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Chapter 1: Mother Dearest, and the off button
I was slowly walking through Kings cross, trying to ignore the wretched sound that seemed to be following me. "Click, clank, click, clank" On and on, i couldn't make it stop. I knew what it was, i knew all to well, but i just couldn't stop it. Oh, mother dearest, your stiletto heals never seem to fail at annoying the crap out of me.
I dragged my trunk, much to her annoyance, along the dirty floors of Kings cross. She always said real ladies don't do manual labor, and i always chose to ignore her.
"I've told you twice already, put you trunk on a cart and carry it!" she said
"Mother, i really don't need one! Some other old chap might need one. I'm young and strong, i can carry it!" I responded exasperated.
"It is not lady like to say chap dear, you say sir or man. Understood?
God how i always hated it when she called my dear!
"Yes mother dear. I understand."
"Oh you do? Why is it you just wont listen to me Antoinette, all i do is try and try to teach you to be a lady! Oh for heavens sake stand up dear, your slouching. Your hopeless, damn it i knew we should have had a son, your never going to get a proper man to wed! I can't take this!!" she said as she stormed off, probably somewhere to down another vile of firewhisky.
See, my mother is an awful person. I know thats harsh but i can't lie. She never loved me as is, the only time i can recall her saying i love you is when Draco Malfoy invited me to his dinner party. It was a quite bad party by the way. She hated how i looked too. Unfortunately I wasn't unbelievably beautiful like my mother . She had long wavy golden blonde hair that she managed to get into a fancy looking bun all the time. She had fair skin, blue eyes, and a slim figure. All of which i don't have. I just accept it though, hoping that one day Hogwarts will give me a mildly enjoyably school year, and a small relief of my mother.
Finally my mother rejoined me again and we continued to platform 9 3/4. I just stared at the train sitting there, ominously in my opinion, until my mother jolted me out of my trance with an extremely load shriek.
"Oh no, it seems i've forgotten my lipstick in the loo! Antoinette, be a dear and go get it for me."
"No, mother. I'd rather be a moose!" I shouted running on to the train as fast as i could.
I finally stopped running when i found a compartment empty, just close enough to here my mother shrieking, screaming, and pretty much throwing a tantrum about how unlady like i was. It was quite funny, until she saw me in the window and continued to shout at me through it. Saying how this wasn't me, how i used to be such a good girl. It was true.
I finally told her i was sorry, attempting to shut her up. Finally giving up, i sat down bearing my mothers load lecture. The only thing i could manage to mumur in my frustration and exasperation is.
"Damn, does she have an off button?"
And, just barely, i heard a slight chuckle. Only to turn around and find, the soon to be love of my life, the infamous Fred Weasley.