“Alexandria Sinclair, come down here this moment!”

My mom’s voice was ringing throughout the entire house. I’m surely in big trouble. I turned towards the door, hesitating. But I know there isn’t any help for it. She already found me out, there’s no escape. I have to go or things will only be worse. Better get over it then, huh?

So off I go, walked down the stairs with eyes to the ground. I can’t possibly meet her with a straight eye.
“For the love of Jove, it is real!” I bit my lip. I should have known she wasn’t sure. That she only tried to lure me out. Oh how could I have been so stupid?

“He-He told you, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he did. But to my shock, I saw the frills of your nightgown in the shadow. I thought I was imagining things! But here you are, evidently awake for hours! You haven’t had an inch of sleep have you? Why, it’s already half-past twelve! What do you think you were doing! What’s gotten into you child, eavesdropping over your parents’ conversation?”

Now I think this is unfair.

“At least I don’t tell lies.”

I stared up at my mother. I know this is going to get me into a lot more trouble but for some reason I don’t care anymore. They lied to me. That’s not fair and I intend to learn the truth at once.

“He came here. He wants to talk to me. He has a school and he wants to teach me to control my abilities – he called them magic. And you have magic too. Why didn’t you tell me? And why did he call you different names?”

I asked all these questions calmly, but I’m so mad at them right now. Father has been pacing the room back and forth a little while now, but mom is just standing there, staring at me. She’s probably wondering where the hell did I get the notion to speak like this. But I stared back, indignantly. I intend to know the truth, and if I make up my mind to do something, nothing- not even my own parents can stop me.

Mother seemed to find her tongue. She no longer seemed so shock but she kept her eyes on me, and beckoned me to the sofa before eyeing my father.

“It’s time we tell her Andruida.”

Mom just nodded and looked at me.

“There’s something we need to tell you. But you have to promise us that you will be calm the whole time, and will not lose you temper. Please try to understand. Promise us, Alexa.”

“I promise.” It must be something bad if they make me promise like this. Everyone knows what happens if I lose my temper. Even the birds know, and even I don’t like it. It’s literally out of my control. But I gave my word, and I will try.
“I’ll try to understand, just please tell me the whole truth.

Mother sat there wide-eyed at me. Father sat by her, and it seemed like a good five minutes before she finally talked.

“Well what do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“Fine. I guess it is about time you know. You are right. Those things that you do, your special abilities-they’re magic. All of them. I can do them too. Your father and I- we were both born from magical families. But your father is a squib, and I am what they call a blood traitor.”

“A squib is a person born into a magical family, but does not have magic. And I am called a blood-traitor because I come from a pure-blood family who married a squib. I’m outcasted by my family. And pure-bloods are witches and wizards whose family tree compose only of our kind- the magical kind. Pure-blood families don’t marry people with no magic, that’s why they outcasted me.” She explained, guessing all my questions.

“You probably hadn’t noticed me use any magic. That’s because when I married your father, I made an unbreakable vow that I would never use magic unless I have a child that’s one of us. And you- you are one of us. You are a witch. I too, am a witch. And the name we use? Sinclair? It’s not real. We only adopted it in order to fit in with the muggles. With your father and I not doing any magic, we need to leave the wizarding villages and live with them people. My real name is Andruida Rosier. Your father’s is Matthaias Prince. And you- your full given name is Alexandria Marie Prince. And you will be henceforth called as such now that you know everything.”

“But what about the school? You still haven’t made that clear.”

“Ah, yes. The man who came in here is an old acquaintance of ours, but I wouldn’t say that he’s a friend. He is the current headmaster of the wizarding school Durmstrang, and he has been sending invite letters for you to go. He has been eyeing you since you were six, thought I didn’t know his tricks! It’s about time you hit him with that pillow. Serves him right.”

“How- how did you know that I-”

“He said so.”

“He didn’t.”

“Yes he did. Just as he was leaving.”

“So he WAS that owl?”

“Yes. He can turn into an owl. And he’s using it to get close to you. That is why I don’t want you playing with owls when you were younger.

“But about that school-” father interrupted.

I can feel my eyes beaming up. “Oh please do let me go.”

“No,” was my mother’s short reply.

“We are not letting you go into some old rubbish school run by that man. You can learn better here in your home. Where its safe for you. And besides we don’t trust him.”

“Why should your little fight prevent my going? Should adult quarrels really affect us and our education? I WANT TO GO!!!”

I screamed those lines out of my heart. I can feel myself heating up. The wind was beginning to howl outside- I can hear it. Everything in the house was rattling. I don’t see the point why they should deprive me of that. It was my one wish on this birthday. All my life, I’ve been an outcast. All my life, I’ve been estranged. Because I’m different, because I can do things other kids can’t, because I have magic. This is my one chance to fit in! Why can’t they see that?

I can feel my temperature rising, everything else turns in disorder . I can hear my parents’ cries around me, calling my name, but they’re fading away. And then- everything just became point blank.