorated like the other rooms she had caught glimpse of and it was all mismatched and disorganized, a rude contrast to the terrifying hall. When the baby had finally fallen asleep, she finally unfolded the crumpled note in her hand.
Nurse:
Bring our baby back to our house for us. We had urgent business that needed to be taken care of. We were in no mood to take our new daughter. If you could drop her and yourself off at our house, we would acknowledge your effort with some money. We are looking for a full-time nanny as we are rarely home. We know you have taken an interest in our daughter and give you the job. Money is not an issue. Please show the note to the butler. He'll recognize the seal. The room next to the baby's room is yours. Please do not take any other.
Than Sincer
Goodbye,
Victoria and Christopher Baldwell
The note had an intertwining snake pattern stamped onto it. Underneath lay the address of the castle Daisy now resided in. She had contemplated not bringing the child, but she couldn't bear to see such a beautiful girl be given up for adoption, though the baby might have been better off. Daisy had taken one look at the baby girl and had made her decision.
Which was why she was now sitting, watching the four-year-old girl she loved like a daughter, sleep.
A/N: I know this is all boring, and everyone is going why the hell is this related to Harry Potter, only one more boring chapter to establish stuff and then we are on our way to Hogwarts. Please R/R!! Lots of Love
