The Pieces

Memories

Azealia Pov:

I lived in London from the age of 3 to 5. I lived next door to my best friend and my enemy. We would look at rocks, play in mud puddles and so much more. Singing loudly at the top of our longs was the best thing, until someone, cough cough, Draco Malfoy had to ruin it. Maybe we just started out rough when we first encountered each other. A very rude boy but nevermind that, my best friend, Jassy, was the one best friend everyone needed.

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One day, I bounced to my mums' room to show her a rock that had been buried under the ground for what seemed like a while. I see an opening in the doorway, so I walked up to it. I went inside to find my mums' arguing about something I knew didn't spark my interest.

"You know, we can't do that!", my mum, Emelda, shouted harshly.

That shout made alarms ring in my head. It was the loudest shout I have ever heard. I feel tingles running through my body like someone was poking me in a million places. I was now sitting on a bean bag they had in the corner of the room. Something was telling me to act fast so I dropped the rock and covered my ears. 

They were still shouting at each other, and I could still hear it. I start to hum whatever tune came to my head while curling in a ball. The shouts soon faded. From this moment on I have been doing it whenever an argument has come my way.

Due to some problems, we moved to Africa. Maybe, it was a smart idea. I learned many new things! I was homeschooled by my mums because they thought I would be too "fidgety" for a regular school. I liked being homeschooled, my mums' allowed me to get up when I needed to get energy out. But there were ups and downs being in Africa.

Ever since I moved to Africa with my mums at the age of five, of course, I got weird stares. I mean I was a lighter complexion against my mums, but those stares didn't bug me. I always just keep my head pointed to the stars. Throughout the years, I think my mums felt it was another good idea to move again. But this time back to London.

I was excited to move back to London. Exhilarated almost. So, my mums and I packed up our things and moved back. I was 14. When we arrived at our old house, there was a letter waiting for me. I dismissed it and went to unpack in my room.

When I went to my room, it still looked the same as I left it. I open my window to let fresh air in. I see a letter fly in, I look up and see an owl flying away. I open it.

Hogwart School of Witchcraft and Wizarding.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(order of Merlin, First class, Grand Scor., Chf. Warlock Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.)

Dear, Miss Elmio,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. Please find enclosed a list of necessary books and equipment. You will start your term on November 4th.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

This is where my story begins. A fresh start at  Hogwarts.