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Truthfully I was dreading to get home. What if my mother had gotten up and was worried sick, like Andromeda was with Tonks. But then again, my mother was pretty drugged up. Well, I can talk my way out of it either way.
Benjiy dropped me off at the house and headed back out to do his rounds. I unlock the door and stealthily sneak into the house. Luckily my mother was still out cold. I put the food away and explore the house.
On the first level there is living room, which my mother is currently occupying, a kitchen, a dining room, which we won't be using, hopefully, a tiny bathroom and a closet. Nothing out of the ordinary. I climb the stairs to the second level and to the right there is a very large window overlooking the miniscule backyard. That's about the most normal thing on this level I see. There are two bedrooms, with two adjoining bathrooms; neither bedroom has a closet though. Kinda weird. But a "community" closet at the very end of the hall. One of the bathrooms is about twice as large as the other. I want the bigger bathroom, because A) its bigger and B) it has this awesome balcony, totally want a balcony. The bedrooms are similar, both very large. The one closest to the larger bathroom is adjoined to the balcony and has beautiful double doors onto it. Yeah. I'm going to fight for that room.
I go back downstairs and grab the luggage and haul it to our respective rooms. I believe it's time to wake mother up. I tromp back down the stairs and poor my mother some juice for when she wakes up and go sit on the coffee table beside the couch.
"Mother, Mother! Wake up Evelyn!" Nothing happened. Is she dead? I hear her groan. Nope she's alive.
"Mother, Mick Jagger is here and wants to take you to dinner." My mother flies awake.
"Tell him I'll be ready in twenty minutes!" My mother stands quickly but wavers on her feet.
"Welcome to the Land of the Living." I grab her arm to steady her.
"So Mick's not here?" She looks so sad.
"No, Mick's not here, now drink you're juice." I hand her the glass and she chugs it. Yep, you can see who the more mature one of us is. "You should call father. He'll want to know that we arrived safely." I grab the empty glass and head to the kitchen. My mother pulls out her phone to call him as I notice a small burgundy envelope on the counter. Father. I pick up the envelope and hand it to mother.
"I told him that I would call." She puts her phone down and rips the envelope open.
"Well maybe he got worried. You have been out for a couple hours." I sit on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, while my mother reads silently. She finishes and pulls out a blank sheet of paper.
"Aradia, do you have a pen?"
"What did the letter say?"
"Aradia, I need a pen."
"I don't have a pen."
"Well damnit, what good are you? Accio pen!"
"Mother, I thought that we both agreed to no magic."
"Well I wouldn't have had to use magic if you had a pen." I roll my eyes as she scribbles a note. I grab my father's letter and glance it over. Blah, blah, worried, blah, blah, disappointed, blah, you two be safe, blah, I'm thinking about coming to visit. HALT! No he's not. He hates international travel. Hell no. He's planning something. Crap, I hate when he plans shit.
"What are you telling him?" I put the letter down.
"Oh nothing much…" I look at her with skepticism, "only that we would be delighted if he came to visit." Great. My mother lights a fire with her wand and tosses some floo powder into the fireplace and then throws in the letter.
"This is insane. What are you hiding?" I ask her while sitting on the arm of the couch.
"Nothing. Where are my bags?"
"In your room."
"Room?"
"Follow me." I sigh then lead her up the stairs and to her room. "I'm across the hall if you need me." I turn to leave but pause at the doorframe. "Is father really coming?"
"He must. For our safety, all of our safety. Not just while we're here, but back home as well. There's going to be a war Aradia, and your father is making allies."
"With other purebloods?" Sarcasm is my best friend.
"Well, are there any others to side with?" Yes, my parents are elitists, and ignorant. They try to force their views, but as hard as they try, I don't really give a shit. I sink onto her bed.
"Yeah…everyone else. Mother, please don't drag me around to all of your pureblood parties."
"I've already agreed to a couple-"
"Come on!"
"No. You must attend."
"But I might have to work."
"You don't have a job." She glares at me while she unpacks her things.
"I might! Why the hell not? If father's going to be in the country, I might as well get out of the way. I could work as a waitress or something." I stand and try to make a b-line for the door.
"God! My daughter working and talking with muggles!" She sits on the bed and fans herself dramatically.
"Mother."
"You blood traitor!" My mother pushes past me and storms down the stairs.
"Take that back!" I follow her down while yelling. My mother stops in the living room and faces the fireplace.
"Then prove me wrong," She faces me, anger shining in her eyes. I walk to my mother so that I am between her and the fireplace. "Come to the parties, show us other wise."
I stay silent. I've learned that over my life. Always let my parents have the last word. I hate what they believe, but they still are my family, my financial backers.
My mother turns and heads to the kitchen and I call after her, "Well, when is he arriving?"
I'm sorry. No Sirius...give me a couple of more chapters, i promise. but in the next chapter you might see someone you reconize.