D/C: I own stuff! Because nothing here (Except brooms) is owned by JK. Wewt for me!

Chapter 2
Michelle

"MICHELLE ELIZABETH DAVIS!" My mom was calling for me, again, and I must've done something wrong. She never uses my whole name.

I simply shook the thought out of my head and walked, well actually I slid down the banister of the staircase and landed right in front of her, "Yes Mother?"

My mom was had an owl on her shoulder, and it was pecking at her ear. I had seen that owl somewhere before, but it wasn't one of my family's owls. Then it came to me, that was Chelsea's owl. "Come here Wilson." I said, the owl flew directly to me and I took him upstairs to my room, so that I could read the letter.

I opened it and read it. ((A/N: Not reposting because it's in chapter 1)) I decided to reply right away.

Chello,

You need to shut up about my moldy log. And my hunt as definitely gotten better. The good thing about being a "daddy's girl" is that whatever I ask him, I get.

Exhibit A: My Nimbus 2003

I was mad at Mom, I mean I had only asked her for a Cleansweep, she acted as if I asked for her to buy the whole store. So then I went to Daddy. Asked him for a cleansweep. He said, 'Why get a cleansweep when you can have a nimbus?' I mean, why argue with that. So now I'm here, in my room, mad at my mom, staring at my Nimbus, locking my door.

Next time you send a letter with Wilson, make sure he goes to my window, and not the living room window. Just so that we can save him from Dear Old Mum's horrid wrath.

And another note: never mention that blood traitor of a prat in a letter to me again. Sorry if that sounds really rude. But I hate that Potter kid.

I say we stay at your place. You know, get away from The Angelic Father and The Demonic Mother. Well, those would be my parents of course.

I'd love to write more but the Thing is calling me. Again.

Write Back As Soon As You Get This,
-Shell-

I took Meeka out of her cage, and attached the letter to her leg. "Take this to Chelsea." I told her, and sent her on her way. After giving Wilson some water I sent him after Meeka. "Hopefully this goes better." I walked back downstairs, sitting on the edge of the banister.

"Michelle Elizabeth Davis. Never walk away from me when I'm speaking to you."

"You weren't speaking, you were yelling." I quickly retorted, my dreaded hate from all 14 years of my life was rising, and I was about to explode. When one thing stopped me, my 18-year-old brother, Ryan.

"Chill out Shell." He hissed into my ear, "She can do… things."

I simply listened to my brother and bit my lip, he was right. I didn't want to be the cause of the wrath of Mum.

My mother kept on rambling about I was a 'disrespectful brat' and I was 'ungrateful for everything that had ever been given to me'. Blah, blah, blah. The usual crap. I tuned out most of it. When the rambling finished, I simply turned around and went back up to my room, I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling, slowly falling asleep.