Split Personality

Beauxbatons!?-First Year

        "It is my life!" The shout comes from downstairs and wakes me from my light sleep. I frown as I look at the time. Who would be shouting at 2 in the morning?
        "But it affects us all!" came another voice. It took a minute for me to realize that the first voice was Emerson's, and the second was my aunt's. Why were they over at my house and what were they shouting at? I stumble around until I find the door, then blink at the bright light. I walk down the stairs, and I peek around the corner into the living room. There is my cousin, pacing the room back and forth in front of my uncle and aunt who were sitting on the couch, my dad sitting in a chair across the room, looking very tired.
        "What about all of your school supplies, and your uniform? That man, Harry, wasn't it? Was kind enough to pay for all of your things, and now you just want to discard them to go get new ones? I don't know where you're going to find the money to do that!" Aunt Honey yelled, but with less ferocity, and more desperateness. It seemed like she was loosing the fight. I wasn't surprised at that. Aunt Honey almost never got mad at anyone, and when she did it never lasted long. What did surprise me was what she said. Why wouldn't Emerson need her supplies anymore? I took a step closer to try and hear them better, as they had all started whispering after that last statement, and my foot caught on the rug. I fell down in full sight of everyone, and made quite a thump. 
        "Scarlet!" came the call from my cousin as she helped me up. "I'm sorry, did we wake you?"
        I would have none of it. I yanked my arm out of her grasp and practically yelled, "Why wouldn't you need your supplies? You're still going to Hogwarts, aren't you?"
        A sad look came over her face as she explained quietly, "I got an offer to go to Beauxbatons, another wizarding school for all girls, and I really want to go."
        I started to panic. Emerson not going to Hogwarts meant that I would be on my own. I mean, besides the Potters and Weasleys, but who's to say that they'll even want to hang out with me? My whole surviving at Hogwarts depended on her being there for me.
        Emerson must've read my mind, because she hugged me and said, "It's going to be okay, anyways, I know that you made quite an impression on the Weasleys and Potters, and that you're so amazing you'll be making friends in no time."
        I then saw the look in her eyes, the one that said; please let me do this, please let this be okay. I softened up a bit as I looked down at the ground and asked, "What about Fred?"
        She took a deep breath in, and said, "Fred and I will be okay. We'll still get some time together, and he completely supports me in this."
        I let out a deep sigh of relenting, and conceded, "Okay. I think this is a great opportunity, and if you want to go that much, you should take it." Her eyes shined.
        "See mom and dad," she started, turning to them, "Scarlet's going to be okay, and I will too."
        Aunt Honey only smiled and shrugged her shoulders, saying, "I don't think there's anything I can say to change your mind. Okay, you can go to Beauxbatons. Let's go home now." They got up and went out the door.
        My dad, who had been quiet this whole time got up and came over to me and pulled me in a big hug and asked, "Are you going to be okay, really?"
        I smiled, afraid that if I told him the truth, that I was terrified that no one would like me at Hogwarts, then he would insist that I either didn't go, or that Emerson give up Beauxbatons. I couldn't let her give this up, so I simply hugged him tighter, thankful that he cared so much and whisper, "Yeah, I'm going to be okay."
        I say goodnight, then head upstairs. As I climb in bed, I count in my head. Only one more week until I go to Hogwarts. Only one more week until I say goodbye to Lily and Dad. Only one more week until I say goodbye to Emerson. Only one more week.