The Lost Heir of Ilvermony

The Arrivels

Snow I’d come to hate snow with a passion, it was easy to live on the street in summer but now it was hell. A cold hell, I remind myself why I’m here. Dad’s face on the newspaper first he  freely amitted that he tried to kill me. Neighbors said they never knew about what he did to me. I was missing for the rest of the summer but by the time the leaves changed I was dead. Dad had sentenced to life in prison he took a plea deal and freely admits to killing me. He thought he’d killed everyone else did so now I’m a ghost. 

Being a ghost is good people didn’t see me before the definitely don’t now. I huddle over my fire, I made a place here in a burned out lot where a bank once stood. The vault was still here hinges worn off leaving just a metal room for me to sleep in. I’d learned the last six months how to dumpster dive was key. I found old canvas thrown out on the docks and fishing nets. Hotels are the best they throw out blankets to stained to be used again. With that I was able to make myself a hammock bed. 

Rocking back and though I try to concentrate on the fire it was small, stealing was another thing I learned. There was another bum Willie who showed me how to pickpockets or steal from the local stores. I was hesitant at first but now I barely feel bad about it, the birthday candle is sitting on upright if do this right it should circle around lighting newspaper and discarded wood scraps. The canvus hides me here while do magic, I accepted that I can in fact do magic but if there are others like me they haven’t found me. It was a foolish hope that they would come to take me to a better place. In my mind there are magical people who live deep in the forest far away from here. That’s why I stayed thinking wishing they would find me. That didn’t happen, I was cold and alone again Willie was somewhere south picking off tourist in shorts.

With the fire burning I take out the cards I was getting good at this trick, pick a card the Queen of hearts, shuffle the deck. Keeping my mind on the card where it should be I spread out the cards again no Queen, Feeling into my pocket I smile she’s there. I had other ticks sleight of hand that Willie taught me used for coins of rings unlike him I can make then disappear at will. In springtime when tourists come back I want demo this it's a legal way to make money.

“Snice trick.” I look up its not a cop another bum like me. He’s older skin tan with wrinkles on his face and brown bag in his left hand. A drunk great.

Taking out my knife I say. “This is my place you go.”

“Aww,” He slurs. “That’s nod snot nice.”

“Get out.” I say with more force then I need to. He is bigger than me but being drunk means a slow reaction time. 

“Yow needs ta be more nicer.”

“Leave.” I say again this time the fire jumps out at him like a whip.

He stagers back yelling freak bringing down my curtain with him as the cold November wind blows my fire out. Taking the duct tape I fix the canvas turning back to my fire. I should have gone with Willie south seem like a better place. It was stupid to think that anyone would want me magic or not.

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Waking up from my dream I was quiet while the others are very talkative, today is the first day of October. The schools will be today the announcement on the common room board said they would be here are Noon and that classes after this would be cancelled. We’re all on the lawn waiting for the Castelobruxo and Mahoutokoro schools.