Chapter 1
Cassandra's POV
Most people complain about chores or homework. But what I'm complaining about is a little bit different: I'm sick of magic. I know, not what you would expect from a pre-teen, but I am cursed to tell the truth.
And seriously, I can't tell a lie. Every time I try to even slightly change the truth, I get this painful headache, and I start blurting out secrets. And every time this happens to me, my mother starts murmuring "Just like her father". My father. One of the few topics that my mom doesn't like to make a big deal of.
My name is Cassandra Sol, I am 11 years old, and this is going to be my first year as a student at Hogwarts. My parents are Sybill Trelawney and Arthur Sol, but my dad went missing years ago. Each time I ask my mom about him, she says "He went back to the sun, honey." After a while, I just let it go.
Instead, I focused on my studies. I found out I am surprisingly good at light spells, and I always manage to be in a bright mood. Also, another thing that disturbs me is that I keet getting these flashes of what seem to be the future, the present, and the past. Of course, I never told my mom, because then she would start talking about lineage, prophecies, and most importantly, my so-called destiny.
Yeah right. As long as I stay at Hogwarts, or even England, I won't have a destiny. My mom's plan is for me to grow up at the school, pass with full grades, and then become her replacement. See, she is, as she puts it, a "prophetic seer", and she never passes up an opportunity to prove it. But as you can guess, it never works. All of her attempts to prove she is worth something only prove that she is a joke, and the whole school sees her as one. But I still love her. She cares about me, and that, she always manages to prove.
Still, even I know she can't predict anything, only the obvious. I never told her, of course, I simply don't encourage her. And with that happy thought on your mind, let me tell you why I'm sick of magic. It's because even though I can travel from Canada to Texas in 30 seconds, I'm trapped. How would you feel if you lived in a place your whole life, always hoping to get away, and then you were told you would stay there until you died? Exactly. Everybody is so caught up into robes, owls, and potions, that they forget they can change.
Wizards think they're worth more than Muggles, but they're not. I mean, we're not. Just because you have the power to do something, doesn't give you the right to. I don't even know why we call them muggles. We're all the same, and the only thing standing between us is a train station. In life, we have two choices: we can either make our own life plans, or we can use someone else's life plans. And in someone else's life plans, we're going to be just some background pictures, illusions.
You live or you follow.
And I want to live.
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~Vision155