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2. Making Eggs in Silence

Eris woke up to a shoe being thrown at her, and her mother attempting to sing "Mysterious Ways" by U2. Not very pleasant for it being eight A.M. 

"Jesus Christ I'm up! Go away" Eris said with a groan, as she put the covers over her head.

"No. No we can't do that today, you need to finish packing, get breakfast and make your father his food, then we have to get in the car and that'll take at least an hour and-"

"Okay! I get it, we have stuff to do, just please get out of my room!" Eris cuts her mom off. And with that, the older lemon yellow woman leaves shaking her head and not closing the door. Under her breath Eris just mumbles a quiet "bitch." 

Today was the day Eris would be going back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She blankly stared at her robes before tossing them into her trunk, and nonchalantly kicked it beside the door, for when she'd lug it downstairs. 

She stepped into her steaming shower, her mind went into a bubbly pink area, with random thoughts like "Plants actually farm us, because they give us oxygen." She scrubbed herself down while mentally preparing for this year. Eris had an inkling that this year would be different. She wasn't sure what would make it different, but it would be. Or this feeling could've just been normal for any senior. It seems like it was quite cliche, actually.

Eris dried off and put on a neon striped sweater tucked into some mom jeans, while wrapping her obsidian colored hair in a ponytail and to finish the "look" flicked a dusty charcoal eyeliner onto her crystal blue eyes . Once she was dressed and finished packing, Eris lugged her trunk down, and was met with her mum muttering under her breath whilst chopping vegetables. This was a common sight; whenever her parents got into a fight, the next day they would pretend everything was fine, but you could still see her mother's frustration.

"What're you making?" Eris asked, so she could help her mum.

"Omelet, get the eggs ready."

And with that Eris took out a wide metallic bowl and whisk and cracked 6 eggs, whisking each with some milk. Mr. Malacoda came stomping downstairs grumbling about how his back was aching, and how no one cared about him. Eris kept to herself whenever he was around, or else she'd be scrutinized. That was one thing Eris avoided at all costs: talking to her father. So she just sped up her whisking to create more noise pollution with a blank stare on her face.

Eris hated her father. She didn't want to say he was a bad person, but she couldn't redeem him, for years of being ignored, and treated as if she was just some toy he could play with and manipulate. It was worse that he tried to redeem himself for her. So Eris kept to herself, only spoke when spoken to, and currently made some eggs in silence.

"What? What's wrong" her sperm donor asked her mother.

"Nothing?"

"No you're upset, and I demand to know why"

There's that trademarked paranoia and assertiveness Mr. Vulcan Joseph Malacoda was known for. Eris subtly rolled her eyes; it was way too early to deal with his bullshit. Her mother and father had a tense exchange, until her mother said it was time to go to King's Cross Station.

They all crawled into her mum's Mini Cooper. And yet again Eris found herself stuck in her own head. Her brain started to become immersed in a tidal wave of worries. Did she have everything she needed? Would she be able to find Cecelia? God, what would it be like with Cece? In the midst of Eris' thoughts, she heard her parents once again arguing.

"You know damn well that was my candy to give her, and you stole that away from me."

"Babe, I'm sorry, I just didn't think it would be that big of a deal."

"Well, it was. I need to create this bond with Athena because I know she hates me, and thinks I'm a monster and I know I'm not!"

What the actual hell were they talking about? So to tune them out (once again) Eris decided to carry on with her thoughts about Cecelia.

Cecelia Banks was Eris' best friend since they were eleven. At least she thought so until this summer. Eris sent her friend several letters, but Cece never replied to a single letter. Eris wanted to know if she did anything wrong, what would cause her to just be cold as ice when they left the school year on good terms?

And just like that they pulled into the parking lot. Her mother told her,

"If it's ok with you, your dad and I were going to stay in the car to figure some things out,"

"Yeah, it's fine just forget that it's my senior year, and literally everything else about me, I'm cool with that" Eris replied with a sarcastic smile, and then stomped out of the car. 

Dragging her trunk to Platform 9¾ she saw some of her classmates trying to disappear through the barrier discreetly, and the others who would straight up just run into the wall. She waited for some innocent muggles to clear out, and leaned against the barrier sinking into the wizarding world. When she fell back, Erin also fell into someone. Cecelia fucking Banks. 

"WHAT THE HELL?"

"Uh.... Hi Cece?"

"Ew get away from me Malacoda. Can't you take a hint?"

"Wh- huh? What'd I do?"

"You just have brought down my rep by hanging out with you."

It took Eris a moment to process what the mustard colored Banks girl just said. Red. Boiling red rage filled Eris' veins. It was in this moment that she stomped off from her so called friend, and vowed to herself that she would stop giving a fuck. It was clear that no one gave any sort of care to her. Her parents, Cecelia, her absent sister. So why should she give anything back to the people who gave her nothing? Eris would act however the fuck she wants and deal with the consequences later if it meant people would actually listen to her.