𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

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Dear Rebekah Moons,

I understand that it has been long since we've talked, years maybe. But I am writing you to see how's my dear daughter has been doing lately? I've been informed that you are a prefect now, I'm proud. Freya is something like a prefect a beauxbatons as well.

I was disappointed that we both didn't receive an invitation to the holiday party that you hosted. If your how I remember, you and Freya will get along so well this summer.

Which leads me to mention, I've decided that we need to make up all of the time we've missed the past years. Therefore you will be spending this summer with me, Freya and your step father.

I'll be visiting Hogwarts soon to have a conversation with you about this. And before you run off to Amos or Claudette trying to detest this, they both know about this.

Write me back soon.
Yours truly,
Mother.
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A uncomfortable salty taste emerged inside of my cheeks and I felt as if everything that I ate this morning was about to come up. Something was wrong with my father and I knew it,

My mother wouldn't want too spend any quality time with me unless something was wrong with my father -- It's an tradition, my father gets deadly sick and my mom comes in.
Then she has the nerves to mention Freya? And her unexplainable creepy husband.

The only valid reason was that my father is sicker than I thought he was or Stephanie was just lying like always. Claudette hates her and knew that I felt the same, there's no way she'd
agree to me spending the summer with her.

Truthfully, I'd rather die than spend an summer with the family that my mother replaced me with. Disgust feels my stomach while my eyes skimmer back over the paper; That man was not my stepfather,

He was just the man that married her, Stephanie wasn't even mother -- She was just the women that laid down with my father and gave birth to me seventeen years ago.

But the part that sickened me the most was that she's planning to come to Hogwarts too see me soon. The last thing that I needed was to see Stephanie, if I see her the rest of my year will be completely ruined.

I wondered if Blaise knew anything about this false arrangement. His mother tells him almost everything, especially if it was something about
me so if it's true I'm sure that he'll know.

Standing up from my small desk, I fisted the letter up in my hands. I knew when I saw that owl poking at my window earlier this morning that something was about to go wrong.

I planned on writing my father and getting a explanation for Stephanie's delusion. And if he didn't write back I would ask Dumbledore for a visitation to my house this weekend,

Well that's if Dumbledore is even around for me to ask for his permission. Like I mentioned before, Dumbledore isn't really around school much and when he is he's busy.

Classes ended about three hours ago so I wasn't surprised to see Blaise sprawled out on the couch in the common room. On the couch across from him was a sleeping Theodore.

I wondered where Jennifer was, she's never that far behind Blaise these days. I am happy Jennifer's not around though, she worries too easy and probably would think to far.