𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐰𝐨

My father wore an approving smile as he examined the parchment paper that confirms the fact that I scored an Outstanding on all of my OWLS. I had been so anxious about it not coming that you'd think I would be leaping for joy after the paper finally arrived.

But I wasn't, there was nothing for me to be joyful about as I stared at my father who lays basically immobile on the large bed. Being that he's elderly he's been sick all of my life, but I've got this bad feeling this time it's worse than he's trying to give off to me.

"Amazing job, Rebekah." Amos, my father, praised as he continued to look at the paper.
"You even got an outstanding in Transfiguration and Study of Ancient Runes, remember when you cried about me signing me up for those?"

"It was because Mcgonagal hates me daddy. She and her stupid cat persona both hate me, I'm sure that if it was her choice, I would've got a troll on the test." I whined while folding my arms over my chest. Mcgonagal's hatred for me makes me hate her class so I'm quite surprised.

My father laughed, "I hear you Rebekah, though I wouldn't have expected anything less than a Exceeding from you."

I'm my father's only child and I really found comfort in the fact that I had not failed him. When doing my work, the thing that I thought about the most was my dad and how if he was to pass away unexpectedly, I wouldn't want to feel like I left him disappointed with me.

My relationship with my mother is really nonexistent and I don't want to make it a thing-- All of my life I've never knew her or been around her that much.

It's always just been me and my father and I think that's why his passing is going to be so hard for me to overcome. I've never not come home from Hogwarts and my dad wasn't here. I'm trying to not to show my father my sadness because I don't want him to feel bad.

But in some situations, like this one I cannot help but to show my worry and doubt to him.
What was I going to do with him? And where would I know because I know that I would not be able to comfortably live in a house where he passed away in after his death.

Apart of me also felt like my mother would make her return after his passing and try to claim some things as hers. She did that when he got really sick during my second year; She tried coming around to play family.

But when the nurses assured that he was regaining strength and health she left once again and hadn't been back since. Though I didn't mind because other than giving birth to me she's never done anything for me.

If someone told me she died right now I wouldn't care, I might have start jumping around and laughing in joy actually. She's useless and I don't like useless things.

My father whips his wand in the air and a black jewelry box suddenly appeared in his hand, catching my attention. "For your good grades and the fact that you never fail to make me our surname look excellent."

A loud gasp when he opened the box, revealing the most beautiful piece of jewelry that I've ever seen-- The small pendant on the necklace was a diamond serpent that wrapped around a silver head with its mouth open.

At first glance it would be mistaken for the dark mark but if you actually look at it you could see that it's the crown of Medusa. The Gorgo in mythology with I connected with because I came from a long line of gorgon.

But it died out a few years of it and I sadly didn't inherit it. Who knows how different my life would have been if I would have inherited that powerful trait from my ancestors. No doubt that figure inside the joke shop wouldn't have dared to look at me sideways.

It's completely fine because I do have something in store for him if he thinks he's going to be abrupt to me this upcoming year. Him and both of his bad blooded friends.