The Döppelganger Witch

☠️ Twenty ☠️

Dear Ella
I know I've written more than a hundred times ,but please can you write back ?.

Harry will be coming here for the rest of the Summer and Hermione is already here .

We miss you . Can't you just ask those two Uncles of yours to let you come here ?.

Why don't you write back?. It's getting annoying .

Come on write back !

Ron

P.S I hope you like the early birthday presents.

Ella smiles at Ron's way of writing . He was just as funny like when  he was when talking .

The letter just didn't cut it ,though . She'd been in her room since the day she arrived at Winslow Manor .

She hadn't set a foot outside except for meals. 

Damon had tried getting her interested in life outside of her room ,but failed . Stefan had also given up .

She was still fifteen ,but soon she'd be a year away from coming off age , in the Wizarding World  atleast,and then she'd be legable to marry into any Pure Blood family . Not that she wanted marriage right now ,but still.

Her eyes falls on the box of journals that held both her parents' journals .

She hadn't read them yet . Not even the ones that she got with the Moonstone pendant.

She wanted to ,but everytime she picked up a journal she felt like intruding on her parents' privacy which was totally rediculous.

If only she had the courage to read them ,then maybe she would learn more about the people who had been  her parents .

She looks away from the journals to  Hermione's letter that was less demanding and more pleading .

She wanted her ,Ella, to come to The Burrow and visit with the Weasleys .

She didn't want to . Not when a certain black haired boy was going to be there .

" Still moping around up here I see ", Damon's voice startles her out of her thoughts .

He was standing by her open door holding a bottle of Bourbon in his hand .

" And you're still on a Bourbon binge I see ", she scoffs getting up from her bed where she'd been laying on her stomach reading her friends' letters .

" At least I'm out in the house and your in your self proclaimed prison , come on , Ellagirl , come outside , smell the fresh air for once . Soon you'll be going back to that hole that they call  a school and you wouldn't have had any fun ."

" Uncle Damon, if I had wanted your opinion I would've flushed the darn toilet ".

Damon smirks at that before taking a swig from the bottle .

" You're getting too big for your shoes , Ellagirl , haven't that brother of mine taught you  respect for your Elders ,huh?".

" Not when they're clearly drunk and talking nonsense ", she throws back .

Damon fake sniffs before turning away from her door to walk down the hallway to his own room . He was getting annoyed at her and didn't want to hurt her, so, it was better to leave than to lose his patience with her .

Ella shakes her head as she watches him leave . He was beginning to work on her nerves .
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" No way , I'm not going there ,Uncle Stefan ", Ella says  waving her arms in front of her in denial .