Chapter 2
After my lessons, I'd spend the rest of my day alone either flying around the compounds of the McKinnon manor or wandering aimlessly into the forest where I normally go to think. There isn't really much to do alone. But I do have one friend though... my horse, Sapphire.
Sometimes I'd just stay in my room, bored out of my mind. Often, I'd sit by the window with my violin. I had been playing since I started lessons when I was seven. They were never lively tunes... sad, mournful ones. That's what so unique about a violin... it could play the saddest tunes or the most liveliest ones.
My roomful of toys lay forgotten. I do think I'm too old to be playing with toys. I'll be turning seventeen next April.
Often, images of Hogwarts students clad in their smart black robes, laughing and joking with one another as they venture from one class to another float through my mind. Endlessly, I'd wish I was one of them, regarded no less or no more of a person.
Every time I manage to pass my father in the corridors, or see him in his study, I'd beg him to let me go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But every time, he'd say no. That I'm lucky to be where I am.
Here I am, in my bedroom. I've just had a lonely lunch in the dining room. Father, I guess, is out doing something for business, like he always does. He never really tells me where he goes... And to be honest, I don't really care anymore.
As I got up slowly from the four-poster bed, letting my fingertips trail on the linen bed sheets until they left them as I stood. The soft carpet felt warm under my feet, the warm summer sunshine shone through the spotlessly clean tall windows of my room. They stretched high from the soft, carpeted ground towards the cold ceiling. I walked slowly towards the window, gazing out at the rolling hills, and the rippling creek that slithered in its valleys.
I sighed as I caught my reflection in the glass. My hazel brown eyes, which I thought were my best feature, have been gradually iced by my loneliness and crave for attention, it no longer held the delightful warm twinkle that usually danced in them when I laughed. My dark brownish-black hair ran down half the length of my back, ending in soft curls. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ears and gazed sadly at myself.
The large oak doors to my room opened slightly and I heard somebody come in. It was probably just one of the house elves, coming in with the freshly laundered robes. I didn't move, I just continued staring out the window, watching the cottony white clouds drift lazily across the periwinkle blue sky without a care in the world. The trees of the forest behind the hills swayed in motion with the breeze hypnotically.
I leaned forwards out the window and could just barely spot the back of a carriage disappear behind the stone walls of the manor. I sighed despondently. Of course. What was I thinking anyway...? It was probably one of father's clients or a colleague from work come to inform him that his researchers have come up with a new feature for the broomstick.
I remember it well... My father had thrown a pretty sizable birthday bash for my fourteenth birthday, comprised mostly- no, comprised completely of his friends. It was more of a business opportunity than a birthday party for his only daughter. I had been left forgotten at the corner of the room, in my new dress robes, glaring icily at whoever that passed by.
The only other person who seemed as though he too didn't want to be there was a dark haired boy, around my age. I didn't talk to him but our eyes locked into each other's for a second before the crowd closed in and obscured him from view. It had been pretty much the worse birthday I ever had, not that the others had been any good, my father just barely spared me a glance when I blew out the birthday cake unbeknownst to anyone else. I had marched off to bed straight after that, I doubt father ever noticed.
After my lessons, I'd spend the rest of my day alone either flying around the compounds of the McKinnon manor or wandering aimlessly into the forest where I normally go to think. There isn't really much to do alone. But I do have one friend though... my horse, Sapphire.
Sometimes I'd just stay in my room, bored out of my mind. Often, I'd sit by the window with my violin. I had been playing since I started lessons when I was seven. They were never lively tunes... sad, mournful ones. That's what so unique about a violin... it could play the saddest tunes or the most liveliest ones.
My roomful of toys lay forgotten. I do think I'm too old to be playing with toys. I'll be turning seventeen next April.
Often, images of Hogwarts students clad in their smart black robes, laughing and joking with one another as they venture from one class to another float through my mind. Endlessly, I'd wish I was one of them, regarded no less or no more of a person.
Every time I manage to pass my father in the corridors, or see him in his study, I'd beg him to let me go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But every time, he'd say no. That I'm lucky to be where I am.
Here I am, in my bedroom. I've just had a lonely lunch in the dining room. Father, I guess, is out doing something for business, like he always does. He never really tells me where he goes... And to be honest, I don't really care anymore.
As I got up slowly from the four-poster bed, letting my fingertips trail on the linen bed sheets until they left them as I stood. The soft carpet felt warm under my feet, the warm summer sunshine shone through the spotlessly clean tall windows of my room. They stretched high from the soft, carpeted ground towards the cold ceiling. I walked slowly towards the window, gazing out at the rolling hills, and the rippling creek that slithered in its valleys.
I sighed as I caught my reflection in the glass. My hazel brown eyes, which I thought were my best feature, have been gradually iced by my loneliness and crave for attention, it no longer held the delightful warm twinkle that usually danced in them when I laughed. My dark brownish-black hair ran down half the length of my back, ending in soft curls. I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ears and gazed sadly at myself.
The large oak doors to my room opened slightly and I heard somebody come in. It was probably just one of the house elves, coming in with the freshly laundered robes. I didn't move, I just continued staring out the window, watching the cottony white clouds drift lazily across the periwinkle blue sky without a care in the world. The trees of the forest behind the hills swayed in motion with the breeze hypnotically.
I leaned forwards out the window and could just barely spot the back of a carriage disappear behind the stone walls of the manor. I sighed despondently. Of course. What was I thinking anyway...? It was probably one of father's clients or a colleague from work come to inform him that his researchers have come up with a new feature for the broomstick.
I remember it well... My father had thrown a pretty sizable birthday bash for my fourteenth birthday, comprised mostly- no, comprised completely of his friends. It was more of a business opportunity than a birthday party for his only daughter. I had been left forgotten at the corner of the room, in my new dress robes, glaring icily at whoever that passed by.
The only other person who seemed as though he too didn't want to be there was a dark haired boy, around my age. I didn't talk to him but our eyes locked into each other's for a second before the crowd closed in and obscured him from view. It had been pretty much the worse birthday I ever had, not that the others had been any good, my father just barely spared me a glance when I blew out the birthday cake unbeknownst to anyone else. I had marched off to bed straight after that, I doubt father ever noticed.