Bad Luck{discontinued }

Crappy Childhood and Backstory

I came back from the bathroom with a cup of water to clean off some of Dani's paintbrushes. She recently got some brushes and paints from her father and had no idea how to use them so I offered to help. I liked to draw as a kid but it became an escape when I moved in with my mother. My uncle would send me paints and brushes and I would cover my walls in mandala. My mom liked to think that she didn't have kids to take care of. The poor house elves would bring us small meals that they put together because my mother was always out with other wizard families like the Blacks. Sirius and I met one day at diagon alley where we discovered our mothers spent quite some time with each other. We were best friends, even after he moved in with the potters , we kept in contact.

Every time I finished some kind of design on my wall, Penelope would be the first to see. See was always amazed by the intricate patterns on the once boring , white wall.

Nathan and I would often fell home sick , so we convinced our mother to start letting us go back to our home in D.C. every summer.  I love it there. We stay in my uncle's home every summer. My favorite part is the metro. (A/N : I I know the metro and the dates don't line up but we are going to pretend that they have been around for a long time)

My sister and I would share one of the larger bedrooms and my brother took the smallest one. We would stay up each night telling stories and playing games in the colorful rooms. Then in the morning we would walk around the city and do just about anything.

Then we would go back to our mother involuntarily. Sirius was the only one that knew about all this. I didn't even want him to know , but he figured out somehow. Hogwarts was okay , but I always missed D.C. it was a part of me and the place I wanted to be the most. I missed my dad taking me to gymnastics practice. I missed going to the ice cream parlor whenever my Brother's baseball team won a game. I missed watching my sister bothering my dad with a million questions. I missed it all and only got some of it back for two months every year. 

"Maybe we should find your thing." I said trying to keep the tears from rolling down my face. 

"My thing?"