Gifted [Harry Potter]

The Questioning

Chapter 2

       SOMETIMES, DESPITE HER ATTEMPTS TO FORGET, Matilda would remember what Ms. Honey had told her, that one day, her life would change. Her family sat on the couch, just like every other day, watching the television as Matilda attempted to get their attention.

      Of course, it worked, but then again, if the words 'mom, dad, I'm a witch' left her daughter's lips, Matilda would put down her book and listen too. However, now that she had their attention, she was unsure of what to do next.

      "What?" Harry Wormwood never believed his daughter, even when she warned him that their house was being watched by the FBI back when he ran his business in America. This left them with little choice but to have to escape to Guam and then Britain when things cooled down. 

      "Matilda," Zinnia Wormwood was just as displeased with her daughter's interruption of 'Whose Line Is It Anyway.' "Beat it."

      "There's a school I was accepted to and-" Matilda still attempted to get her voice heard by the family that was determine to silence her.

      "School?" Harry was unamused. "I already sent you to school. Now your job is to sign for packages, you little piss worm."

      "I want to go. I'm not getting enough education this way." Matilda was relentless, even though a drop of fear trickled down her spine when her father stood up.

      She quickly handed him the letter. "What's this?" Harry grumbled, reading it over with a frown as he glanced back up at her. "More nonsense. I've had enough of it."

      They weren't listening.

      "What did I tell you about interrupting my programs," Harry Wormwood said, sporting a wicked frown that caused a trickle of apprehension to course down Matilda's spine. She tried to be strong, remembering to straighten her back and look on ahead towards her father who was surprisingly tall, despite how she'd grown. Perhaps a daughter could never really grow to stand equally to a father.

      "But dad," Matilda began, trying to display some semblance of confidence, despite the fact that he did cause a wave of uncertainty to wash over her in his cold brush off. Matilda, however, not one to be dissuaded, took a deep breath and preserved.

      The noise around her was distracting and she was having trouble with every breath. Her father was talking, her mother was yelling, all spitting out the same message. She felt helpless, alone, and attacked. There was just so much noise and Matilda could hardly breathe. 

     "Hey buttmunch, move aside," her brother, Michael, was never very kind, and made it obvious when he tossed a carrot at her face. He must have forgotten the last time he tried to do such a thing.

      Matilda had always been extremely careful with her powers around her parents, and this was because she saw no benefit in showing them what she could do. If anything, it could make it all worse. However, now that she did see a benefit, she savored it. She couldn't control it, and perhaps that was why she loved magic so much because it could do what she could not.