"how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked
milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered
cause people have not been kind to me"
-rupi kaur
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September 1st, 1975
"Edith Marie! What are you still doing in bed? You were supposed to be up thirty minutes ago!"
Bang!
"Owww!"
Today was the day. Today was the day that hundreds of anxious tweens and teenagers alike would be gathering their brand new spell books, partially finished summer work, and screeching pets to run through the column between platforms 9 and 10 at King's Cross Station. Today was the day they'd reunite with their friends they hadn't seen in months or, for some, make new ones. Today was the day every witch and wizard in the United Kingdom would be returning to Hogwarts and, no matter how much some may deny it, they were all more than ready. Well, all except for one young witch.
Edie groaned against the cold hardwood floor she had the misfortune of landing on top of. A string of disgruntled words emitted from her mouth as she pulled the covers that had fallen with her tighter, not wanting to leave the warmth of cotton and silk. It wasn't until her eyes began to fall shut again that her mother's shrill words registered in her mind.
The tired blonde girl's eyes flew open in an instant, a look of panic settling in them as she threw off her duvet. Edie ignored the cold sensation prickling at her skin as she frantically grabbed for the watch she had left on her desk. 10:16.
10:16.
The disoriented girl sprinted out of her room towards the bathroom she, unfortunately, shared with her older brother. Edie yanked at the doorknob as she still needed to finish packing, get dressed, and be out of the house in 29 minutes. The panic inside her flared upon the realization that the door was locked.
"Evan, get out! I need to shower," she shrieked whilst banging on the wooden door.
"Wait your turn! I'm doing my hair," a muffled voice shouted back. She could hear the smugness in his voice.
This only angered her more, "I swear to Merlin Evan, if you don't come out right now I'll-"
Edie was denied the satisfaction of finishing her threat as the lanky boy pushed the door open with his signature smirk, though this one more smug than usual. "Honestly, Edie, you need to learn to control your anger. It can prove to be quite destructive if you're not careful," he tsked.
The sister rolled her eyes, not bothering to stick around and question the nonsense he had just spewed out. She shoved past him into the spacious bathroom, making sure to bump into his shoulder in the process. The young girl immediately regretted it, however, as the feeling of nausea seized her.
"Holy balls, Evan! It smells like hippogriff shit in here! You couldn't have at least covered up the smell?" the already angered girl screamed in a shrill voice, covering her nose at the vile aroma.
All she got was a cackle in response, "Like I said, Edith, patience is a virtue!"
The blonde, who was already done with her brother's childish antics, lit several candles in the cupboard of the sink at lightning speed in a desperate attempt to cover up the smell as she had no time to ask her parents to get rid of it with magic.
