"You're kidding." Khaos Stryker stared in disbelief and her parents, who both wore strained smiles. "Khaos," Her father began, opening his mouth.  "NO! I refuse to live with those.. those.." She trailed off, unable to think of a word harsh enough. "Muggles?" Her father supplied. She threw a glare in their direction, the same glare her best friend dubbed "The Death Glare".  "I will not,"  Khaos said through gritted teeth. "Stay in the muggle world until the war blows over." She spat out the last two words. Her mother looked, well, disappointed. Like always. Khaos was the wild child, the rebel. Nothing like her older sister Katherina, who worked in the Ministry. "Your are going." Mummy dearest said, with a stern look. Khaos was scared. Scared of not using magic. Scared of Voldermort. She had grew up with magic, both her parents were magic, and very rich. They were an upperclass family. The mere thought of not using magic for a few months made Khaos feel sick. Not to mention she was staying with her cousin, Harriet, who was a squib, but the same age as Khaos. Khaos's dad had a sister, who married a muggle, and had that cheerful bundle of joy.  Harriet always saw the good side of things. While Khaos was darkness and the colour black, Harriet was rainbows and pink. Khaos groaned and tugged on her raven hair. "When am I leaving?" She asked, exhausted. Her parents looked at each other, having a silent conversation. "In three days."  Khaos felt her hand inch towards her pocket, which held her wand. 11" ebony with a therestal hair core, it was perfect for Duelling. Khaos sighed and trudged to her room.