My Crazy Magical Life

Day before madness

The next morning, the girl woke up and flicking off her covers, stalked through to her monochrome en suite bathroom. She washed and suddenly remembered that her wings were sticking out as she rummaged through her wardrobe for an outfit that she actually wanted to wear. Then she remembered that in her research that it had said that to put her away, all she had to do was think about her wings pulling into her back and they would, so that was what she did before pulling on a pair of blue chinos paired artfully with some black brogues and a baggy grey sweatshirt with a black skull on it.

She went through the hidden passage in her wardrobe that led to the kitchen, and after checking that her 'perfect' sister wasn't in there along with her parents, grabbed a quick bowl of porridge that she could eat alone in the privacy of her own room as she packed to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. She didn't, no.. wouldn't, ask her parents to drive her to Charing Cross Station as they would say no to her question, laugh at her and call her a freak like they had done so many times before. Instead she would apparate to platform 9 and ¾ s, then accio her trunk to her. Her familiar, a crow named Kuro, would meet her there, having been allowed to be in the wild for the holidays, as her parents were scared that he'd terrify and injure Melody, her 'angelic' little sister. Ah Melody, how she detested her little sister, who always flounced around in long pink dresses with her long blonde tresses flowing behind her like a certain Disney princess.

When she didn't get her own way.. the girl shuddered at the unbidden memory of shrill screams of annoyance echoing round the house. The girl blinked and dragged herself out of her thoughts, remembering that her priority was to pack. She didn't have that much to pack, seeing as she hadn't unpacked because her parents thought her 'freakish-ness' would spread if she did. She scowled bitterly before starting to pack, her porridge now long forgotten and cold. When she had finished, she realised that she hadn't eaten all day and cast a quick heating charm on the bowl of porridge and ate it, the now warm substance helping her relax.

That night, in her dreams, she heard laughter and felt waves of happiness wash through her. She slept the night away with a smile on her face.