001 | Sharp Tongue

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It all started with
his arrogance and her pride.

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How dumb do these Leprechauns think I am? Most witches and wizards don't know that Leprechaun gold isn't authentic, it's a complete scam. Of course, I'm not taking their money.

"ADRIANA CLARISSA HARLOW!"

Thud!

"COME DOWN AND EAT!"

"IF I NEED TO GO TO MUNGO'S HOSPITAL YOU'RE PAYING-"

"SHUT UP AND EAT."

I pick myself up, holding my nose and groaning in pain as I throw my blanket onto my bed. I could've been seriously injured or even worse, I could have died from shock. Not to mention, I was having a good dream.

One of our house-elves, my personal favourite, Remi comes in all sweet and smiley. In most (cough cough, pureblood) families, house-elves aren't treated fairly and are sometimes abused. My parents can tolerate them, Remi has been at our service since I was little, so we've grown with her nature.

"Her Grace requests your presence in the dining hall." Remi calmly says while fixing my bed.

Cracking my back and stretching my arms; I thank her before swinging my cosy white robe on.

"Are you sure a cow didn't apparate into one of the rooms?" Camden jokes to Mum and she rolls her eyes.

My older brother is an idiot. Don't be fooled by his good genes, he's one of the most annoying but lovable people in the world.

"Moo." He laughs at me; I push his head onto the dining table causing his forehead to slam into his poached egg.

"Cluck cluck." I flap my arms like a chicken whilst he wipes the egg yolk off.

Dad folds his copy of The Daily Prophet on his lap, it's a wizarding newspaper set in London that is at least a century old.

The last time I read it was only for a vampire-looking man with long matted hair. Sirius Black is on the loose after escaping 'top security' Azkaban. They say that he's killed thirteen people with a single curse and is a big supporter of the Dark Lord (You-Know-Who).

What an icon.

Not the supporting part but, you know what I mean.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the situation for safety as Black is a lunatic and "won't be afraid to put an end to somebody's life". Of course, not a lot of people are happy with Fudge conversing with the other side. Muggles have been informed that the escapee is in possession of a gun, the puny toy that they call a murder weapon, especially in the States.

"Alright farm animals, Camden I expect you to take care of Adria when we get to the station," Dad speaks up.

If you're wondering why my dearest mother tried to channel her inner Sirius Black by almost killing me this morning, it's because I'm finally transferring to Hogwarts.

My parents are the only two in my family that went to Hogwarts, Dad's side always went to Ilvermorny. Ironic when they are British, Welsh and not American. Perhaps that is why I didn't get an acceptance letter from Hogwarts; my ancestors wanted me to go to America.

Either way, I'm glad I can say sweets instead of candy.

Oh and I can finally reference a non-magical person as a Muggle instead of a No-Maj.

"Take care of her? She literally just slammed me into my breakfast." Cam sulks, I glare at him whilst I take a bite of my Chinese cruller also known as yóutiáo. It's a long golden-brown strip of dough, basic but I'm going to miss this.

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