Acceptance

The Betrayal

It's hard to tell who has your back, from who has it long enough just to stab you in it.

– Nicole Ritchie

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The Pages Of A Weregirl: Day 2

I'm getting used to this new environment, but I wish I do not. I'm pretty sure I will be thrown out of this place too. I'm nothing but a burden, aren't I? For, who would want me with them?

I'm sure I'll be living off myself in a forest, turning into that monster once a month. What else have I got to do?

I need to change myself now.

This cannot go on forever,  this needs to end, one day or another.

Gone is the sweet, pampered girl of the Darkwoods. Enters the Weregirl Maia, who's going to learn to live off her own, hated by the place which she hoped had adopted her.

My parents had not been real; it was just an illusion. Of course they had just pretended to love her, who could love a child who was not their own?

It had just been an illusion.

Maia rested the quill on the table and her head on top of the diary.  She had started this a day before, as an outlet for her thoughts, which seemed to eat her up.  She was about to hide away the diary, when she heard raised voices from somewhere. Curious, she went outside her room and followed the noise. She ended up landing outside Mr. and Mrs. Granville's bedroom. Pressing her ears to the door, and being careful not to make any sound, she listened.

"Marge, you don't understand! We took that decision in the heat of the moment! She's nothing but a risk to us, don't you get it?"

"Risk? Risk, you say? Then would you call your own son a risk? She's just the same as our Josey!"

"He's our son! How could you say that! He's different, we can manage him, not her!"

There was some silence for some moment, then:

"Marge, I understand what you're feeling right now, I know. But you need to know this: she's danger, and not only because of the fact that she's a werewolf. The ministry is after her, that tutor refused to teach her for Merlin's sake! We cannot afford to get in more trouble than we already are in, can we?"

She couldn't afford to hear more.

A loud sob escaped her as she ran towards her room, and locked it from inside.

Deep breaths, she told herself.

She just knew this. Of course she did. Then why did it hurt?

Looking around, she  was the trunk, filled with her clothes. She took a deep breath.

She knew what to do. That's all she can do now.

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"Mr. Darkwood, you are summoned by the Minister of Magic for a private talk after an hour. You are requested to attend and send your reply by signing this parchment."

The voice emanating from the parchment ended, and it settled down onto Robert's palms, which were sweaty and shaking with fright.

Angie watched from a distance, not being able to gather up any proof to a conclusion. Why was he so nervous about going to the Ministry?

Her husband was turning out to be even more puzzling than before.

"Robert."

He turned his head and faced her, and for a second, she thought she saw his face bearing a grimace, but that now tuned into a stoic, pale face he wore regularly.

"Please. Leave this facade. She's your daughter, honestly. She's done nothing wrong.  Why are you doing this? Please, bring her back."

"Angie, we can't."

"Why not?"

"We just can't."

"Wow, that's an intellectual explanation!"

Robert's fierce gaze threatened to tear me apart. I shouldn't have said that, though Angie.

"I hope you did not mean that," said Robert, and threw a fistful of Floo Powder into the Fireplace and shouted "Ministry of Magic!" and twisted away.

Angie sighed yet again. 

This is not happening. It's all messed up.

Right then, their house-elf came running up to her and said:

"Mistress! There is a Wizard at the door he is worried. I is been told to get you."

Wide awake and alert, she went running to the door, and there was Robert, panting and looking extremely disturbed. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he said:

"It's Maia. She ran off from the Granville's. She's missing."

A/N: DUN DUN DUN!

Okay, I've decided, these chapters are going to be mostly around 600-700 words.

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