Forgotten

Chapter twelve {Good by... Home}

„Thank you."

That was a few weeks ago and today was the last day at home for Jasmine...

And it's freaking her out.

„LUCAS! WHERE IS MY HAIRBRUSH!?" yelled the Kitsune at the top of her lungs, from the top stairs that lead into the entrance hall. Her voice traveling through the whole manor.

„No need to yell!" yelled Lucas back from behind Jasmine and scaring her so that she jumped five feet into the air and almost falling from the stairs, if it wasn't for her enchanted reflexes.

„Do. Not. Ever. Yell. At me. Again!" she said in a deathly clam voice, her loose hair over her onyx eyes making her look a little bit crazy, tail twitching in annoyance and fox ears flat on the sides of her head.

Rolling his eyes, the siren handed the brush over to the angry Kitsune.

„Then don't give me a reason to yell at you." he said sassily as he smiled teasingly, in a good natured way, at her.

Rolling her eyes, Jasmine shadow traveled (she found that term in the book about magical creatures) back into her room to finish with the packing.

Once back in her room, she began to hum a meaningless tune while putting the brush into her trunk next to her shampoo and other hair-products.

"What do you think?" She asked the shadows in her room. "You have grown up quite well little umbra." spoke the shadows "I mean my trunk." said Jasmine and rolled her eyes, a light blush  and found smile graced her cheeks and lips. "Wonderful packing style little umbra, how you managed it to put all your stuff in it is remarkable!" sassed the shadows.

Jasmine snorted and closed her trunk.

Looking around her room she memorized every detail, like she did after she and Stanley decorated it all those years ago.

~Flashback~

It was a warm spring day in 1985 and little Jasmine and her new adoptive father were out in the magical district of England, Diagon Alley.

Five year old Jasmine looked around in awe, never in her (short) live has she seen something so... magical!

„Where are we going Mr.Gerath?" asked Jasmine, still not comfortable enough to call him father.

„We are going to buy you furniture for your room of course!" the blue eyed man said smiling brightly.

Giggling to herself, Jasmine took Stanley's hand and followed him to a shop called ‚Miss Clara's Furniture for Every Room'.

After almost four hours the father-daughter duo made their way back to the Manor were the house-elf's already transported the new furniture and light blue paint.

Then finally!

After ten hour of hard handwork Jasmines room was completed!

Jasmine stood at her door and looked into the room a feeling of rightness settling in her heart tans mind.

<This feels like...>
<Home> finished Lola

~End Flashback~

<Home> said Jasmine to Lola, Ella was sleeping.
<That it is dear> said Lola, her usually dark voice sad but soft in a way that Jasmine never heard her talking.

„Good by... Home"

A lonely tear rolls down her face, a sad smile on her lips, fox ears hanging lose in sadness and tail tightly wrapped around her middle.

Jasmine closed the door behind her leaving the room that she calls home behind her for six months before coming back... but until then...

Good by Home

[An: I am back from the dead! Muhahaha 😜! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Next one will come soon! Promise!]