Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Twenty-One ☚

• December, 1925 •

Dear Genevieve, my little princess,
If you're reading this letter, I'm not there by your side to explain these confusing things. I want you to know that these strange happenings are not bad: embrace them. They're are a gift (and a beautiful one at that). I know you may be trying to figure everything out on your own and Victor might not understand as well as someone like us. But he's the best person you could have in this instance... Along with my family.

Genevieve, you're a witch.

For years, I had been convincing your Aunt Vivienne to let you return to England if these powers were to appear. And once you turned eleven, I feared she would question you to be simply human and not allow you to learn in England with people like me and my family.

I know this may be confusing. But bare with your Father... He has a ticket for you to go stay with your Aunt for a while. There, you'll explore this beautiful world, this place I adored growing up. I hope you'll be lenient on your Father; I told him not to give you this until something obscure occurred.

Sadly, I cannot tell you about all of the Wizarding World in this letter. But I can say I love you, I love you, I love you.

Good luck,
Love your Mother

After reading the letter, Genevieve forced her Father to leave. She didn't want to face him, she didn't want to know that her life was a lie, that what she was running to was an adventure that she was already supposed to be living. She wondered then -in the confines of her bedroom- what would've happened if her Mother never perished in that fire, if she grew up normally as a witch just like Hannah Burnett had.

While Victor kept to himself, Genevieve stared at her hands in pure amazement. Yes, she resented what could've been. But in this life, she still had a power, she still had a journey to trek.

With that revelation, Genevieve quickly dressed and checked the time to see it was 11:25 am. In an hours time, a boat was leaving for England... And Genevieve was going to be on it.

In a jiffy, Genevieve pulled on her cloche and coat before gripping the handle of her suitcase and the postcard stuffed under pillow.

As the young Burnett Witch clutched it to her chest, she descended the stairs to eventually see her Father standing at the feet of the staircase. He knew what she was going to do, he knew this would ruin his plans for status and increased reputation.

"I need to know who I am" Genevieve whispered, her voice soft enough to melt the man as his daughter came face to face, eye to eye with him on the steps.

"I know",

"And I can't do that with that arrangement",

"I understand"...

"So you also understand I will be gone for a long time?" Genevieve questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I do, and I don't give you permission... You don't need that anymore" he chuckled before his daughter pushed past him, her mind void of his wellbeing.

Genevieve didn't look back when she was halfway down the street. Her mind was controlling each step away from her old life.

Ten steps: her heart began to hurt.

Twenty steps: she wondered who would be there when Penny wasn't.

Thirty steps...

Genevieve bolted back home just one more time. She basked in the cold, winter air surrounding New York before she was back in the house, clutching at her Father's torso in a rib-crushing, suffocating hug.

"Thank you" Genevieve whimpered while she nuzzled her Father's chest. It was still warm and comforting.

"Anything for you Princess".

And with that, Genevieve reached the dock at 12:14 pm and entered the boat with a blazing smile, teeth and all.

She didn't forget Credence, not at all, her mind was plagued with his memory as the room swayed sickly. He was a happy memory. Outstanding, like raw sunlight against her dreams coming true. Her reality would've been perfect with him curled up beside her. But Genevieve realised you can't have what you want sometimes. That's simply the way the world works. It's unfair and mean. Yet that just makes the happy moments feel greater.

"I believe in magic, Credence".