Author's Note: Yay chapter cuatro! Please leave a review! I never realized how easy it is to get side stacked while writing -
This story is of my creation, But Harry Potter isn't :(
I'm sorry i didn't explain before but :
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"Bimkey will show you to your rooms" She gestures for us to follow her, noticing the slight trembling of Theodore.
"Young master, do you need anything?" He just shook his head. I assumed it was because of his father. He had a menacing aura about him. And one very obvious thing that could be noticed is that he had a strong resemblance to my mother. The same hair, and eyes. But the personality…
"How could he be related to our mother?" I wondered out loud. Before Ronan could answer, Theodore let out a small gasp and slowly placed his hand on his forehead.
"You're my cousins?" He whispered to himself, his face twisted in an expression of horror "Who's your father?" within seconds his face became splotched with red, and anger. Oh shiz. Did he figure out our father isn't magical? I winced thinking of all the prejudice we would face in Hogwarts. But most of the population would most likely be of muggleborns and halfbloods, so we're the least likely to stick out. "But we're halfbloods born from the sacred twenty-eight line" I thought, my mind filled with anxiety. Would we be bullied? Ignored? The more I think about this pureblood nonsense, the more I understand mothers' hate for it.
"My fathers name is Benjamin Cooper" I said nervously, noting the widening of Theodore's eyes. He suddenly put his head in his hand and fumed in a strangled voice:
"Of course it's me who's stuck with the uncultured halfblood cousins. And they're American'" I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to tell him we're Canadian, not American. As if he could tell the difference. "So dramatic"
"You call us uncultured yet you didn't even introduce yourself to us" Ronan observed.
"If you were respectable purebloods " he sneered, "You would know I am from the house of Nott" he added pompously.
"We didn't ask what house or whatever you're from, we already know that, We asked what your name was" I said, amused.
"Oh. Well my name is Theodore. I would have welcomed you to call me Theo, if you weren't half bloods" I crossed my arms in frustration. "Why does it matter if we're halfbloods or purebloods?"
"Does blood affect how strong our magic is?" Ronan asked, in confusion. If you had magic in your bloodlines for longer did it mean that your magic was stronger? Me and Ronan should do some practice and research before we attend, and get to know the basics.
"Of course it does" Theo scoffed "The purer the line is the stronger the magic is" He replied confidently.
"How would you measure the strength of the magic? Is there a tool available?" I asked him, wanting to know how accurate this information was "And has it been scientifically proven?"
"There are ancient spells that used to be able to measure and categorize a person's strength, but the knowledge has been lost for centuries. And what do you mean scientifically proven?" he answered. I shook my head, too tired to explain.
"Never mind that." I answered quickly "Bimkey could you show us to our rooms? I'm exhausted." Theo frowned but relented. He was tired as well
"Yes, young mistress" She took both our hands - for a second I thought she was about to teleport us again - and gently tugged on our hands to indicate that we should follow her. We didn't resist, as we were both tired from all the information put on us through the day. First we learned that we have to live in a mansion, then we found out we were actually magical people, and finally Dad left us to live in this lonely mansion. The day started on a low note and ended on a low note, which was a pity as Ronan and I wanted to tour around London for a while, since we've never been here before.
As I recalled what was happening throughout the day, I didn't realize that we were outside of our bedroom.
"Here is young mistress's and master's bedroom" Bimkey gestures to two separate rooms. My eyes grew wide. This was the first time we didn't have to share a bedroom, and I felt overjoyed. Finally no sharing a bunk bed, and it was about time too. We were about to turn 11, though Ronan wasn't the messiest person, we deserved our own separate rooms. Ronan, it seems, was just as happy as me, but contained it, though I could tell from the slight tilt of his lips.
I entered the room -my room-and was dumbfounded. It was enormous. The bed was queen sized and made with the softest material ever made. The pillows were filled with feathers and the velvet sheets were a dark forest-y green. There was also a large desk beside the bed with all sorts of ink colours. But one thing that really stood out was the fact that there weren't any pens or pencils, there were only quills. I went over and picked up a particularly expensive-looking one and inspected it. "Are we expected to write with these? Seems like they do everything different around in the magic world" I shook my head and put the quill back where I found it. Overall the room was dark and cold with the only source of light being a couple of candles and lamps, which was vastly different from our home, filled with love and warmth. "Well, I might just get used to it now that we're living here". I went to check if Ronan was as amazed as I was.
"Are you impressed?" I asked.
He was fiddling with the quills just as I was and quickly turned around to face me.
"Sorry, I was just too invested in figuring out what was in my room" He replied. His eyebrows were scrunched up together, and I knew his brain was on overdrive. "Rosie, have you ever wondered why we're allowed to live here? Mother got disowned, so why are we allowed to live here? That man, isn't he our uncle? Why's he letting us stay here, if he's never even talked to us for the past 10 years, much less know we exist?" He asked, questions coming out of his mouth at a rapid pace.
"I have as many questions as you do, but it won't do us good to keep them bottled up inside" I answered truthfully "So for now, we should sleep and ask them to our "uncle" tomorrow"
He gave a big sigh. It was quite clear that he was very confused, but so was I. But we could both figure it out tomorrow. I said good night to Ronan and went to my room to sleep. I changed into my most comfortable pajamas, and hopped into bed. But even in the warm, cozy bed, my mind was racing. Why did my "uncle" decide to let us live here? We never even knew he existed, and I doubt that he knew we existed either. So how could we be living in his house? And I haven't even thought about magic yet. What was the school like? Would I make friends? Would I get bullied? Slowly my brain slowed down, and the soft flickering of the candle lulled me to sleep.
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