My Own Treachery

Chapter 26 | I'd Rather...

A few days had passed while I had thought of my escape. I've tested the window. Sticking my hand out it. I couldn't feel anything stopping my hand from going out it. The thought is now, if I could fall from the third story, where my window was currently, and make my way to my fathers office, from the outside.

"Alright, my love stay here." I whispered, to Capone, setting him onto the bed. Then going to the window. First throwing my feet out it, swinging my legs out the window, so I was now sitting on the sill of the window. As I sat there, I could feel my shoulder ache, as if my bones were reminded of the last fall I took. "Alright, it's easy. Just fall and float my way down." I scooted closer to the edge. Till I fell, quickly thinking of the floating spell. I soon met the ground, gently touching my feet to it. I waited, seeing if any alarm. Moments went by, nothing I couldn't hear, or see anything.

Quickly but quietly I walked to the front of my house. As I opened the grand doors, pushing them open. I made a dash for the stairs, up to the second floor. Slowing down, as I heard talking in one of my fathers meeting rooms. Meaning his office was free. Opening his door, I made sure to lock it behind me. So, if someone came in I'd know.

Sitting at his desk, I opened each drawer. Not finding money, but instead I found a file from the ministry, that had a familiar name on it, Gilderoy Lockhart, opening it up, I read the file, skimming it, till I got to the middle;

Gilderoy Lockhart a former Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, shall be come the new defence against the dark arts professors.

Books he has made required for his classes;

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Gouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with a Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

I threw my head back, slouching in my fathers chair. Of all the people to teach the class they pick this self-obsessed, egotistical maniac. Why not just let me teach it? I rolled my eyes, placing the file back into the drawer where I had found it. The next drawer I opened had the small box I was looking for, pulling out I placed it on the desk top, unlocking it before I opened it up. Inside were mostly golden reflective gallons with either a dragon or wizard on showing on visible sides. I then stopped. Was I really thinking about stealing money from my father? At one point, he was my favorite person. I couldn't do this. Letting out a sigh, I placed the box back where I found it. Crossing my arms over the desk, I laid my face in it. There has to be another option. I know I can get out through my window now, so I'll be able to get food now. Perhaps, I'll be fine for now. Getting up to leave the office I barely opened the door, when I heard not just my fathers voice but another one.

Peering out the cracked door, I saw my father, with him was my aunt, my mother sister, Aida Ribes. They were standing real close, holding each others hands. Are they having an affair? I soon got an answer, seeing as Aida had stood on her toes and kissed my fathers lips. I felt a sense of anger, yet relief. I wasn't the disgrace, but my father was. Then he pulled her back into the room they must've just came out of. Gross. I took the chance to escape the office, ignore the gross sounds that I heard as I did.

I've managed to not get caught sneaking out of my room, or back into it, aside from the elves in the kitchen, whom were easily fooled, they had thought I was Ava. I had been able to eat food, bring food back to my room for Capone, Tinker and I to eat. I even found the broomstick, taking it back to the room with me, figuring I could use it into flying me to Diagon Ally when the time came. I'd given into my dark ways and took some money from the box, not a lot just enough for school supplies, and three weeks worth of money, for food and a room at the Three Broomsticks. That's what I've told myself, making myself feel not guilty about it.

Being today; with a light blew cotton pleated skater skirt, that stopped just above my knees, showing the dark tights I had on, along with some heeled boots, while I wore a white turtleneck. I even stuck a pink bow on the back of my head, holding my bangs and hair out of my face. Grabbing my wool pea-coat, I put it on, placing my luggage, a suit case, on the ground, charming another bag to stick to it, along with Tinkers bird cage. Tinker of course wouldn't be in his cage during this flight, he'd fly next to me.

We -Capone, Tinker and myself- were outside preparing to take off. I could feel my shoulder ache, when I got onto the broom stick, with a wand in my hand, so I could use a charm, to make the luggage follow us. Capone had gone into my shirt, only sticking his head out, while Tinker sat at the top end of my broom, ready to get flying. "Alright, loves, lets go" I whispered, kicking off the ground, once I did Tinker started flying, as did the luggage, that flew behind us. Enjoying the cool morning. We had taken off just after the sun had risen. Now we could enjoy the rays of the sun, that had begun to get cooler, as summer turned into fall. With clouds touching the toes of my boots as I flew. Tinker was flying a bit above and in front, circling the end of the broom stick as he did. Capone had crawled deeper into my shirt, hiding his face from the sunlight, that was to bright for him.