An Imperfect Sequence of Events Relating to Teen Angst Bullshit | Sirius Black

「Chapter Four」

Chapter Four

It was four in the morning when Dawn stumbled into her small home with Elsie on her tail. They were giggling like crazy, trying to be quiet and shushing each other. Their tattooed arms were slightly on show under their clothes and Dawn had still had the protective wrap on it, something she had promised herself to take seriously but the tattoo artist was unconvinced that she would.

Regardless, she kept the wrap tightly over it. Elsie had thrown it away as soon as she left the shop and Dawn thought that was an incredibly irresponsible thing to do. Dawn, however, couldn't really scold Elsie on being reckless ...the girl had just drunkenly gotten a tattoo.

Dawn grabbed Elsie when the girl almost knocked over her mother's expensive vase that Dawn's grandmother had handed down to her. A family heirloom. Dawn wasn't drunk enough to not care, if her mother had found out Elsie had broken it, she would have been kicked out the house so quickly Dawn wouldn't have been able to say goodbye.

That, and Dawn was sure she'd be dead for merely associating with her. Plus, Dawn still wasn't too keen on the idea that her parents knew what she was doing.

"Dawn."

Well, shit. All previous thoughts had gone out of the window when Dawn caught sight of her mother. She had a book in her hand, her reading glasses falling over her eyes, "it's four in the morning, Dawn."

She was eerily calm. Her mother was an incredible person, wholly understanding, and she knew that her mother trusted her. It wasn't that, it was the sheer disappointment in her eyes that hurt Dawn inside. She had been avoiding her parents, to say the least, they had Dawn when they were incredibly young. Teenagers in love and had run away from home. They start their own little family, and thus Dawn was created out of love.

It wasn't a mistaken teenage pregnancy, but sheer love that kept them together. Her mother was eighteen, she wasn't old. She was now mid-thirties and looked ten years younger. She was still young. Both Dawn's parents always knew that they would never be able to stop their daughter from living her life – but they never expected their daughter to go through something as traumatising as what she did.

The wizarding world had it's perks. Dawn's mother recalled the time Dawn excitedly bounded down the stairs, a large thick book in her hand and beaming. Her smile had stretched over her entire face. She was reading a book on magic, a book on American history regarding the wizarding world and more specifically Newt Scamander's adventures in America as per the works of a journalist in the era.

They recalled the president of the magical congress, a woman in power in 1928. It was a world in which Dawn could be anything she wanted to be without any restrictions.

Dawn had failed to tell her mother that muggle-borns were frowned upon, she didn't need to know that.

"Hi, mum," Dawn whispered. She lifted a hand, waving slightly. She was practically glued to her spot, Elsie hiding behind her and trying to steady herself, "why you awake?"

"Don't know, actually," her mother scoffed, "maybe the fact I was unsure where my daughter was or who she was with? Or maybe it's the fact that Betty Simon's boy saw a girl and her friend that looked just like you walking into a nightclub in the town!"

"Well, what was Betty Simon's son doing in town? He's younger than me!" Dawn exclaimed, feeling slightly defensive at her mother's tone.

"I don't give a shit about Betty Simon's son, Dawn. I give a shit about you though, and I have to give a shit about you too Elsie. I don't want any of you girls to get hurt, do I? do you have any idea how dangerous it is in town?!"

"We were fine, mum!" Dawn huffed, trying to sober herself up, "we were just having fun. I'm an adult now!"

"No, Dawn. It doesn't work like that. Adult or not I'm still your god damn mother, and you're still living under my roof," she wagged a disappointed finger, "you tell your mother where you're going, or you don't go. That's the rules!"

"Fine!" Dawn grumbled, "whatever. We are going to bed."

"You know, Dawn," Her mother sighed. She looked her daughter up and down slowly. She never had any issues with her, she was a good girl with a heart of gold, but she couldn't see that anymore.

She didn't see anyone rebellious, well, except for Elsie. She saw a girl who was broken, hurt and begging to forget the pain she had been through. She saw a girl who wished for her life to turn back, to find Jasper again and to hug him and live happily travelling.

She knew all about her daughters plans to travel with Jasper, and as much as she was wary of her daughter doing such things, she knew she was responsible enough to take care of herself. She knew that Jasper was capable enough to take care of himself, too, and that both of them would help each other when they needed to.

She didn't know anything about Elsie except she barrelled into Dawn's life and turned it upside down. She introduced the girl to a life she didn't want, but an inviting life that would make her forget all of the things about herself that she didn't want.

Like her kindness. Like respect.

Allie, Dawn's mother, she stood. She closed the book in her hand, and she set it down on the coffee table. Dawn was still there, still staring. Allie could see the pain in the girl's eyes, "Jasper wouldn't want this for you. You know that."

Her demeanour changed like a flash. She straightened her shoulders, eyes glassy and face completely emotionless.

"Yeah," Dawn nodded, quickly wiping the single tear that ran down her cheek, "well Jasper is dead, and he isn't coming back, mum. So, I don't care if Jasper would want for me or not, because when is he ever gonna disapprove?"