"Wait, you're telling me that you're harry potter. And I'm Freddie Mercury??"
── Three inseparable friends, bound by loyalty, love and courage. Found a time-turner on the grounds of King's cross station. Curious, they spinned it for fun and now the...
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𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀⋆☀︎.
Ever since the Campbell family decided to move to Edinburgh Scotland. Cynthia has been the quietest one between her four brothers, they were loud and excited to live a new life outside of their previous homeland.
Cynthia rolled her eyes at her second older brother; yelling at their parents 'are we there yet?' for the hundredth time in the past 2 hours. But she couldn't scold him for being annoying, since he's the favorite of her father.
That's correct; 'Father', she never ever will call him dad nor papa for she, experienced unfair treatment from him. She turned to the car window, looking at all the pretty lights of the city, her brother the oldest, Luke, noticed her grim face.
He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. Cynthia glanced at him, and a small smile appeared on her face; "I'm okay." She mumbled before returning to the window.
"We're here kids! Well, look at that....uh cozy home, isn't it?" Her mother, Mary, said.
Cynthia checks her new house, raising her eyebrow at it. It was a fine built two storey house, adorably built in her opinion. Getting out of the car, she slams the door shut; her bag hanging on her shoulder— she avoids her brothers; fighting who will get the largest room, except Luke who stayed behind.
"Are you sure, you're alright, cici?" He called out to her, in return Cynthia nodded. Giving the boy a weak smile. "I am alright, don't worry about me."
"Worry about your room being the smallest." She teased, dragging her suitcase to the door. "I don't even care about the rooms because you should have the largest room due to your books and collection of harry potter."
"And why is that? I could just keep them in a box against the corner of my room."
"Because I know you, Cici. You cherished your collection." Then he walked off, probably going to check out the place.
Cynthia sighed, since she was four years old. She realized she's always the one who's overlooked between her siblings. Luke was the only one who understands her, and took her under her wing.
She remembered that one time, she called Luke ' papa', for a year until her mother said it was her brother, scolding her to which little five year old Cynthia cried for weeks on end.
It was a cruel slap to reality for a small child, realizing that your real father was never actually there.
But that was 3 years ago, now that she's eight; acting too mature for her age.
Cynthia went upstairs, making complaints in her head about how heavy her stuff is as her mom chatted in the living room, laughing on the phone. Seeing that she's busy, the brunette endured the pain the books causing her; continues to pull it up.
Finally, she reached the stairs. Now, there are six rooms. And what she doesn't like the most, the house only has one bathroom.
With four brothers, it doesn't end well for her. She huffed, hearing voices of her brothers in different rooms.
