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Monthly Motivation ! Hufflepuff No. OO2 : The Not So Normal Day
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The True family has never known a 'normal' day, not since the birth of the 'Hufflepuff Triplets'. Having Triplets is in itself a sure fire way of never a normal life, but three Triplets, all witches and wizards? 'Normal' has never, and will never be an option. Now for their parents, it was a loss worth while, but even they can't help but to look back and soak in the quiet peace that used to be. For the triplets themselves? Well they have never known the notion of 'normal' and therefore couldn't care less about it.
Ismeralda takes it a step further, however. She detested the word and all it stands for. She wasn't normal, and she didn't want to be. In her eyes, normal was being like everyone else and having life being quiet and simple. She loved being different with her flamingo pink eyes, her face full of freckles, her love for school and learning, her respect for the teachers, and her love for pranks, she loved life loud and chaotic, always changing and not simple once so ever, life, in her opinion, was supposed to be everyday a separate all new adventure. She hated 'normal' with a passion, and always would. But she knew better than to say all of this when she was asked, 'what's a normal day for you?' so instead she would simply pick a random day and tell it. And when the person would clarify they meant 'normal', she would simply say that for her, normal didn't exist. Her favorite story to tell however, when asked to tell a 'normal' day, is August 12th, her first summer back from Hogwarts.
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The sun shines down onto a two-story brick house, deceivingly quiet and normal in its appearance. The yard sloping into the woods that took up most of their city. Birds chirp a good morning song, in hopes of waking the sleepy people of Dewpoint. But their songs are interrupted by a loud scream, the sound emitting from the kitchen of the brick house. "ISMERALDA GET YOUR BUTT UP RIGHT THIS SECOND!"
Up in her bedroom, Ismeralda Vandiyila True lay silently in her bed, stifling quiet chuckles. She didn't often get up early, hating mornings with a fiery passion, but when she did it was usually for a good reason. Playing a prank on their father.
