Aymee Parker B2 - The Cursed Mark

Chapter 1 : Portkey travel

Aymee waved her feet in the water, her gaze lost in the eddies it caused. Aymee had always loved water very much: its ability to adapt to any environment, to evolve, to be transparent, to heal, to remain united despite the changes... In short, everything that was not really going well in camp these days.

"Aymee! Aymee!"

Leslie Barns, her young half-sister, was running towards her. She tripped and almost fell into the water, but Aymee managed to catch her. Her curly brown hair fell before her eyes and she had to breathe to puff them out of her face. Aymee helped her sit on the platform.

"What's happening? Is Kingsley here?"

"Mmh? Oh, your godfather? No no."

Aymee frowned. Leslie grumbled with a sulky pout.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" she complained. "Is Hogwarts that cool?"

Aymee glanced carefully around to make sure there was no one within earshot. Leslie noticed it and pouted even more.

"You know there are just the permanent ones left! Come on! If we can't even talk about it now, when will we talk about it? I have to prepare for my turn! I want to know what it will be like!"

"It's in a year," countered Aymee. "You don't have to stress for it!"

Leslie tried to give a little revenge slap on Aymee's shoulder, but the latter blocked it without difficulty.

"You want me to believe that you weren't curious at my age? I saw you harass Anaïa! I was with you!"

Aymee felt a little nostalgic at the mention of Anaïa. As expected, their older half-sister hadn't returned to the colony this summer and had found a job at the United States Department of Magic. Before leaving, she had appointed Alabaster as the new chief, which did not surprise anyone. Only, Anaïa had made the strange decision to divide in two the heritage of the Hecates: Aymee had received the Dream Powder while the Book of Spells went to Alabaster. The grimoire was as old as the Dream Powder, nobody knew when it dated and a preservation spell kept it as new. It contained all the magic knowledge the Hecates bequeathed. Alabaster may have been only 13 years old, but he already mastered a large part of these spells, unlike Aymee, who had practically no control over them. Therefore, it wasn't surprising for Alabaster to have become the new chief, despite the seniority of Aymee. But why divide the heirlooms? Aymee could not help but see this separation as a bad omen. She sighed. She had to change her mind.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

Leslie's green eyes shone and she asked her all kinds of questions. Most revolved around the four houses. Aymee did not hesitate to tell her about the secret tournament of the previous year.

"So Slytherin won? The two tournaments?" insisted Leslie with bright eyes.

"Yeah", confirmed Aymee. "It disgusted the students so much that there will most probably be no other secret tournaments."

"Too bad, I would have liked to win. In any case, I am proud of my house!"

"Your house?" repeated Aymee with a frown.

"Yes! It's clear that I am going to Slytherin. I am intelligent, determined and I always win!"

Aymee narrowed her eyes. She was not quite sure that was enough to qualify as a Slytherin. She had heard rumors it was necessary to be Pureblood to enter it.

But Poole is one even if he comes from the muggles, she reasoned but then countered herself. Maybe his biological parents are Purebloods? Well, whatever. I don't care where he comes from, as long as I beat him!