The Sire's Sins: Why Bloods Shouldn't Be Mixed

4- More Revelations

We were flying high above the clouds at the height which aeroplanes fly. There was nothing but white cotton candy like clouds for miles around, it was piercingly cold and we were speeding so fast that I could not see anything around me. Broomstick riding gave me a really awesome sensation, it made me feel strangely weightless and powerful. I had never encountered Ramonia or any other of these people before, so why did I blindly trust them, especially Ramonia? Was it true that I was a witch? What was this Bronze core all were so envious of ? Was I safe in these people's hands? And most importantly, did I have parents?
My thoughts were interrupted by Shaklen's loud yell again, this time saying, "Location sighted. Swerve left and land to Servenia's private tea house."
Ramonia's dive was flawless, yet I felt as though I was falling into a monster's open mouth; gravity's pull was so hard. We finally landed on hard, cold ground in front of a large white marble tea house, whose walls were studded with precious stones and the pointed pyramid - shaped roof was encrusted with crystals. The curtains at the windows and door were made of dark red silk, lined with silver thread. As I approached the door a middle-aged woman with a resemblance so close to Ramonia that it was like looking at Ramonia's reflection in a mirror, except that her light blue eyes and small wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and mouth, came down the steps, her arms crossed. She smiled at me, though it did not quite reach her eyes. Ramonia said slightly warily "Aria Emelia, this is Servenia Aulis Dupleh, your mother.

It was at this statement that I began to observe Servenia more closely. Her high cheekbones, chocolate brown hair and dimpled chin were features that marked her as Ramonia's sister; although Ramonia was a shade darker to Servenia's pale complexion. Her eyes looked 'distant, ambitious and unique' like mine, like the depths of a frozen whirlpool. The more you stared into them they seemed to suck you in; her aura was such that it commanded reverence, respect and obedience. She wasn't like the mom I'd imagined.
" Hi, Aria. I know all of this is too much to handle, and that you are tired and cold from this long journey. But there are a few things that need to be told to you, in the interests of your own safety. If you would accompany me inside," she said, and I instantly obeyed, afraid of her icy stare.
"Not you, Ramonia. You shall be the brunch hostess today. You shall escort our guests to the Dinner Hall, thank them in the way I always do, see that they enjoy the brunch. Wear the new plum dress robe. I want this thing started and up in fifteen minutes," Servenia dictated. Ramonia rushed off without even bothering to reply; too afraid to contradict or hellishly obedient, I didn't know.
"Come inside, Lady Aria Emelia Dupleh Aulis, heiress of Dupleh, Aulis, Sadrin and Lavasieur houses. I have to tell you some things. Information you will require before leaving for Hogwarts, before embarking on your journey of magic. "
I preferred not breaking the silence, now knowing that Servenia meant business.
" As you may have been told by your aunt, you are not an orphan, and neither is your name Aria Emelia Watson. I'm your mother, Servenia Aulis Dupleh of the Aulis House. Your father was Kevin Lestar Dupleh, of the Dupleh house. Since I have a Silver Core and your father had a Gold Core, you have the rare Bronze core; so rare that you are the first person in three hundred years to be born with this type of Core. As you may or may not have noticed, all humans, including wizards, have held a fascination for things which are fragile and rare since time immemorial. Tales are woven about these, encouraging legends, myths and quite a lot of unnecessary rumours; and way too much importance is given to rarity," she paused for a while, to retrieve something from a maroon velvet folder. It turned out to be four thick leather- covered books, a olive green folder, shut by a plum wax seal; a long silver chain with a fist sized locket; and several official looking documents.

"Aria, we Metal Cored wizards and witches are a rarity in wizardkind. Our blood, our aura, our riches, our magic all differ a little from Dark, Light and Grey Cored wizards. The rich legacy of us Metallics has been written about in a lot of books, though I prefer you to read these particular ones, as they give you a fair idea of what is expected of you as the Lady of Dupleh, Aulis, Lavasieur and Sadrin Royal Houses. You still have three months left till you're of Hogwarts age, and this time is sufficient enough for you to adopt etiquette and behavior befitting our status" she ended.
Wow, I mentally screamed. One day ago I had envied a Muggle girl for having a four - bedroom bungalow; while I now almost owned at at least four or five residences, more royal and grander that that Muggle dunghill. I had thought myself to be be someone ordinary, while I was almost an enigma in myself. Servenia again spoke, " I'm not done still. I need you to see the papers proclaiming your Ladyship and approve of it. Read these," she said, as she slit open the seal binding the the folder, and handed them to me. "Go on, read them at your leisure or whenever you find the need to assure yourself of your, er, royalty." A merest flicker of a smile played near her lips, or so I thought, as seconds later her expression returned to the usual stone - cold one.
" I'm going to bed now, as the day has been jam packed with stress for me. I strongly advise you to rest today, as you are more mentally charged than ever before in your life. Your personal elf, Dimpy, will navigate you through the Manor. If you require any services from her, you can summon her like this," she indicated snapping her fingers, and turned to go. I don't know why I did it, but I said, " Goodnight, Mum."
She was apparently surprised, as she smiled for the first time in the evening. She was gorgeous when she smiled.
" You should smile more often, you know, " I said, dumbstruck that I had actually dared to speak to her. Her next move surprised me even more. She cupped my face in her red taloned hands, and kissed me gently on each cheek. Servenia could act tough if she wanted, but her daughter could surely make her me melt.
" Good night, Aria," she said, and finally departed, her brown hair billowing down her back; her stiletto heels making a 'thunk' sound on the marble floor, my mom walked away, filling that usually empty space in the left of my chest with something I had never experienced before. Love and warmth. Happy thus, I walked away from the teahouse, contented, happy and feeling loved for the first time in my eleven year old life.

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