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Raven Howendale; a name that will go down in wizarding history.
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Mother's Day
"Everyone's always mad at me all the time anyway." - Jesus Foster
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26 March 1995
If they were one day of the year Raven hated more than any others, it was mother's day. For, whilst all the others her age would be flaunting photos of their beloved mother, sending letters and gifts to her to celebrate such a special day, she wouldn't have anyone to give her love too. Her mother was dead.
Father's day was different, although he wasn't her biological father - her uncle instead - Raven would always, since she could remember, treat him like he was her father. She had never had a mother figure in her eyes, leaving her alone to go through her life.
It didn't take her more than an hour on the chilly Sunday morning to find how she wasn't alone in not having a mother, for Malia herself didn't have one. However, Minerva McGonagall had taken that role in her life, rather like Ron Weasley's mother had taken Harry Potter under her wing. So still, Raven felt alone.
"My mam's on her sixth husband," Blaise Zabini said, causing a small smile to stretch across her rosy pink lips, "Although, that was at Christmas - who knows how many more she's had since then."
"What about your biological father?" Raven asked, warming her pale fingers on the heat radiating from her steaming mug.
Blaise shrugged nonchalantly, "I dunno - dead I suppose."
Raven furrowed her dark eyebrows, sitting up in her seat, "You don't know?" She asked, "How can you not know?"
Stirring his gold-encrusted spoon through his soup, Blaise snorted, "I asked mother when I was, ten - maybe? I dunno, anyway, she said she couldn't remember which one it was," Raven felt her eyes open in disbelief, "She thinks he's the one that dropped dead, though."
"Do people just drop dead anymore, though?" Daphne Greengrass said, from her seat across the table, "I thought with like new spells and potions, that didn't happen anymore."
Pansy, who sat beside Daphne giggled, "Blaise.... you don't think - you don't think your mother has been killing them do you?" Raven and Daphne snorted simultaneously, "I mean.... when was the last time you checked your cellar.... for like, dead bodies?"
Blaise rolled his eyes, pushing his half-full bowl of soup away from him, "I doubt it - I've been to too many funerals - open caskets and all."
Raven muttered a "Charming." under her breath.
Blaise snorted, turning to face her, "I think my mam would like you, y'know," He said rolling his eyes as Pansy and Daphne began making theories about what happened to Mrs Zabini's five other husbands, "You should come over to the manor sometime, meet her." He suggested.
