Squib

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"G.....C.......F......A" Celia muttered to herself, scribbling the notes on parchment. Picking up her guitar, she began to strum what she had just composed.

" I go wandering

Down a path

I was never meant to walk

No one greets me here, but my own company's enough" ( yus I wrote this myself, I know I'm rlly good XD )

Celia smiled to herself, it was all coming together. She loved moments like these, the sun shining through her window, her guitar freshly tuned, the smell of old sheet music and dusty parchment filling the air, it was the perfect start to summer.

"WHERE THE F**K IS SHE"

Celia's eyes screwed shut, her perfect day was about to become an imperfect nightmare."

"NO JOHN NOT AGAIN!"

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY JULIA I WON'T HESITATE TO SMACK YOU!"

"NO, JOHN YOU'RE DRUNK!"

*SMACK*, a horrible sound of skin to skin contact fills the air as Celia hears her mother fall to the floor. Soon after she hears footsteps stumbling up the wooden staircase. Her door swings open nearly flying off the hinges, and a silhouette of her father fills the frame.

Without so much as a word John ripped Celia off her bed and started pummeling her with his fists.

"YOU ARE A PATHETIC, DISGUSTING, WASTE OF WIZARD BLOOD. I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL YOU USELESS SQUIB!" He shouted in her ear as he punched and slapped her face repeatedly.

"STOP, DAD PLEASE STOP!" Celia cried as she tried with all her might to push him off her.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT YOU B**CH I DIDN'T CREATE A SQUIB"

Loose tears leaked out of Celia's eyes as her body burned in pain.

As John tried to deliver a final blow, a smaller hand stopped him.

"Stop, John.." Julia Rose said softly.

John slowly got up and allowed his wife to help him stagger away, leaving his bruised and bleeding daughter lying on the floor.