It all started when I was a little girl she began making her way to the nearest desk and taking a seat. Actually , let me start from the very beginning. I have no memories of my actual parents, just my foster parents. They were treated me the best they were able with 6 other children in the household. I often got punished for things my other siblings did, and spent most of my time in my room. My only refuge was to my neighbor miss Brendas house. She was the closest to a mother ive ever had. On my 5th birthday, my dear miss Brenda sent me over a beautiful gown to wear for my special day, only to have it ruined by my siblings before I got to wear it. I was inconsolable and full of rage. And that's when it started. A high pitched screetching noise rang throughout the house, forcing everyone to drop to the floors holding their ears. Everyone except me. I too cold hear the noise, but it didn't affect me as it did my family. The entire house was searched but the source of the noise was never found. My foster mother had an inkling it was me, and blamed miss Brenda. "That witch next door has put a curse on the girl! I told you not to go over there and now look what has happened! You have ruined our family!" My mother would not look me in the eyes after that. Although at a mere five years old I had no idea what a witch was, nor a curse, I was moved to the attic and treated as a slave. My mother tried numerous times to send me back into foster care, but i guess the check was enough to keep her at bay. Years passed and I grew to believe in the demon inside of me. Whenever I was happy or sad or felt some kind of extreme emotion some kind of music would resonate throughout the house. My mother often came to the attic to beat me for it. As I grew older, I began to spend more and more time at miss Brenda's house. It felt like she was the only person that understood me and my ability. She helped me control it enough to go to school, to hide the so called demon from my peers. When she passed this year I began to lose control again. My parents sent me here to get rid of me. But the joke is on them because in just a few short months i will be old enough to legally emancipate myself, and i will finally be free of that wretched place. I do what I can to keep the demon at bay but I'm obviously not doing a very good job. I have researched damn near every book in the library here but i cannot seem to find anything that may give me some answers. Carly took a deep breath, unable to meet her professors eyes. She had never fully opened to anyone before (besides miss Brenda of course) and she was afraid he would brand her a monster too. Many moments passed, and the silence was unbearable. I have never heard of such powers before his voice was full of awe, and carly finally looked up from the floor, meeting his coal eyes for the first time since she started to speak. He was a hard man to read, and she was not sure if that was such a good thing, considering all she just told him. You are the only person beside the headmaster who knows of this. I trust you will keep it that way Carly knew she sounded cold, distant even but it was the only way to protect herself. You have my word Miss Elise. His eyes bore into hers as he spoke, as if drilling his assurance into her brain. I believe we should end todays session. I need to process this information before we formally begin our lessons. You may go. He placed himself behind his desk and pulled some papers towards him to grade, leaving Carly baffled. She felt empty as she headed back to her dormitory, as if she left a piece of her soul back in the potions classroom. It was frightening, opening yourself up completely to someone you hardly know. It was a feeling Carly was not accustomed to. She lay in her bed, holding the locket around her neck close to her heart as she cried herself to sleep, lost in memories she had tried for a long time to forget.
The next day had Carly full of determination. Her countdown until her birthday began, and with it would mark a new chapter in her life. A chapter she would name freedom. After classes she raided the library for books on emancipation from a muggle family, but she was unsure of her own blood status. Sure she had a wand and she was able to do spells, but was she pure-blooded? Half? Or was she a muggle born? Carly was not even sure of her real name. All that was left to her as a child was a note that said 'Elise'. It was assumed that was her last name, and her foster parents named her Carly. She became frustrated shortly after, her researching only bringing more questions then answers. So she decided to have a drink. And another. And another. It was not long before the fresh bottle of whiskey was empty, and Carly passed out drunk on the floor of her bedroom.
