"I don't want to go!" I scream angrily, kicking my Father in the shins.
"But you have to, darling."
"You can't make me!" I scream, even louder.
"Yes, I can, and you know it."
"I hate you!! You're the worst Father ever!!" I know it's not true though. He's really the best.
"Hogwarts is where your whole family has gone. You can't play with your little muggle friends any longer. You were supposed to go the last 4 years, but we home schooled you instead. If you wait any longer you'll be very much behind everyone else."
"I like my muggle friends! I don't want to meet anyone else!"
"You are not going to win this little fight. You are going to go, Mallory, and that's final." Says Severus in a tone that I know is final.
I punch him in the arm and run up to my room. I slam my door behind me and fall onto my bed crying. My phone rings and I wipe my eyes. I stare at it angrily thinking, 'who the hell is calling me at a time like this?'
I pick it up on the 3rd ring, "Hello?"
"Hey Mal. What's the matter?" says the person on the other line. It's my best friend, Liz.
"Nothing, unless you count the fact that my parent are sending me away to the school my dad teaches at."
"You're kidding me!"
"Nope. I hate my parents." I sniff and grab a tissue to wipe up my tears.
"But, you can't go there! What if no one is like us? What if no one is punk or gothic?"
"I know! I'm not going to make any friends! And they all wear uniforms like a bunch of clones!"
"No! I'll come over right now!"
"No, you can't. I have to pack."
"Will you at least call me when your there?"
"I'll try. Well I hear my dad coming, so call me later. Ok?"
"Ok. Bye," and she hangs up the phone. I lay back on my bed wipe the last of my tears off my face as my Dad walks in. He looks down at me lying on army print sheets. He walks over and sits down on my bed.
"I'm sorry, but you are a witch and you cannot deny it." He says softly to me. I look at him and he's got that look on his face. I can't help but smile.
"It's Ok, Dad. I'll survive, and besides at least you'll be there. What house do you think I'll be in?"
"Well, I'm hoping Slytherin."
"But isn't that a bad house?"
"I was in it," he says darkly.
"Oh," I glance away from my fathers' black eyes. I look like him, dark, black eyes, black hair. I know my hair isn't as greasy as his, though. And mine was waist- length. I have pale skin like his, and I was sort of tall. I didn't take long strides like he did, and I didn't have his long, crooked nose, which I was kind of thankful for. I know I shouldn't think it, but I kind of want to be in Gryffindor. Don't ask me why, but it just sounded right for me.
"Dad, I'm going to pack now. Ok? Wake me up in the morning." I leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Good night."
He smiles at me and says, "Ok Mallory." He kisses my forehead and his hair fall onto my face and tickles my nose. I giggle. He smiles again and walks out of the room. I get up from my bed and start shoving things into my trunk, clothes, all my make-up (black and red eyeliner, Black and purple lipstick, blue and black mascara, and white blush.), my journal, and some other personal items, along with everything my Father had made me come buy with him. While we were there we saw these three kids, about my age, a girl and two boys, glare at him and say loudly, "That git cant take points from us while we are on summer break." I almost charged for them but my Father had stopped me.
When I was done packing, I put on my Black cow pajamamas and turned the light off.
"Mallory... Mallory, wake up." A voice came floating through my dreams. My eyes fluttered open and my Father was standing over me. "Hurry up and get dressed so we can go to the King's Cross Station."
"But you have to, darling."
"You can't make me!" I scream, even louder.
"Yes, I can, and you know it."
"I hate you!! You're the worst Father ever!!" I know it's not true though. He's really the best.
"Hogwarts is where your whole family has gone. You can't play with your little muggle friends any longer. You were supposed to go the last 4 years, but we home schooled you instead. If you wait any longer you'll be very much behind everyone else."
"I like my muggle friends! I don't want to meet anyone else!"
"You are not going to win this little fight. You are going to go, Mallory, and that's final." Says Severus in a tone that I know is final.
I punch him in the arm and run up to my room. I slam my door behind me and fall onto my bed crying. My phone rings and I wipe my eyes. I stare at it angrily thinking, 'who the hell is calling me at a time like this?'
I pick it up on the 3rd ring, "Hello?"
"Hey Mal. What's the matter?" says the person on the other line. It's my best friend, Liz.
"Nothing, unless you count the fact that my parent are sending me away to the school my dad teaches at."
"You're kidding me!"
"Nope. I hate my parents." I sniff and grab a tissue to wipe up my tears.
"But, you can't go there! What if no one is like us? What if no one is punk or gothic?"
"I know! I'm not going to make any friends! And they all wear uniforms like a bunch of clones!"
"No! I'll come over right now!"
"No, you can't. I have to pack."
"Will you at least call me when your there?"
"I'll try. Well I hear my dad coming, so call me later. Ok?"
"Ok. Bye," and she hangs up the phone. I lay back on my bed wipe the last of my tears off my face as my Dad walks in. He looks down at me lying on army print sheets. He walks over and sits down on my bed.
"I'm sorry, but you are a witch and you cannot deny it." He says softly to me. I look at him and he's got that look on his face. I can't help but smile.
"It's Ok, Dad. I'll survive, and besides at least you'll be there. What house do you think I'll be in?"
"Well, I'm hoping Slytherin."
"But isn't that a bad house?"
"I was in it," he says darkly.
"Oh," I glance away from my fathers' black eyes. I look like him, dark, black eyes, black hair. I know my hair isn't as greasy as his, though. And mine was waist- length. I have pale skin like his, and I was sort of tall. I didn't take long strides like he did, and I didn't have his long, crooked nose, which I was kind of thankful for. I know I shouldn't think it, but I kind of want to be in Gryffindor. Don't ask me why, but it just sounded right for me.
"Dad, I'm going to pack now. Ok? Wake me up in the morning." I leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Good night."
He smiles at me and says, "Ok Mallory." He kisses my forehead and his hair fall onto my face and tickles my nose. I giggle. He smiles again and walks out of the room. I get up from my bed and start shoving things into my trunk, clothes, all my make-up (black and red eyeliner, Black and purple lipstick, blue and black mascara, and white blush.), my journal, and some other personal items, along with everything my Father had made me come buy with him. While we were there we saw these three kids, about my age, a girl and two boys, glare at him and say loudly, "That git cant take points from us while we are on summer break." I almost charged for them but my Father had stopped me.
When I was done packing, I put on my Black cow pajamamas and turned the light off.
"Mallory... Mallory, wake up." A voice came floating through my dreams. My eyes fluttered open and my Father was standing over me. "Hurry up and get dressed so we can go to the King's Cross Station."