The daughter of two famous Quidditch players, Anora Forney, has grown up travelling the world. And while her parents are known for their skills on the pitch, Anora garners her own attention wherever she goes as many people love to get a glimpse of t...
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It was a Tuesday, like any other Tuesday, but for Anora Forney, it had quickly become one of the longest days of her life. Though she had been warned the previous night, there was never a good enough warning for the eleven-year-old when it came to wash day. For the last hour or so, she had found herself sitting in the kitchen of her family home, flinching and grunting every so often, as her mother, Simone, detangled her natural hair into sections. It was always a lengthy process, even with magic as there were little spells that dealt with hair, and also, Simone always claimed that it was a good bonding experience between the two of them if they took their time.
However, as Simone, worked a mixture of oil through the long locks of white hair, she noticed the frown that was etched on her daughter's face. It was no secret that Anora did not care for wash day, even if it was meant to be a bonding experience, but the frown seemed to be something carried over from the day before when Anora received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Your father said he was going to take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get your school supplies," Simone said, attempting to start up a conversation, " I believe that means you'll be getting your wand. That's exciting, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Anora answered, with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
Most children her age would have been absolutely beside themselves with joy upon receiving their letter, but since the owl had arrived at the Forney household, Anora took on quite the opposite reaction.
"Rather than beating around the pitch, why don't you tell me why you don't want to go to Hogwarts?" Simone questioned her. "I know your grandparents spoke to you about Beauxbatons, but I promise you, Hogwarts is a fine school. You'll-"
"I don't want to go to either one of them! I don't want to go to Beauxbatons and I don't want to go to Hogwarts!"
"But why not-"
"Because all of those other children are going to make fun of me!"
The kitchen grew silent, with the exception of the sound of running water that Simone quickly turned off as she turned her attention to her daughter. Anora wouldn't bring herself to look at her, all too busy staring at a small scratch on the kitchen table and running her finger over it. Of course, Simone could lay into the false promise that no one would ever come to tease her daughter, but she knew that was far from the truth.
From the time she was born, Anora stood out like a sore thumb, and some came to appreciate it, while others felt the need to point and belittle her over something she had no control over.
Simone could remember the day Anora was born, it quickly became one of the best days of her life. She had given birth to a beautiful and healthy little girl, that she and her husband, Gerald, were ready to absolutely spoil. But when the Healers returned to the room, carrying Anora, who was all swaddled up in blankets, they appeared rather concerned as they went to hand the baby over.
