Control

Loneliness

After a while, the excitement of the day wore off a bit, and I became bored. I loved to read, so I went up to my room and pulled out a book. After reading for five minutes, though, I realised I just couldn't concentrate on it. I thought about my powers. I had only been able to control them when I was a lot younger. Now, they were uncontrollable. But if I summoned just a little bit, to start with - just a snowflake, like when I was a little girl. I shut my eyes and concentrated. Inside my heart, I could feel a rush as I pictured a snowflake. The magic inside of me wanted to make a million snowflakes, and almost did, but I stopped it. I let out a tiny, tiny bit of magic. I felt that rush again, and all of my magic tried to rush out in one. 

"Just one. A small snowflake. Just a small one," I murmured out loud. I felt as though I was riding a horse. It wanted to gallop, but I wanted it to go at a walk. I pictured my magic forming a horse in my head, and I sat on it's back. The magic horse was trying to race forward, but Little Me held the reins tight. I pulled back until my magic horse was walking. And when I opened my eyes, a snowflake floated down from my roof.

"If that's what it's gonna take to control my magic at first, then I'm in," I said to myself. I knew that this was how to do it to start, it had to be. As I was taught more, I would be taught different strategies and I would be able to do it quicker. Suddenly a column of fire shot up from my palm, immediately burning the snowflake and singeing my eyebrows ever so slightly. I shook my hand desperately. The flames didn't hurt; it was more of a tickling sensation. But I was worried that I'd burn the house down. I knew that even if the house burnt down I'd still be standing in the middle of it, perfectly fine. I had accidentally caused a fire when I was five. I was in the back yard, and I set the whole thing on fire - not purposely. My parents came running out, and they saw me standing in the middle of it. Come to think of it, I remember my mother saying some weird word. Then the fire had died down a bit until they could get through to me. My skin was warm, but there was no other damage. After a while the fire had completely burnt out. But the reason I didn't really want to burn the house down was because I'd have nowhere to go otherwise. Everyone in my family hated me except for my grandmother, and she lived in America. Soon I had managed to put the fire out with no damage to my room, except for perhaps a scorch mark or two on my quilt. I curled up in a ball and stared out the window. I checked the time and saw it was 6:00 pm already. I walked downstairs and cooked some spaghetti bolognese. I ate it in the front room, staring at the door as I waited for this Hagrid person to come. After finishing my bowl there was still no one at the door. I went upstairs and sat on my bed. I watched out the window to wait for whoever this Hagrid person was who was meant to get me. An hour passed, then two, then three. It got to 10 pm, and I gave up hope. I got into my pyjamas and flopped onto my bed. Staring at the ceiling, a realisation hit me. I was completely and utterly alone.