Chapter 2- Her Past
"Mec, it's been a week since you came here, I've had so much fun, you know,"
"Thanks Ron, I've had fun too,"
Ron, Harry, Hermione and Mec had now become a quadruplet instead of the old trio. But Mec never really talked much about herself. 'This is my chance,' thought Ron. He and Mec were sitting on the grass in back of the Burrow. They sat in the shade of a large tree, they were exhausted, and they had just finished de-Knoming the yard.
"So why are you here with Hermione instead of the states?"
"Well, I live here now, and my Aunt and Uncle are now my Guardians."
"Oh . . .Why?"
"Well, um . . . my mum died a few months ago, Hermione didn't tell you that I was here because I asked her not to." Mec said and looked away.
"What happened to your father? Why aren't you with him?"
"He died when I was only five years old, I barley got to know him."
"I'm sorry I asked, I didn't mean to be rude."
"Actually, its okay. I really don't mind talking about him,"
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Well, I don't know,"
"Can. . . can you tell me about your past?"
"Well, I have never told anyone, no one knows it, except Hermione, she just knows it, I never actually told her . . ." She trailed off looking into nowhere.
"Oh, its okay, I understand."
"But, I think its time I told someone,"
"Really?"
"Especially someone I trust with my life."
"You trust me that much?"
"Yes, . . . yes I do. Now, do you want to hear it?"
"Yes go ahead,"
"Okay, well, where to start? Oh, my mum was a witch and my dad was a muggle. My dad started to teach me how to use a sword before he died. Mum said I was too young to learn. It was so violent she said, and I was only four when he started to teach me. He taught me until he died. I didn't learn much, but there was a promise that I made to him, I promised him that I would become a better samurai than him, and I did." Mec looked down, Ron thought he saw a tear roll down her cheek. "I'm sorry, I never cry, I . . . I . . ."
"Hey, its okay, I'm here, "
"Thanks Ron, well, I trained really, really hard. That's why I'm so strong. I also trained my senses, like I can fell a person before I can see them. Um, I lived here in England until I was nine, then me and my mum moved to Florida, one of the States. It was always warm, all year long. I soon got my letter for Sykel School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. I never had any friends there, but I did have a best friend, we understood each other. At school, the girls didn't want to be with me because I was too boyish, and the guys didn't want me either cause I was a girl. So I had nowhere to go, my friend and I stayed in touch by owl. She didn't go to school. My mother tutored her. In school I was insulted a lot. And I kept to myself, to my studies, and to my . . . my mum." Mec had tears in her eyes. Ron edged closer to her and grabbed her hand.
"Hey, you don't have to tell me, okay?"
"But I want to Ron. See my mum died a few months ago, and that's why I'm here with Mione. I'm an orphan now. I have no one else to go to."
Ron hugged her. He looked at her, at her eyes. He saw the true color of her eyes, brown with an aqua blue outline.
"Your eyes,""
"Yes?
"Their beautiful,"
"Thank you, I didn't tell you something,"
"What?"
"Well, you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even Mione knows."
"Alright, I promise."
"Well, I'm an unregistered Animagus."
"Really? That's amazing! What animal are you?"
"Well, I'm a wolf, a pitch-black wolf. I choose a wolf because during the day, people mistake me for big stray dog, and during the night, no one really notices me."
"Wow, um, do you think that you could train me to be an Animagus?"
"It would take months to learn..."
"I don't care, I've always wanted to be an Animagus."
"Well, okay, but what animal would you choose?"
"I don't know, I do know that I want to be free, not something too odd. Maybe a wolf, just like you."
"Really? That's very sweet Ron."
Ron's cheeks turned red, like his hair. They heard Mrs. Weasley call them for dinner and broke apart. Ron was about to step inside when Mec stopped him.
"Ron, thank you,"
"For what?"
"For helping me, you helped me. I told you I have never told anyone my past. It was a secret, until now. Thanks."
"Your welcome."
Mec quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran inside. Ron touched his cheek where Mec had just kissed him. That night, dinner went great. And in Ginny's room, after dinner, Mec and Hermione were talking about school. Until Mec brought up a new subject.
"Mione, I told him."
"Who and what?"
"Ron, I told him my past. My life."
"You've never told anyone, you must really love him."
"I do, "
"Hey, Mec, do you think that you could teach me how to use a sword?"
"Sure! You know, I've been asked to teach things a lot today."
"Really? Who? "
"Ron,"
"What did he ask you to teach him?"
"Sorry, I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"Mione, remember that little talk we had about butting into other peoples business?"
"Yes,"
Mec laughed along with Hermione. They talked more about the art of a sword. They were asleep when Ginny came in the room.
"Mec, it's been a week since you came here, I've had so much fun, you know,"
"Thanks Ron, I've had fun too,"
Ron, Harry, Hermione and Mec had now become a quadruplet instead of the old trio. But Mec never really talked much about herself. 'This is my chance,' thought Ron. He and Mec were sitting on the grass in back of the Burrow. They sat in the shade of a large tree, they were exhausted, and they had just finished de-Knoming the yard.
"So why are you here with Hermione instead of the states?"
"Well, I live here now, and my Aunt and Uncle are now my Guardians."
"Oh . . .Why?"
"Well, um . . . my mum died a few months ago, Hermione didn't tell you that I was here because I asked her not to." Mec said and looked away.
"What happened to your father? Why aren't you with him?"
"He died when I was only five years old, I barley got to know him."
"I'm sorry I asked, I didn't mean to be rude."
"Actually, its okay. I really don't mind talking about him,"
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Well, I don't know,"
"Can. . . can you tell me about your past?"
"Well, I have never told anyone, no one knows it, except Hermione, she just knows it, I never actually told her . . ." She trailed off looking into nowhere.
"Oh, its okay, I understand."
"But, I think its time I told someone,"
"Really?"
"Especially someone I trust with my life."
"You trust me that much?"
"Yes, . . . yes I do. Now, do you want to hear it?"
"Yes go ahead,"
"Okay, well, where to start? Oh, my mum was a witch and my dad was a muggle. My dad started to teach me how to use a sword before he died. Mum said I was too young to learn. It was so violent she said, and I was only four when he started to teach me. He taught me until he died. I didn't learn much, but there was a promise that I made to him, I promised him that I would become a better samurai than him, and I did." Mec looked down, Ron thought he saw a tear roll down her cheek. "I'm sorry, I never cry, I . . . I . . ."
"Hey, its okay, I'm here, "
"Thanks Ron, well, I trained really, really hard. That's why I'm so strong. I also trained my senses, like I can fell a person before I can see them. Um, I lived here in England until I was nine, then me and my mum moved to Florida, one of the States. It was always warm, all year long. I soon got my letter for Sykel School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. I never had any friends there, but I did have a best friend, we understood each other. At school, the girls didn't want to be with me because I was too boyish, and the guys didn't want me either cause I was a girl. So I had nowhere to go, my friend and I stayed in touch by owl. She didn't go to school. My mother tutored her. In school I was insulted a lot. And I kept to myself, to my studies, and to my . . . my mum." Mec had tears in her eyes. Ron edged closer to her and grabbed her hand.
"Hey, you don't have to tell me, okay?"
"But I want to Ron. See my mum died a few months ago, and that's why I'm here with Mione. I'm an orphan now. I have no one else to go to."
Ron hugged her. He looked at her, at her eyes. He saw the true color of her eyes, brown with an aqua blue outline.
"Your eyes,""
"Yes?
"Their beautiful,"
"Thank you, I didn't tell you something,"
"What?"
"Well, you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even Mione knows."
"Alright, I promise."
"Well, I'm an unregistered Animagus."
"Really? That's amazing! What animal are you?"
"Well, I'm a wolf, a pitch-black wolf. I choose a wolf because during the day, people mistake me for big stray dog, and during the night, no one really notices me."
"Wow, um, do you think that you could train me to be an Animagus?"
"It would take months to learn..."
"I don't care, I've always wanted to be an Animagus."
"Well, okay, but what animal would you choose?"
"I don't know, I do know that I want to be free, not something too odd. Maybe a wolf, just like you."
"Really? That's very sweet Ron."
Ron's cheeks turned red, like his hair. They heard Mrs. Weasley call them for dinner and broke apart. Ron was about to step inside when Mec stopped him.
"Ron, thank you,"
"For what?"
"For helping me, you helped me. I told you I have never told anyone my past. It was a secret, until now. Thanks."
"Your welcome."
Mec quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran inside. Ron touched his cheek where Mec had just kissed him. That night, dinner went great. And in Ginny's room, after dinner, Mec and Hermione were talking about school. Until Mec brought up a new subject.
"Mione, I told him."
"Who and what?"
"Ron, I told him my past. My life."
"You've never told anyone, you must really love him."
"I do, "
"Hey, Mec, do you think that you could teach me how to use a sword?"
"Sure! You know, I've been asked to teach things a lot today."
"Really? Who? "
"Ron,"
"What did he ask you to teach him?"
"Sorry, I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"Mione, remember that little talk we had about butting into other peoples business?"
"Yes,"
Mec laughed along with Hermione. They talked more about the art of a sword. They were asleep when Ginny came in the room.