IT WAS LUDICROUS for anyone to believe that one had to run at a wall to get on the platform. At first, she thought her brother was pulling her leg when he told her what to do to pass through the barricade. Her parents weren't any help either, they had nothing but objectification about the wizarding world and was disappointed the day that their only son and first daughter showed magical abilities too. Jasper told her that their actions stemmed from jealousy because their mother was a squib, an outcast in both worlds. So, the two had to make their way to London by the floo network with their trunks half empty. Yes, they were far from accepting but her parents scraped together the last of their money from the end of the month to be able to get the girl a new wand. The rest of it was nicked or a hand-me-down from Jasper. She didn't mind though, that's how her life had always been.
As she tumbled through the barrier, she was indeed on another platform that was packed full of people. It was a strange mix of modernity and tradition as she looked at people decorated in fancy robes and pointy hats whilst others were adorned in the latest muggle clothing. Either way, the two Knightley children didn't seem to blend with any of them at all. As Jasper led the way through the groups of adults, she immediately took notice of people who looked down their noses at them or the others that had pitiful looks ghosting their features.
Sure, her leather boots were scuffed up and she opted to wear slimmer fitting jeans that were quite the opposite of the flared trousers that had started to trend, they were Jasper's old ones which she had rolled up to look cuffed as they were too long for her. Adelia assumed what really had their heads turning was her large leather jacket that was adorned in various bands and a few political movements, it was very similar to her brother's bar with some patches and pins. It was probably shocking to see an eleven-year-old so invested in world issues, especially to wizarding folk, but when you spend your life, or see your friends' lives, being looked down upon or tread on then you have to grow up much quicker in order to survive. The kids she kicked about from back home were from all walks of life; black, white, young, old, immigrants, gay, trans. But they shared the common ground of being working class and that was enough for them to bond. And the jacket was just a way for others like her to identify her alignments and was safe around her. Though she was surrounded by people that were so open about themselves within the group, she had no idea who she was. People always told her that she was too young to worry about such things but life is short, she knew that. She had known people that were 'too young' but were now dead. It was a way to keep her quiet and obedient.
There had been multiple times in her life that boys had told her that they would only find her attractive if she learned to 'keep her gob shut'. That was the least of her worries: boys. Her spirals of tight curls were cascading down her olive skin like the midnight waves on soft sand. She twinkled like the night sky when she smiled too. Those eyes were like ice, cold and calculating but she melted at the sight of her sun - that, she was yet to meet. The eyes are supposed to be the window to the soul and if you stare long enough at hers, all you would see was the barricade that had formed over the years. Her mother was Italian and seemed to have heavily passed on her genes to the young girl, whereas her brother definitely looked like their father. They both got to learn Italian as a second language which was helpful if their grandparents paid a visit, not when they were getting shouted at in the middle of their street by their mother.
"I wonder if that Lupin kid is here. Wasn't his Dad a wizard 'n all?" Jasper said as the girl tried to lift her trunk onto the pile so it could be put on the train. Because of where they came from, the two tended to miss their T's and H's when speaking. She frowned, that was a name that she hadn't heard in a while. The boy used to live near her, by the woods. His parents were quite strange people, never let him out and only let Adelia go round. That was probably because of her squib mother. Unfortunately, his mother had gotten ill and they moved away to the coast or something - Adelia never really got an answer.
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 || marauders era
Fanfiction"You'll never live like common people You'll never do whatever common people do You'll never fail like common people You'll never watch your life slide out of view And you dance and drink and screw Because there's nothing else to do"
