Magic is not everything

CHAPTER 2

Kasandra recounts

After changing into gray trousers and a blouse in the same color that I adore, I decide to put some order in the room because I left a real disaster when I went to school today. My room is  the cool room in the world, everything is white from the walls to the furniture and curtains, and here and there fluffy pillows and fur blankets, plus lights hanging from the walls. After I finish I go to the kitchen, where I see my mother hugging on grandmother and grandfather, it seems sad I wonder what upset her.
"Hi!" I say interrupting them.
They detach immediately as they hear me and for a moment I see my mother wiping her tears from her eyes and I become worried.
"Hi honey!" My grandmother answered with a smile. "How was school? "
I roll my eyes.
"Don't remind me."
Grandma looked at her mother for an answer, but she just smiled.
"Can I get a hug too?"
"Sure" My mother says.
Then my mother came to hug me followed by my grandmother and grandfather, and I feel like I'm almost suffocating but I like it.
"I love hugs."
"Wait and see when we all get together." Grandpa said.
"I can not wait."
We had parted from the hug and I see Grandma looking at the kitchen clock.
"Richard, shouldn't we be somewhere by this time?"
Grandpa looked at his watch.
"Yes, at university."
"Is it important?" I'm asking.
"We just need to establish the last details for a future project." Grandpa replied.
"We should go if we want time for everything. " Grandma said, taking her coat and bag from the hanger at the entrance after saying goodbye to us. Grandpa was ready to follow her, but first he kissed my mother on the forehead and told her.
"Bye, my little girl! " Then he turned to me and ruffled my hair. "Bye, sunshine!"
And they went out off scared on door. It's not fair and I wanted someone to call me as grandfather call mom, but I give up on that thought when I look at my mother so I decide to change the subject.
"Looks like I figured out where I got this habit of being late."
My mother looked at me implicitly as if she said Do you know what I said earlier?
"I think it would be good for me to learn from their mistakes." I say automatically.
"That's what I thought".
I sat on the kitchen counter, and my mother prepared to mix the ingredients until I took a handful of flour and threw it in her head. I started laughing and she was shocked by my reaction and turned to face me.
"What is that supposed to mean?!"
"War. You just didn't think you'd get away so easily, did you?" I say with a laugh.
My mother takes advantage of my moment of inattention.
"That sounds challenging. I accept!"
And in the second two I woke up with an egg directly in my head God, my hair!
My mother laughed, and that had given me a small advantage in pouring all the flour into her head. Now it was my turn to laugh, it looked like a snowman was so funny.
"Kasandra!?"
"You asked for it."
Then my mother threw the rest of the eggs at me, and I ran around the house so she wouldn't catch me, and we finally both landed on the living room couch laughing. After we stop laughing we get up and see the disaster we have caused.
"Now you know we don't have ingredients for pancakes, do you?" She asked me.
I look at her implicitly and after my pleading look she realizes what I wanted to do.
"No way." She says sharply.
Okay, it looks like I'm going to have to play hard so I shrug and adopt uncle Michael's all-knowing attitude that he had most of the time in an argument with aunt Emma.
"You know as well as I do that we won't be able to do everything until our guests come," I say with one hand around the room, which was full of eggshells and yolk on the walls, and traces of flour in the shapes of footsteps on the floor. "And not to mention the preparation of the dessert, so what else do you propose?"
My mother looks around the living room and I know that at that moment she realized that I was right, she turns to me and exhales in exasperation.
"Fine, I agree." I start to smile, and my mother looks at me seriously. "Only this time, and don't forget that we do it just because it's necessary, not to encourage you to use your magic like that."
I nod. Then I concentrate and feel the magic inside me sparkle like a light bulb and I feel it flooding me to my fingertips like roots of a tree growing in the ground. I snap my fingers and the traces of dirt disappear in the blink of an eye, I snap twice more and the egg in my hair disappears, my mother is no longer full of flour and on the kitchen table appears a big portion of pancakes with berries.
I look into my mother's eyes and smile contentedly.
"Thank you." She says short.
I throw myself on the couch nonchalantly and my mother puts her hand on the phone and retreats to her office to schedule I do not know what meeting, and I am still sitting on the couch but with my feet where my head should be, and my hair hangs on foot. My flames burn on my fingertips and make them appear or disappear I look at them fascinated until my attention is interrupted by a beep of the phone I reach for the table and take it. On the screen I see a message from Zoey telling me that Sarah Jones is having a great birthday party this weekend and that we should go.
"What are you doing?" My mother's voice interrupted me.
I get up to sit on the back of the couch.
"I'm talking to Zoey."
"About?"
My mother is sitting next to me on the couch.
"Sarah Jones is having a great party and Zoey thinks we should go."
"Sounds fun."
When I hear it, I know it's time to ask.
"I think so, too. So you're leaving me?" I say the last sentence in a cutesy tone.
My mother wasn't the kind to ban fun, and she trusted me a lot when it came to going out in the evening, but you had to prove you deserved it.
"How did you get to school these days?"
I think for a moment.
"Honestly, pretty great." I say shrugging, except that  I have a C at Demon class.
"Why? "
"Because I read her a paragraph in French and she said it was tragique and that she had never heard anything so revolting in her life, I thought that she has little left and will faint.
"Seriously?" My mother asks smiling.
"It took me half an hour to say it all right. You don't even know how badly my tongue got tangled."
We laughed. Then I ask her.
"What should I do to leave me?"
"Can the French note still be repaired?"
"I think ... if I come up with a few more solved homeworks and answer classes, you should take that into account."
"Sounds good, plus you could wash the dishes this week." She says, emphasizing the word you.
"Mother?!"
"Do you prefer to vacuum the house all week?"
If I had better think ...
"No, washing dishes sounds more reasonable."
"Just be careful not to leave too many homeworks for the weekend so you don't have a hard time picking them all up." She says ruffling my hair.
"OK, Mom."
"This is my girl! And say hello to Zoey." Then she goes to her room.
     So?  Zoey asked.
     She agreed, but with a few conditions.
Zoey send me laughing emoticons.
Which?
Repair the French note and wash the dishes for a week.
Come on, I'm going to help you with French, plus it's not so bad, for me my mother made me fix her potions, you know that last time I put too much frog saliva and the house was almost to blow up?
Now it was my turn to send laughing emotions.
Thanks, you're the best.
And I had sent many hearts. Suddenly my situation didn't seem so awful to me.