THE SUPREME {D.M}

CHAPTER 2

Summer rolled by uneventfully until my birthday. July fifteenth, it was my sixteenth birthday and like any other birthday I wasn't expecting anything extravagant or for it to be exciting in any way. After all, I was only turning another year older and I had no friends due to my secluded life away from the rest of the world. I rolled over and looked at my clock on my nightstand, the time read 8:30 am. Lying on my back I stared at the ceiling, trying to gather enough enthusiasm to get out of bed and get this day over with.

I didn't really like birthdays, they made me realise just how little family I had and I hated the empty feeling I felt when I looked at all the empty chairs at the table when my Aunt would bring out what was meant to be a birthday cake. Eventually, I walked over to my mirror, taking my hair out of it's messy bun as stared at my reflection. A quiet sigh escaping my lips as I saw a face so similar to my mother's staring back at me. My chestnut brown hair fell and framed my sharp facial features, my Aunt always said I looked like my mother except I had my father's eyes, which looked amber, like small pools of honey but with the slightest change in light they turned a deep green, emerald almost. I rubbed my eyes before pulling the light blue material of a lacy top over my head as I slipped into some loose fitting jeans; comfort was by far my priority over stylishness any day, it wasn't like I was dressing to impress anyway seen as today would only consist of me and my Aunt.

I walked over to my dresser, carefully picking up the moving picture of my parents and holding it in my hands, they were dancing under a blossom tree with petals floating and dancing in the wind with them. My Aunt told me that it was taken in their last year at Hogwarts near the Black Lake which I had heard so many stories about as a child, stories which only made me long to go there and see it for myself even more. They looked so happy and content with one and other and I almost craved the chance of being that in love with someone one day.

I didn't really know much about my parents, but from the very little information I had been given about them, I had the knowledge that they too had attended Hogwarts. This only led me to become more angry and frustrated at the fact that my Aunt wouldn't let me attend the school. I felt like an outcast and failure, my family was a pure blood line and I was the only one ever to not follow in the long family tradition of attending wizarding school.

I tried to hide the disappointment and shame I felt as much as I could but it left me feeling broken inside. She had told me when I was little that the day would come when I would be allowed to attend the school, but due to my illness, she said I would only be able to attend when it was under control which she had assured me wouldn't belong. She'd been telling me this ever since I was eleven.

My train of thought was interrupted at the sound of my Aunt calling me down for breakfast in a cheery tone. I couldn't stop the small groan that escaped my lips.

"Coming Aunt!" I shouted, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible, skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen, where my Aunt was stood flicking her wand, making pots and pans do all sorts of things. Whenever my Aunt tried to cook the muggle way, everything seemed to go drastically wrong so she always used the excuse that she was a witch and that all the muggle methods of cooking confused her, but in all honesty, my Aunt couldn't really cook that well... She turned around, her face lighting up with a smile as she brushed a stray hair out of her face causing a subtle dusting of flour to cover her cheek.

"There's the birthday girl! I made pancakes for you today, your favourite!" She chirped, as she flicked her wand and the table started to lay its self.

I pulled out a chair opposite my Aunt and began to dig into the pancakes, of which I had drenched in maple syrup.

I looked up at my Aunt who was smiling at me, "This is really great, thank you," I said, giving her a smile while I ate some more.

"My pleasure dear... The more you grow up the more I see your mother in you." She had a look in her eyes which was a mixture of happiness and sadness, my heart ached for her, unlike her I was only granted a small amount of time with them, so I guess in a way the pain faded for me as I grew up. But I couldn't help but notice how it lingered for my Aunt, having me as a constant reminder of the friends she lost so suddenly and horrifically.

"Aunt if you don't mind me asking, what house were my parents in when they were at Hogwarts?" I bit my lip nervously, I usually never asked questions about my parents because I knew it would either lead to a dead end or with someone getting upset.

She took a minute to think before replying,
"Well your mother was in Ravenclaw and I think your father was in Gryffindor, I always thought these houses suited your parent's personalities perfectly. You're mother always being logical whereas your father would not give anything a second thought, they were quite the duo." She chuckled to herself, reminiscing on the memories which were no doubt flooding into her mind.

I sat there quiet for a moment not quite sure how to feel or react, part of me was filled with warmth and happiness but the other part of me was filled with sadness at the thought that I never really knew them. It was like I had a constant gaping hole inside of me that just longed to be filled in some way. My aunt cleared her throat awkwardly gaining my attention.

"Roseabell... Something came for you in the mail today and I think you might want to open it." My Aunt rummaged in her pockets before pulling out a letter with a red blob of wax which sealed it shut. I looked at my Aunt confused for a moment before opening the letter and reading what was sealed inside. My heart stopped and I took in a gasp of air.

I looked up at her in disbelief, to which she only replied with a beaming smile across her face. On September first, I would finally be allowed to attend Hogwarts!