A story in which Isabella Jenkins shows great potential from a young age. When Isabella's powers first appeared they were aggressive and violent. Her mother was a muggle and was scared and unsure of what to do with Isabella's unpredictable outbursts...
"They laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at them because they're all the same,"
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A/n: This book is still set in the normal time of the books (1991) but I'm going to make it so the fashion is from today's time to make it easier to piece together outfits as I was born in the early 2000s. -> Enjoy ;)
There was something about the period of time after a great sadness. It was like a calm after the storm. I felt as though every bit of emotion I had been bottling up had been sucked out of my body. No anger. No sadness. Just acceptance. My mother had lied, yes. And it hurt me. A lot. But I wasn't going to waste another minute caring about her effect on my life. This was my new beginning, this could be an opportunity that could change my life forever.
I stared unblinking at the strip of sunlight that poured in through my broken window. The dust particles in the air were now visible as the sunlight exposed them. If it wasn't for the multitude of broken glass on my floor I would have assumed I had dreamed up all the events of yesterday. Had I really received a letter? Was I really invited to a school full of people like me? The Professor hadn't even asked if I wanted to go to this school, and yet she was due to pick me up and take me shopping for school in a matter of hours. It didn't bother me that she hadn't asked for my decision, I had no doubt in my mind about my answer. However, I did have questions, lots of questions.
Where was this school? Would I still live here in the evenings? Just come home for the weekends? Or was the school a boarding school?
I hoped it was the latter, eleven years cooped up in this house with only my mother for company - it would be nice to leave both my mother and this house, even if it was only for a short amount of time.
But this panicked me. I had never even left this place before. What if I didn't fit in? What if everyone thought I was weird?
Whatever. I don't need friends. I had survived this long without them.
I huffed at my thoughts.
Who was I kidding? I would love to make friends, meet new people, be a part of a community.
I had woken up with the sun. In the whirlwind of last night, I had left my curtains open and now the morning sun blazed through my window. But even though it was the early hours of the morning, I did not attempt to fall back into rest.
I should probably start getting ready.
I had been lying here for over an hour. Just thinking. Collecting my thoughts and planning my actions. I wasn't sure when I had fallen asleep last night, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't much long after my head had hit the pillow. I had been exhausted.
