Wonderland I

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“Thanks” I close Sally´s mechanism door and making use of  200 bones I enter the woods, I was waiting the moment where Dobby appears and with his fragile voice announce that this woods are damn, and like the Homo Sapiens I highly consider myself follow Harry Potter´s decision and ignore his pleas, and enroll into the deep heart of this necromancy place, “Magnus” no answer “Magnus” I kept on , there was something in the air that make me uneasy “A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” With that though in my mind I carry on, this is something I must do to get home. Courtesy from my parents

For years Morfeo has given me nightmares, and this very place was the scenario and witness from the crime, “Magnus” I need his company, with his big and bicolor eyes he  gave me the no-existence courage to cross this dead place, no wonder my parents are peculiar, who in his right mind would think a good idea to raise a child in this area?, the key word is right, maybe they work by antonymous, that´s more likely, “Magnus” a gigantic black and four –paws beast jump me up “Magnus, you abnormal beast” I pet his head, ”What took you so long?” with  his tail in constant movement he kept jumping “Yeah, yeah” I took him off “I´m happy to see you too” I caress his ear “Now, lead the way you barbarian” Magnus set off the way  home “There´s no need to die today” I whisper to myself, with Magnus by my side I felt more secure, he was a badass guardian, “die of fright creatures of dead” , I utter under the breath, feeling badass too, I run trying to beat Magnus and obviously arrive first.. Not “You win this time Will Wheaton” I point at him with my finger, ignoring me he enlist home, like the owner “Traitor come here, I´m not done yet” where´s that deserter?

“He won, like always?” My mom state more than question, so like the mature person I consider myself act like one “You traitor, now I´m alone in this world, everyone betrays me, even Magnus, that swear to be my ally” I remember that day, I make him swear under the bacon he was about to eat, sitting on my make-myself-a-victim couch I initiate my victim card “My own mother is against me” I make and indignant sound to emphasize the betrayal

“You sure knows how to be a martyr” My mom didn´t bother to stop cooking, not even to greet her only daughter, How mean of her “I´ll go to my room, and let you think of what you said to me” I assert, and advance disgruntled to my room, with Magnus at my tail and head down  “Now you decided to show up, Scabbers” Opening my door room I collapsed on my bed, Magnus slowly sit by my side still with his head down “ Shame on you” The little traitor whimper and liked my hand “You think I´ll forgive  by liking my hand?” He barked “You are in debt with me for now on” with  his head from side he waited “You shall bring me the chocolate cookies that lies in the bar” Magnus quickly sit up and head to the kitchen, he will get them, he always does and gets away with it. The brat. Like expected he return with the cookies, each ate a cookie, we hardly had time to do nothing when mom called “Food is ready” I run so fast that almost felt face first, eating is one of my favorite things to do, besides running, reading and sleeping, by order

“What are we eating Voldemort?” My mom just shock her head but answer “Hamburgers” I rush to her and said in a small voice “ I forgive you” No-longer-Voldemort chuckles but anyway reply “Get off and set the table, your dad must be arriving any time” My dad, he´s never addressed me a word unless strictly necessary, I never knew why, I don´t hate him, you got custom, and like my mom said I set the table, Marcus bark before my dad´s truck could be heard

“You finish?”

“You offended me mother, look at the symmetric order of the plates, vessels…” before I could finish my egocentrics observation my mom rushes towards dad, my dad may not talk to me, but he sure adores my mother

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