Author's Note: Chapter fiiiive!
Yes, I wrote this story. No, I didn't make Harry Potter
I woke up at 7:30 in the morning, an hour past my usual wake-up time. All the questions from yesterday kept me up all night, and even slithered into my dreams, causing me to wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. I gave a large, heaving sigh and got out of bed. I walked over to my closet and found that all my clothes that were in my suitcase were hung up in my closet. "No doubt it was Bimkey who did this, '' I thought to myself. Speaking of Bimkey…
"Bimkey!" I yelled into the air. She appeared in front of me with a crack and bowed so low that her pointy nose was touching the floor.
"What does young mistress need from Bimkey" She asked, eyes shining bright.
"I just need to know where the bathroom was" I really needed to brush my teeth and take a shower. All the traveling has left me tired, and a warm bath could bring back my energy.
"Of course, Young Mistress Ambrose" I didn't ask how she knew my name. She grabbed my hand and gently tugged on it, same as yesterday, and brought me to the end of the hall. This door was dark green with black accents on the border, and in tiny, messy writing was the words "Restroom". It looked as if a child decorated it. I entered, and immediately went to the sink to brush my teeth. I used a big blob of toothpaste, and applied it on my tooth brush. I looked in the mirror, and saw my tired face staring back at me. I had dark eye bags, due to lack of sleep, and my shoulder length hair went in every direction possible. I looked like death, and it was only because of one day of traveling. Imagine what I would look like with a week of traveling. I shuddered at the thought. I spit out the remaining toothpaste in my mouth and removed all my clothes and then stepped into the large bathtub filled with warm water, and sighed. I added the bubble bath to the water and relaxed for 10 minutes before scrubbing every inch of my skin and then dried myself with a towel and put my clothes on. "What do I do now? Do I go downstairs to eat?". As usual, when I didn't know what to do, I called Bimkey.
"Bimkey!" I hollered again. This was happening too many times. From now on, if I don't know where something is, I'll just find it myself. Who knows, I might find a secret hidden passageway, or hideout. "Bimkey!"
"Yes, young mistress?" She questioned.
"Could you please tell me where the dining room is?"
"Of course, Young masters Theodore, and Ronan, along with the Master of this house are there waiting for you" As I walked towards the door to the dining hall, I quickly turned my head, alarmed. "That man -my uncle - who has never spoken to me or Ronan in my entire life, is waiting to eat breakfast with me. Why?" I thought bitterly. He turned his back on my mother, so what was he trying to pull, calling us to live in his house? I shook my head and opened the door.
My eyes widened slightly at the scene I saw. The dining hall was enormous, just like every other room in this house. What set this particular one apart from the other rooms was the huge ceiling with many different chandeliers attached to it. With different green accents on it, similar to the ones on the door leading to my room. But the atmosphere was stifling, threatening to choke me. I tore my eyes away from the chandeliers to the table. It was lengthy, with many chairs available for me to sit in. But I knew there was only one place I wanted to sit. Beside Ronan.
"Don't just stand there, sit down" I gave a small squeak of surprise. I forgot there were other people in this room, because I was too busy inspecting the decorations. I quickly went and sat beside Ronan. And opposite to me was my -not entirely sure- cousin. He looked visibly nervous as his eyes were darting between me, Ronan, and his father, and he was nervously picking at his lip.
"I've enrolled both of you in etiquette class" My head quickly turned from my breakfast to my uncle's face. "What the hell was he trying to pull?" I thought angrily. Before I could stop myself, the words bubbled up from my throat.
"No" I wanted to laugh at Theo's pale, horrified face, but I refrained.
"No?" He asked, with a dangerous look in his eye. I shivered in fright, but stood my ground.
"Yeah" I jutted my chin out in defiance "I don't want to take your pathetic etiquette classes. I don't want anything to do with you! I bet you thought the same thing about my mother - your sister - when you abandoned her! And you're trying to put us in etiquette classes? Forget it" I was screaming, a storm of emotions swirling around in my brain. I took a heaving breath, and ran out the room. The last thing I saw before I ran out was my uncle's angry face, Ronan contemplating on whether or not to follow me, and Theo with his face in his hands.
My eyes were puffy and red as I sobbed in the corner of my room. Why did magic have to be real? If it wasn't then I wouldn't have to a stupid magic school, and take stupid etiquette lessons and live in this stupid mansion, with my Uncle. I had a plan, one I've been thinking about ever since I was eight years old. I was rudely snapped out of my thoughts by an irritated Ronan. I glared at him.
"What are you trying to do?" Ronan asked, annoyed "You do realize that we're not at home anymore. You can't just go screaming at the owner of the house we're currently living in! It's rude."
I continued to glare at him.
"You know what's rude? Abandoning your sister, and I'm not talking about just you. Remember those times when we would hear Mum crying in the middle of the night? Wasn't that because she missed her family? He was the reason for every one of her tears. And why did he bring us over here now? No doubt to alleviate some of his own guilt" I muttered, furious.
"It's because we're going to Hogwarts in September, so we need a couple months to learn pureblood etiquette. Once we turn eleven, we get a letter on all the supplies and books we need to buy" He answered quickly. He looked guilty, and my eyes widened a fraction.
"How do you know that?" I asked suspiciously. The only information we got on magic was the diary that Mum left us, so where did he get that information.
"Um… Uncle Thoros and Theo told me…" He stuttered out. "Uncle Thoros?" My anger renewed and I glared once more. Ronan must have seen the look on my face so he nervously explained why he was talking to "Uncle Thoros".
"We were waiting for you to come down to eat for about 10 minutes, so I asked Theo how we would know what supplies to get and where we would get them, and he told me about the Hogwarts acceptance letter."
"You talked to them without me?" I was angry. I thought we would do this together, both of us, demanding we get the answers we need from our Uncle. But apparently not. He gave a small sigh.
"Uncle Thoros isn't as bad as you make him seem, you know." I scoffed. "Oh, don't give me that Ambrose! He invited us over to his house! Do you know how lost we would be without them?"
I shook my head.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore" I mumbled, all the anger draining out. All I felt was dejectedness. Ronan gave another small sigh.
"Tell me, Rosie, what's the real reason why you're so angry?" Renewed tears coupled with fury flowed through my brain.
"I had a plan. I would be the top of my class in high school, become a chemistry teacher like father, and lead a successful life. But this magic school ruined that! I have to rethink everything and tread in unknown territory, without any knowledge" I spat "I don't even know where to start with magic, so how will I plan for my future?"
"There's nothing wrong with leading life without a plan" he pointed out "Just be free, without plans stopping you from doing what you want." He stood up "Life doesn't have to be picture perfect" and then helped me up "Anyways, you should probably eat. You ran away before Bimkey could serve you breakfast"
I nodded. He was right. Life is too short to plan every moment.
LMAO sorry this chapter was so late. I have so many tests haha.