Elizabeths pov:
I awoke to the sound of something hideous. My alarm.
"Why does it always have to be this early?" I questioned to no one but the dirty clothes in the corner of my room.
My room hadn't seen it's best of days for the past few weeks in particular. I was out and about a lot, so cleaning wasn't that much on my mind. It started to annoy me to some level though. Sometimes I have to manoeuvre over things to get to my bed. Not particularly ideal, yet I still love my room. Especially the band posters on my wall. I wish I could have seen some live, though some are not alive anymore. A shame really. Would have loved to see Queen play in real life.
As I slammed my finger on the alarm button, I turned around and looked to my right. There they were, my parents. Staring at me lovingly through the glass protection of the frame. I miss them every day even though I never really met them.
My aunt has been there for me though. Always has been. I lost my uncle not that long ago too. I was devastated. It was like losing another father just as I gained one. He and my parents will never see me graduate. Never give me away at my wedding. Never meet their grandchildren. My uncle died of cancer. He had it just as my aunt and uncle started their relationship and we thought it was gone after a lot of treatment, but it came back nevertheless. We just lost him last years June. It's August now. So that's one year and two months without him. The hardest part was seeing my aunt Gia. She was just as devastated as I was of course, but she had less sleep over it. We usually take care of each other just as much as the other does, but not that time. Aunt Gia couldn't even get out of bed or cook properly. I had no idea how to help, but apparently I did it enough. Aunt Gia went to therapy and slowly but surely moved on. Now we manage, just the two of us. Speaking of my aunt;
"Lizzy, darling, are you up yet?" She called from downstairs. Lizzy, that's how she's been calling me since I was born.
"Elizabeth! Goodness me, Mia, what a long name! You don't keep it short like we did in the family I see."
That's what she told my mother as soon as she got to meet me. From then on it was always Liz or Lizzy (if I was sweet and she was in a good mood). If I was in trouble it would always be my full name. Elizabeth Willow Scarborough.
"Yes auntie Gia, I am up! I'll go get ready now." I hollered back enthusiastically.
As soon as I screamed, I heard her muttering that there was no need to be that loud. But knowing I was excited for the day, she probably let it go.
Today is her day off work and we are to celebrate my birthday. A day early considering my birthday was actually tomorrow but she is expected to be up north in Britain tomorrow. I'll be all alone then, so we decided to celebrate it today.
I don't have a lot of friends here, and now one of my favourite people in the whole wide world goes away for five days. Not my ideal summer to be honest. Also, even though auntie Gia didn't tell me, I do have ears you know. I heard her talking to our neighbour about "keeping an eye out on the house". I'm not 9 auntie, thank you.
Besides, Mrs Figg is a rather odd lady and smells a lot like cabbage and bores you to death with pictures of the cats she owns.
As I got out of my warm bed I looked to my window and opened my curtains. What a beautiful day. One of the better ones I've seen throughout the years. It's supposed to be really hot today. Temperatures rising to 30 degrees Celsius; extremely hot if you ask me.
I turned around and walked to the closet. As I got changed into my favourite dress, I saw my mothers necklace hanging off the side of my jewellery stand.
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The Tales of House of Black | Harry Potter
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