Chapter 4: Deena's Parents

Deena sat in an easy-chair while her parents and Draco stood on either side of her, arguing at the top of their lungs about Deena. Deena amused herself with trying to guess who would go hoarse first, while they yelled about her like she wasn't even there. Finally, the argument was too much for Deena to handle. She got up and began to leave the room.

"Where are you going, young lady?" her mother said. "Sit down. This is an important discussion."

"It's not a discussion, it's an argument. And if you don't mind, I'm going to the bathroom," Deena answered, leaving the room. She really didn't have to go to the bathroom; it was just an excuse to get away from the noise. She closed the door to the bathroom and busied herself with putting her hair up in a bun.

Unfortunately, the clamour of the quarrel still reached Deena's ears and it was only slightly muffled. This was going to drive her insane! They didn't even bother to ask her opinion. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. The raging argument outside didn't improve her mood. Eventually, Deena's last nerve snapped. She stormed out into the living room.

"SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" she yelled above the argument. They obeyed quickly, shocked by her volume and wrath. "Let's at least discuss this like civilized people. And it wouldn't hurt, like, to ask my opinion."

"There's nothing to discuss. You aren't going," her father said.

"It's not in your religion. After all, witchcraft is devilry, and...." Her mother began the lecture.

Deena became infuriated, exceeding the capacity to hold her rage. She wanted to beat something, slam it with her fist. She just wanted to break something, and...

'CRASH!' The bookcase in the living room fell over. It contained not only books, but also encyclopedias and movies. Her parents were in shock, but Draco quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Calm down, Deena," he instructed her. "If you don't, you could have the whole house caving in on us."

"Huh?" Deena asked, thoroughly puzzled by his words.

"You did that with magic. You got upset and wanted to let out that frustration but couldn't. So your magic decided to let off some steam by knocking over the bookcase. If you'd been trained, that wouldn't have happened," he explained.

"Then...I have to be trained," Deena concluded.

"Absolutely not! There is no such thing as magic and you didn't cause the bookcase to fall over," her mother shrieked.

"Mrs. MacDonald, I don't believe you understand the severity of the situation. If Deena isn't trained, she could kill someone," Draco stated.

"She's not going!"

"She has to!"

They started yelling again. Deena ran for her bedroom, but Draco wasn't going to let her go that easily. He pursued her, and just as she was starting to close her door, he began leaning on it to keep it open. She let go of the door and he fell into her room quite ungracefully. She picked up a shoe and started beating him with it.

"Get out of my room, you perv!" Deena screamed.

"It would help...OW!...if you...#...stopped hitting me," he yelled back.