The Renegade Witch

Evelyn Mayfair

EVELYNS POV

I love being apart of this world I thought to myself. Everything is so magical ironically.  I mean I've always felt different to the girls in the muggle world, I wasn't interested in boys or the newest fashion trends. I thought to myself I'm eleven, I don't need to be like those girls. The muggle world is 'Dog eat Dog' and any girl would happily backstab you to get a boy. My logic wasn't as similar to this, my ideologies were kind and compassionate and according to my head teacher at Surrey Girls Grammar School, I have a 'old soul and a heart of gold, she is unique and needs extra guidance in today's society' in other words she thinks I'm mentally challenged and should get some therapy for my behaviour.

My parents aren't from Surrey, I'm a descendent from a Russian family. Mum doesn't really like to talk about it, she was next in line and has to make hard choices that didn't really agree with her morals. So she left and had me a month after leaving  Russia. she met Dad and he loosened her up and tied all her ends together, she would of never been aloud to meet him otherwise and they decided that I was joy and chose the name Evelyn as mum believes that it means power.

Dad was a British electrician and struggled to make ends meet half the time And would often resort to having to eat cans of baked beans from cheap newsagents to survive. Dad had a rocky childhood and even though he seemingly hard everything  he didn't at the same time. Dad had a sister called Mary and she was the pride and joy of the family anything she did wrong Dad was blamed for it. He is a Mayfair and they are proud of everything they do and they saw Dad as a disappointment.

Once I got my Hogwarts letter I collapsed to the floor. The green ink with the capital letters spelling out EVELYN MAYFAIR really made me feel not alone. I felt so happy that I wasn't insane and that I do fit somewhere, I'm not that strange girl in the corner moving plant pots with her eyes. I'm something much more than whatever those muggles think of me. Muggles are quick to label you 'weird' or 'strange' when they don't understand something about you, their low IQ's make it hard for them to process extraneous detail and they will scrutinise every thing about you. Whatever! If they can see me now.

'Belinda, what is potions and is it hard? It's just so terrifying, I'm scared I will do something wrong' I said shyly, my fingertips were sweating from the nervousness and I was scared of the judgement of all the wizards and witches.

'Oh muggle families' I heard her mutter under her breath

"Evy, can you pass me that big brown book on my bed side table, I've forgot my toothpaste. Mum usually gets muggle toothpaste I prefer it, it's so minty and fresh"   Drena shouted echoing throughout the room and out of the corner of my eye I just saw Belinda rubbing her eyes due to the puffiness from crying last night.

I grabbed the book and gave with to Drena, her face was as red as pure oxidised blood. She looked so flustered. She was panicking about making it in time for class and breakfast that she went into a panic state. I placed my hand on her shoulder and reassured her that everything will be fine, I repeated those words until it stuck, she managed to lower her breathing and let out a see Breath.

'Drena just come on, you can always make some toothpaste if we have time, but we aren't late. Look I'm sure that you could borrow mine if you're that bothered about your teeth. Do you want to?' I said as I reached into my basket in the bathroom  and grabbed my small silver tube of muggle toothpaste and handed it to her.

She smiled and looked somehow inspired by my amazing words about toothpaste. 'Evy, I'll be a minute and then we can go. You and Belinda have cleaned ur teeth so I'll be quick, i promise" she rushed as she put a slither of toothpaste onto her brush and as it came out it splattered on her robe.

Breakfast was at 7:30 am and class started at 8 am, so we had plenty of time to eat. I'm quite full honestly, those waffles just expand within your stomach and you can barely eat anything else not matter how yummy it looks.
Belinda was silent most of breakfast and she hardly ate anything, she only ate about two teaspoons of egg and a quarter of a waffle. She just stared at her plate half of the time and she avoided eye contact with us. Every now and then you would hear her take deep breaths and avoid trying to cry. It was rather awkward if I do say so myself, so I decided to stare at other people instead. There was a girl in Ravenclaw who was eating and reading at the same exact time, now that's what I call talent. There was a guy in Hufflepuff who fell asleep in his high piled plate of Eggs and Waffles, his hair was all matted and his robes had bits of Bertie Botts that had be melted.

Wow wizards and witches are interesting I thought to myself. Drena and Belinda and I had locked eyes and realised that we couldn't eat anymore, we just get each other's needs it's like a sixth sense. So we all grabbed our backpacks in sync and headed to try and attempt to find the potions classroom, we ended up wandering around the classrooms in one big circle then never ended, we finished breakfast to early by early I mean twenty minutes early so it was okay. We were just waltzing down the long sloping corridors and trailing behind us was our robes, the crimson Red really juxtaposed nicely with the Midnight black.

We entered the potions class and my heart literally jumped right out of my chest, I don't know much about potions I didn't prioritise it over the other subjects when reading up about the Wizarding world and the Hogwarts classes. All that was racing through my mind was how stupid I was not to do much research on this class, oh well i mean I'll just go in blind, how bad can it be?.

END OF EVELYNS POV