Acceptance

Troubling Thoughts

"A troubled mind causes more suffering than an ulcer."

-Mahatma Gandhi

"Maia! get up now sweetie!"

The voice of Margaret greeted her day as she woke up, rubbing her eyes, and gazing out of the window. It overlooked a field, with lush green crops swaying with wind's tune. Birds chirped and the morning was calm and serene. At The Darkwood's manor, it had overlooked a street, so this connection with nature was absent.  A house-elf greeted her every morning and helped her get ready. Here, she had learnt to to it all by herself, with Marge waking her up in her customary voice.

After a quick shower, she went down the creaky stairs into the dining room, where she found marge bustling around the kitchen, with bacon sizzling away in the pan, the break toasting, sausages in another pan, and eggs in another. Mashed potatoes were kept in bowl separately. Her mouth watered instantly.

"Well, if you have finished eyeing the food, you should eye your seat," came a mocking voice from the table.

Joseph was sitting on the dining table, digging into his plate of breakfast.

"Good morning to you too, Josey," she replied sarcastically.

"Oi, what has got your wand in a twist? I'm joking you kn- nah I'm not," he concluded and returned to his food. She laughed as she sat down and Marge handed her a plate of fresh hot food and she began gulping down the baked beans.

Joseph and her were starting to become fast friends after the incident which took place almost two weeks before. Yes, she still had nightmares from the horrific experience, but so did Joseph. Hence, the 'Nocturnal Bonding Sessions' or NBS's started. They never talked about the nightmare. They were scared to, or at least, she was. They talked about other things, like their interest in learning spells by their tutor, who was going to come from September 1st.

Yes, they were not going to Hogwarts. How could they, with what had happened to them, with their condition?  She almost laughed as she imagined the professors allowing them and smiling to them and saying:

"Oh hello there Werewolf Darkwood, welcome to Hogwarts!"

She had so much time with her own thoughts. Twisting thoughts.

"Maia, why are you not eating?"

Joseph looked intrigued.

"No, nothing," she said.

This always her reply. She would start thinking again and stare off at a distance. Joseph or Marge would notice, and ask if she was fine. She would reply affirmatively. And continue with her work.

Just then, the heavy footsteps of Barnaby Granville was heard descending down the stairs. He sure was an innocent looking man, but he was formidable to talk to.

His face wore a serious expression as he came to the dining room and faced her directly.

"Maia dear, I need a word with you."

Maia gulped. This better be good.

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Pages of The Weregirl:  Day 1

I have become something I did not want to be. It's frightening. 

People dislikes the likes of us. Scratch that. They hate us. Reason? Unknown? Are they scared of us harming them. We are not who we are made out to be seen as. Why this prejudice? What have we done to them? I doubt each and everyone of this world has been attacked by us! Just believe stories which might be false?

Anyways, it only has it's downside. I'm not allowed to go to Hogwarts. I cannot meet other students. I cannot meet my parents. 

Everyone hates me.

I have to live with this pain. 

Yes, I do have a friend, a wereboy, but I only just met him. I have not talked to him about our...condition. We don't talk much though. Only about fickle things and our likes, dislikes. Our tutor. What else can we talk about? Our pain? Our fear for our first transformation coming in two weeks?

No, we can't. Of course not.

About my 'adoptive parents of sorts' a.k.a the Granvilles? They're okay. Marge cooks for me. Barnaby is a a daunting man, but he knows how to smile. Unlike my parents. 

I always come back to them.  They left me. Their own blood. The one they had adopted. 

Why? Am I that filthy?

What is wrong with me?

-Weregirl Maia

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"You wanted to talk to me, sir?"

"Yes Maia. As you know, our request to let you both in Hogwarts was dejected by them, and we also asked a tutor for you. He did agree to teach Joseph, but, for some reason, rejected yours. Can you guess why?"

To say she way shocked was undermining the situation. Why always her?

"I don't know, sir."

"Is it your Father?"

"Trust me sir, I don't know anything about it!"

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She itched to shrug it off. Her breath was falling short. Mr.Granville noticed this and withdrew his hand immediately.

"Are you okay? Deep breaths," he said.

She was calming down, but still shaken. What did just happen?

Why was she being asked questions she could not answer.

Why her?

A/N: Trust me, writer's block is deadly.

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