After all of this the Malfoy Family had recovered quite well and Brent and
Ruby slowly started recovering after the divorce. By the time Alexia was
seven, Gavin had graduated from Hogwarts and was working for a Gringotts
division in Diagon Alley. He was always home, which was the exact opposite
of her Father. He was always away on business or something, but Alexia
never found out exactly what he was doing.
You see Brent's sister, Melissa, was born without magical powers, so the reality that Alexia might not have magical powers was very real to him. He forbade Gavin and Ruby to tell Alexia about their world, she was not allowed to go to Kings Cross Station with them, they owned a TV, a car, and used the telephone instead of owls. Brent kept all of their wizarding things in his study, which he always kept locked, but once in a while, the door would be left open just a little and Alexia would see wonderful things her eyes had never see before. There was a beautiful owl sitting on a perch near the window, surrounded by pieces of thick paper and feathers that looked as though they'd been dipped in ink. There were many large books on the shelves and several newspapers, but there was something different about them, the pictures would move.
Ruby often pleaded with Brent to introduce Alexia to the wizarding world and this would lead to a very long argument. Ruby would argue until her jaw was sore but Brent always put his foot down.
"If she is born without magical powers, then do you know how disappointing it will be? She'll be crushed," said Brent.
"But she needs to know," insisted Ruby.
"No Mother," Brent said firmly, "She'll find out in due time. She is not allowed in my study ever, either. Do you understand?"
Ruby agreed but at times she would often leave the door to Brent's study unlocked, in hopes that Alexia would stumble inside.
She had stumbled into the room, only once when she was about 6 years old. She wondered what kind of room this was, but was afraid to ask, due to the fact she had snuck in. It was starting to bother her that the older she got, the weirder her family acted around her. They would avoid subjects, talk in whispers, and Gavin, Brent and Ruby would spend nights in the study that was locked. She always wondered what they were talking, but one night she found out.
Late one night during late July, when Alexia was eleven-years-old, she heard Brent and Ruby talking as they sat in the kitchen talking.
"She should have gotten it by now," said Brent.
"Brent, relax," said the old voice of Ruby, "She'll get it soon enough."
"But what if she doesn't?" asked Brent, looking very worried.
Ruby put her hand on her son's shoulder.
"Don't worry," she said, "The letter will come. She has the gift."
Alexia sat there, listening. At hearing this she was confused. Who was waiting for a letter? She retreated to her room, where she sat on her bed thinking. She was rather tall for her age, with short, choppy red and blond hair. Her green eyes gazed up at the sky and the moon lit up her pale face. She sat on the window seat of a large window that faced the distant city of London. She looked up and saw the full moon that hung high above the city. She sighed and looked back at Big Ben and the lights of the city. She listened to the hooting of the owls in the nearby trees. She could hear the mumbling of her Father and Grandmother. Her Father had been on edge for a while, and it bother Alexia, because he refused to tell her what was bothering him. Alexia sighed and suddenly heard the rustling of wings. She looked up to see a large barn owl flying towards her. She tumbled backwards into the room and the owl landed on the window seat.
At first all Alexia could do was stare at the owl, but soon she saw a letter attached to his leg that bore her name. She stood up and took the letter from the owl, which immediately flew off. The letter was made of very thick parchment and bore a strange seal on the back. She didn't know what to do, so she headed for the door to her room.
She walked out into the dark and empty hallway and looked around. Her Father and Grandmother were still downstairs. She walked towards the stairs but instead knocked at the door on the very top of the stairs.
"Gav?" she asked.
"Yeah?" answered a deep smooth voice.
"Can I ask you something?' Alexia asked.
The door open and there stood her brother Gavin, now twenty-one and very handsome. He had long, spikey dark brown hair, tan skin, and bright blue eyes. He was very strong and tall, and had a kind face.
He smiled at Alexia as she stood there, holding the letter.
"What's up squirt?" asked Gavin.
Alexia handed him the letter and Gavin's eyes widened.
"I just got this," she said, sounding confused, "From an owl."
"Lex. . ." he gasped, "This is great!"
He hugged her and carried her downstairs.
"Dad! Grandma! Look at this!" yelled Gavin.
They rushed over, looking very excited. Alexia laughed a little, it was a lot of fuss for some stupid letter. Her Father ripped open the letter and read it.
"Dear Ms. Alexia Malfoy," he read, "We are very pleased to announce and you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Brent smiled from ear to ear at his daughter and hugged her tightly. Alexia was very confused. Her grandmother hugged her too, and they all started talking loudly, but Alexia silenced them.
"STOP!" she yelled.
Gavin looked at her and smiled.
"What is this all about?" asked Alexia, sounding a bit angrier than she intended.
Her Father picked her up and smiled.
"You, my child," he said, "Are going to go to Hogwarts to learn to be a witch!"
Alexia stared blankly at her Father and started to laugh.
"Very funny, Dad," she said, "But seriously."
By the looks on their faces that was exactly what they were being, serious. They didn't seem to think this was a joke at all.
"Lemme show you something," said Brent.
They took her upstairs to Brent's office. Inside it held so many strange and magical objects that Alexia's mind was swimming. She looked down and stared at the letter she was holding.
"This is a Wizard's study," said Brent, "That owl is Antony, it's how we send messages."
Brent went through all the contents of the room and even showed Alexia his broom, the Comet 79. It was very beaten and old, but Alexia couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"So, I'm a witch," she said.
Her Father nodded.
"And, I'm going to go off to school to learn magic?" she asked, her voice full of disbelief.
They all nodded. Ruby looked near tears and Gavin seemed very proud.
"I don't buy this," she said, shaking her head and walking from the room.
She headed downstairs and looked at the letter again. Suddenly the phone rang.
Who in their right mind would be calling now? Thought Alexia, It's nearly 10 o'clock.
"Hello, Malfoy residence," muttered Alexia.
"Lex!" yelled the voice on the other end.
"Linnea?" asked Alexia, "Oh my, how are you?"
Linnea was a very good friend of Alexia's. They had gone to primary school together for 5 years.
"Fine," said Linnea, "And you?"
"Okay, I suppose," she said in an off hand sort of way, "My Dad is trying to play this big joke on me right now. He trained an owl to send me a letter that said I was going to go to a school for witches and wizards, I mean how dense do they think I am?"
Alexia laughed, but instead of a laugh from the other end there was silence.
"Um. . . Lex," stammered Linnea, "I got that letter too. . . "
Alexia stopped. Their parents couldn't be in on this together, they had never met.
"You don't think. . ." started Alexia.
"What?" asked Linnea, "That the place is real? That this isn't a joke?"
"Yeah," muttered Alexia.
"Well I dunno, Lex," said Linnea, "I mean. . .it could be. . ."
"Well what do you reckon?" asked Alexia, "Should we go for this?"
"Somehow I don't think my parents would play this kind of joke on me," said Linnea, "I think it's real."
Alexia sighed and looked at the letter, could it be true? Could she really a be a witch?
"Alright," she said.
Just then her Father entered the room. Alexia looked at him, his face filled with worry and concern.
"Alexia," he said, "Say good-bye, we need to talk,"
Alexia said good-bye to Linnea and sat down at the table with her Father. He rubbed his eyes and looked at her. She never realized how old he looked until just now.
"I think this is a matter you need to take seriously," he said, "Now just listen to me, okay?"
Alexia nodded and her Father sighed, cleared his throat, and began.
"Now, your Mother does come from a very long line of non-magical people, but I am the opposite," said her Father, "I come from a very long line of wizards and witches. My grandfather hated your grandmother, because she was a muggle born. . ."
"A what?" asked Alexia.
"Um. . .a muggle born is someone born of non-magical people. . .Muggles," said her Father, "That is where the 'purity' of the Malfoy name started to deteriorate. . ."
Her father told her about how the family sort of broke apart after Chaz and Ruby got married and why they never really did anything with Dad's brothers and sisters. By the time he was done speaking, Alexia was staring blankly at the floor, not know what to think.
"So. . ." she hesitated, "I am a witch."
Her father nodded.
"But, how come you never told me?" asked Alexia.
"That's not important," said her Father, "What is important is that you are a witch, and we need to prepare you for school."
"Well where are we gunna go?" asked Alexia, who had just scanned the list, "I've never seen some of this stuff before."
The list had everything from black robes to sloth brains.
"London of course!" said her Father.
"London?" asked Alexia, "They have this stuff?"
Her Father nodded and smiled.
"We'll go tomorrow and you'll see things you've never dreamed of," said her Father.
He was about to leave the kitchen, but Alexia stopped him. She had a look on her face that told her Father there was something else.
"What's wrong Lex?" he asked.
"Well. . ." she started, "Linnea got a letter too. . ."
"Linnea got a letter?" asked her Father, sounding rather shocked, "Really?"
"And her parents weren't too happy about it," said Alexia, "So. . ."
"You wanted to know if she could come with us," said her Father, finishing her sentence.
Alexia nodded and her Father smiled.
"Of course she can come!" he said, hugging her, "Call her right now."
Alexia ran to the phone and quickly dialed Linnea's number. Her Father answered the phone, sounding rather disgruntled.
"Hello?" he asked; his gruff voice sounded sleepy and annoyed.
"Hi, may I speak to Linnea please?" asked Alexia politely.
Linnea's Father handed over the phone without a word. Alexia heard Linnea's voice, but it was just a whisper.
"Hello?" she mumbled.
"Linnea, it's Lex," said Alexia, "It's all true!"
"What!" gasped Linnea.
"My dad told me," Alexia explained, "It's all true! We get to go to wizard school!"
Linnea was speechless, she could only stammer and mutter meaningless phrases.
"We're going to London tomorrow to get our things," said Alexia, "Wanna come with?"
"Let me check," said Linnea managed to say.
Alexia tried to hear Linnea's conversation with her Mother. As hard as she tried she couldn't understand what they were saying. Linnea finally picked up the phone.
"Yeah," she said, "But would your Dad be able to take me."
Alexia understood why. Her parents didn't want her to go to Hogwarts, they didn't want to accept the fact that she was magical.
"Yeah," Alexia said shortly.
"Awesome," said Linnea, "But I gotta go."
"Okay," said Alexia, "See you tomorrow around 11?"
"See you then," said Linnea.
Alexia hung up the phone and turned to her dad.
"We have to pick her up by 11 o'clock tomorrow," she said.
Her Father nodded.
"Alright," he said, "Then you should get to sleep."
Alexia glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost midnight, and suddenly she felt very sleepy. She followed her Father up the stairs and he hugged her.
"See you in the morning," he said, kissing her check.
Alexia got ready for bed, but couldn't sleep. She got up and walked into Gavin's room, where he sat awake, writing a letter.
"Hi Gav," she said softly.
Gavin spun around in his chair and smiled at his little sister.
"Hey short stuff," he said, "What are you doing up?"
"Can't sleep," she said flatly.
Gavin nodded and smiled at her.
"So you're going to Hogwarts," he said.
Alexia couldn't help but grin as she sat on his bed.
"Ya know," he said, sitting next to her, "Mum prayed this day would never come."
Alexia gave him a confused look.
"Why?" she asked, "I come from a long line of wizards don't I?"
Gavin shrugged.
"Well. . . kind of sort of," he said, "But Mum was a pure blood muggle, never had any magical relatives as far as I know."
"Is that why she left Dad?" asked Alexia.
Gavin shook his head, his brown bangs falling over his eyes.
"Mum and Dad separated for reasons even I don't know," he said, "Dad knew that for us to grow up normally they'd have to separate."
Alexia hugged Gavin and looked at a picture on his desk. It was very old and had a picture of two tall, blond haired men. Alexia picked up the picture and looked at Gavin.
"Who's that with Grandpa?" she asked.
"That's great grandpa Draco," said Gavin.
"You ever met him?" asked Alexia.
Gavin nodded.
"Yeah, a couple times. . . you've met him too, but you were too young to remember," he said, "I actually dunno where he is right now. He wasn't very friendly all the time either. Hates half bloods."
"Were Grandma and Grandpa magical?" asked Alexia.
"Yep," said Gavin. He turned and smiled at her, "You'll find our family, Dad's side anyway, is full of witches and wizards."
Alexia yawned and started to rub her eyes and Gavin smiled at her.
"Go to sleep, Lex," he said, "Ya got a big day ahead of ya,"
Alexia stumbled back to her room and looked around. Suddenly a lot of the stuff seemed very odd and simple. There was a picture of her, Gavin, and her Mum and Dad sitting in front of the fireplace. She hadn't been more than three when this picture was taken. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the picture. Her Mother had been the corner stone during her first few years of life, but now she was completely gone. Alexia had always relied on Linnea, or her Aunt Jean (who wasn't really her Aunt was a very good friend of the family) to have those certain girl talks that are so important someone's life.
Alexia flopped back on her bed and sighed, watching the stars. Her life had changed completely, this morning she could've have sworn she was a normal kid, but now, now she was going to a school to learn magic, a school where her life would change.
You see Brent's sister, Melissa, was born without magical powers, so the reality that Alexia might not have magical powers was very real to him. He forbade Gavin and Ruby to tell Alexia about their world, she was not allowed to go to Kings Cross Station with them, they owned a TV, a car, and used the telephone instead of owls. Brent kept all of their wizarding things in his study, which he always kept locked, but once in a while, the door would be left open just a little and Alexia would see wonderful things her eyes had never see before. There was a beautiful owl sitting on a perch near the window, surrounded by pieces of thick paper and feathers that looked as though they'd been dipped in ink. There were many large books on the shelves and several newspapers, but there was something different about them, the pictures would move.
Ruby often pleaded with Brent to introduce Alexia to the wizarding world and this would lead to a very long argument. Ruby would argue until her jaw was sore but Brent always put his foot down.
"If she is born without magical powers, then do you know how disappointing it will be? She'll be crushed," said Brent.
"But she needs to know," insisted Ruby.
"No Mother," Brent said firmly, "She'll find out in due time. She is not allowed in my study ever, either. Do you understand?"
Ruby agreed but at times she would often leave the door to Brent's study unlocked, in hopes that Alexia would stumble inside.
She had stumbled into the room, only once when she was about 6 years old. She wondered what kind of room this was, but was afraid to ask, due to the fact she had snuck in. It was starting to bother her that the older she got, the weirder her family acted around her. They would avoid subjects, talk in whispers, and Gavin, Brent and Ruby would spend nights in the study that was locked. She always wondered what they were talking, but one night she found out.
Late one night during late July, when Alexia was eleven-years-old, she heard Brent and Ruby talking as they sat in the kitchen talking.
"She should have gotten it by now," said Brent.
"Brent, relax," said the old voice of Ruby, "She'll get it soon enough."
"But what if she doesn't?" asked Brent, looking very worried.
Ruby put her hand on her son's shoulder.
"Don't worry," she said, "The letter will come. She has the gift."
Alexia sat there, listening. At hearing this she was confused. Who was waiting for a letter? She retreated to her room, where she sat on her bed thinking. She was rather tall for her age, with short, choppy red and blond hair. Her green eyes gazed up at the sky and the moon lit up her pale face. She sat on the window seat of a large window that faced the distant city of London. She looked up and saw the full moon that hung high above the city. She sighed and looked back at Big Ben and the lights of the city. She listened to the hooting of the owls in the nearby trees. She could hear the mumbling of her Father and Grandmother. Her Father had been on edge for a while, and it bother Alexia, because he refused to tell her what was bothering him. Alexia sighed and suddenly heard the rustling of wings. She looked up to see a large barn owl flying towards her. She tumbled backwards into the room and the owl landed on the window seat.
At first all Alexia could do was stare at the owl, but soon she saw a letter attached to his leg that bore her name. She stood up and took the letter from the owl, which immediately flew off. The letter was made of very thick parchment and bore a strange seal on the back. She didn't know what to do, so she headed for the door to her room.
She walked out into the dark and empty hallway and looked around. Her Father and Grandmother were still downstairs. She walked towards the stairs but instead knocked at the door on the very top of the stairs.
"Gav?" she asked.
"Yeah?" answered a deep smooth voice.
"Can I ask you something?' Alexia asked.
The door open and there stood her brother Gavin, now twenty-one and very handsome. He had long, spikey dark brown hair, tan skin, and bright blue eyes. He was very strong and tall, and had a kind face.
He smiled at Alexia as she stood there, holding the letter.
"What's up squirt?" asked Gavin.
Alexia handed him the letter and Gavin's eyes widened.
"I just got this," she said, sounding confused, "From an owl."
"Lex. . ." he gasped, "This is great!"
He hugged her and carried her downstairs.
"Dad! Grandma! Look at this!" yelled Gavin.
They rushed over, looking very excited. Alexia laughed a little, it was a lot of fuss for some stupid letter. Her Father ripped open the letter and read it.
"Dear Ms. Alexia Malfoy," he read, "We are very pleased to announce and you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Brent smiled from ear to ear at his daughter and hugged her tightly. Alexia was very confused. Her grandmother hugged her too, and they all started talking loudly, but Alexia silenced them.
"STOP!" she yelled.
Gavin looked at her and smiled.
"What is this all about?" asked Alexia, sounding a bit angrier than she intended.
Her Father picked her up and smiled.
"You, my child," he said, "Are going to go to Hogwarts to learn to be a witch!"
Alexia stared blankly at her Father and started to laugh.
"Very funny, Dad," she said, "But seriously."
By the looks on their faces that was exactly what they were being, serious. They didn't seem to think this was a joke at all.
"Lemme show you something," said Brent.
They took her upstairs to Brent's office. Inside it held so many strange and magical objects that Alexia's mind was swimming. She looked down and stared at the letter she was holding.
"This is a Wizard's study," said Brent, "That owl is Antony, it's how we send messages."
Brent went through all the contents of the room and even showed Alexia his broom, the Comet 79. It was very beaten and old, but Alexia couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"So, I'm a witch," she said.
Her Father nodded.
"And, I'm going to go off to school to learn magic?" she asked, her voice full of disbelief.
They all nodded. Ruby looked near tears and Gavin seemed very proud.
"I don't buy this," she said, shaking her head and walking from the room.
She headed downstairs and looked at the letter again. Suddenly the phone rang.
Who in their right mind would be calling now? Thought Alexia, It's nearly 10 o'clock.
"Hello, Malfoy residence," muttered Alexia.
"Lex!" yelled the voice on the other end.
"Linnea?" asked Alexia, "Oh my, how are you?"
Linnea was a very good friend of Alexia's. They had gone to primary school together for 5 years.
"Fine," said Linnea, "And you?"
"Okay, I suppose," she said in an off hand sort of way, "My Dad is trying to play this big joke on me right now. He trained an owl to send me a letter that said I was going to go to a school for witches and wizards, I mean how dense do they think I am?"
Alexia laughed, but instead of a laugh from the other end there was silence.
"Um. . . Lex," stammered Linnea, "I got that letter too. . . "
Alexia stopped. Their parents couldn't be in on this together, they had never met.
"You don't think. . ." started Alexia.
"What?" asked Linnea, "That the place is real? That this isn't a joke?"
"Yeah," muttered Alexia.
"Well I dunno, Lex," said Linnea, "I mean. . .it could be. . ."
"Well what do you reckon?" asked Alexia, "Should we go for this?"
"Somehow I don't think my parents would play this kind of joke on me," said Linnea, "I think it's real."
Alexia sighed and looked at the letter, could it be true? Could she really a be a witch?
"Alright," she said.
Just then her Father entered the room. Alexia looked at him, his face filled with worry and concern.
"Alexia," he said, "Say good-bye, we need to talk,"
Alexia said good-bye to Linnea and sat down at the table with her Father. He rubbed his eyes and looked at her. She never realized how old he looked until just now.
"I think this is a matter you need to take seriously," he said, "Now just listen to me, okay?"
Alexia nodded and her Father sighed, cleared his throat, and began.
"Now, your Mother does come from a very long line of non-magical people, but I am the opposite," said her Father, "I come from a very long line of wizards and witches. My grandfather hated your grandmother, because she was a muggle born. . ."
"A what?" asked Alexia.
"Um. . .a muggle born is someone born of non-magical people. . .Muggles," said her Father, "That is where the 'purity' of the Malfoy name started to deteriorate. . ."
Her father told her about how the family sort of broke apart after Chaz and Ruby got married and why they never really did anything with Dad's brothers and sisters. By the time he was done speaking, Alexia was staring blankly at the floor, not know what to think.
"So. . ." she hesitated, "I am a witch."
Her father nodded.
"But, how come you never told me?" asked Alexia.
"That's not important," said her Father, "What is important is that you are a witch, and we need to prepare you for school."
"Well where are we gunna go?" asked Alexia, who had just scanned the list, "I've never seen some of this stuff before."
The list had everything from black robes to sloth brains.
"London of course!" said her Father.
"London?" asked Alexia, "They have this stuff?"
Her Father nodded and smiled.
"We'll go tomorrow and you'll see things you've never dreamed of," said her Father.
He was about to leave the kitchen, but Alexia stopped him. She had a look on her face that told her Father there was something else.
"What's wrong Lex?" he asked.
"Well. . ." she started, "Linnea got a letter too. . ."
"Linnea got a letter?" asked her Father, sounding rather shocked, "Really?"
"And her parents weren't too happy about it," said Alexia, "So. . ."
"You wanted to know if she could come with us," said her Father, finishing her sentence.
Alexia nodded and her Father smiled.
"Of course she can come!" he said, hugging her, "Call her right now."
Alexia ran to the phone and quickly dialed Linnea's number. Her Father answered the phone, sounding rather disgruntled.
"Hello?" he asked; his gruff voice sounded sleepy and annoyed.
"Hi, may I speak to Linnea please?" asked Alexia politely.
Linnea's Father handed over the phone without a word. Alexia heard Linnea's voice, but it was just a whisper.
"Hello?" she mumbled.
"Linnea, it's Lex," said Alexia, "It's all true!"
"What!" gasped Linnea.
"My dad told me," Alexia explained, "It's all true! We get to go to wizard school!"
Linnea was speechless, she could only stammer and mutter meaningless phrases.
"We're going to London tomorrow to get our things," said Alexia, "Wanna come with?"
"Let me check," said Linnea managed to say.
Alexia tried to hear Linnea's conversation with her Mother. As hard as she tried she couldn't understand what they were saying. Linnea finally picked up the phone.
"Yeah," she said, "But would your Dad be able to take me."
Alexia understood why. Her parents didn't want her to go to Hogwarts, they didn't want to accept the fact that she was magical.
"Yeah," Alexia said shortly.
"Awesome," said Linnea, "But I gotta go."
"Okay," said Alexia, "See you tomorrow around 11?"
"See you then," said Linnea.
Alexia hung up the phone and turned to her dad.
"We have to pick her up by 11 o'clock tomorrow," she said.
Her Father nodded.
"Alright," he said, "Then you should get to sleep."
Alexia glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost midnight, and suddenly she felt very sleepy. She followed her Father up the stairs and he hugged her.
"See you in the morning," he said, kissing her check.
Alexia got ready for bed, but couldn't sleep. She got up and walked into Gavin's room, where he sat awake, writing a letter.
"Hi Gav," she said softly.
Gavin spun around in his chair and smiled at his little sister.
"Hey short stuff," he said, "What are you doing up?"
"Can't sleep," she said flatly.
Gavin nodded and smiled at her.
"So you're going to Hogwarts," he said.
Alexia couldn't help but grin as she sat on his bed.
"Ya know," he said, sitting next to her, "Mum prayed this day would never come."
Alexia gave him a confused look.
"Why?" she asked, "I come from a long line of wizards don't I?"
Gavin shrugged.
"Well. . . kind of sort of," he said, "But Mum was a pure blood muggle, never had any magical relatives as far as I know."
"Is that why she left Dad?" asked Alexia.
Gavin shook his head, his brown bangs falling over his eyes.
"Mum and Dad separated for reasons even I don't know," he said, "Dad knew that for us to grow up normally they'd have to separate."
Alexia hugged Gavin and looked at a picture on his desk. It was very old and had a picture of two tall, blond haired men. Alexia picked up the picture and looked at Gavin.
"Who's that with Grandpa?" she asked.
"That's great grandpa Draco," said Gavin.
"You ever met him?" asked Alexia.
Gavin nodded.
"Yeah, a couple times. . . you've met him too, but you were too young to remember," he said, "I actually dunno where he is right now. He wasn't very friendly all the time either. Hates half bloods."
"Were Grandma and Grandpa magical?" asked Alexia.
"Yep," said Gavin. He turned and smiled at her, "You'll find our family, Dad's side anyway, is full of witches and wizards."
Alexia yawned and started to rub her eyes and Gavin smiled at her.
"Go to sleep, Lex," he said, "Ya got a big day ahead of ya,"
Alexia stumbled back to her room and looked around. Suddenly a lot of the stuff seemed very odd and simple. There was a picture of her, Gavin, and her Mum and Dad sitting in front of the fireplace. She hadn't been more than three when this picture was taken. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the picture. Her Mother had been the corner stone during her first few years of life, but now she was completely gone. Alexia had always relied on Linnea, or her Aunt Jean (who wasn't really her Aunt was a very good friend of the family) to have those certain girl talks that are so important someone's life.
Alexia flopped back on her bed and sighed, watching the stars. Her life had changed completely, this morning she could've have sworn she was a normal kid, but now, now she was going to a school to learn magic, a school where her life would change.