Disclaimer i don't own most of the things on here...(: but leila is definitely my character xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Part 1 I unlock the door and kick it open with my foot. "Daddy! I'm home!" I called out as I entered the house. I threw my house keys roughly on the side table and violently pulled off my shoes. "Vati?!" I glanced at the clock. 11:34. He should be home by now. I dismissed this thought as I stepped into the kitchen, and filled the tea kettle with water. Turning on the radio I found "Pretty Girls by Sugarcult" playing and started singing along as I tugged on an apron around my waist to start baking for the next morning, my father and I run a bakery. KNOCK.KNOCK.KNOCK. I whirled around taken by surprise. It surely couldn't be my father, he had the key, but then again he could have forgotten them. I was cautious about putting my eye into the peephole, someone might get the idea that it would be cool to stick a drill through it...I saw it in a movie once. I peeked through it and glimpsed a tall, burly silhouette standing at the door, for some odd reason all the street lights were all off so I couldn't tell what he looked like other than that. I decided that if he were a bad guy he would have kicked the door down by now, or shot off the lock. I looked around searching for something just in case, deciding on an umbrella. I waited for a few moments before opening the door, clenching the umbrella in my hand, just to be on the safe side. I finally pulled the door open. The light poured out and I could see the man clearer as he stood at the door. He was clean-shaven and calm looking with a tousle of blonde hair on his head, he was going bald, and his eyes were a dark chocolate brown that looked as if he hadn’t had enough sleep. "Salut, Leila. I have grave news." He looked at me expectantly as I stood there trying to figure out what might have happened." May I come in?" I opened the door wider, and stepped aside as he walked in and took in his surroundings. I set down the umbrella. "This way." I say, as I lead him into the sitting room. I sit down, he sat after me. I crossed my legs and swept my dress carefully over my legs, then overlap my hands over it. He watched me carefully as I did this. There was a long pause before he spoke. "Your father..." I drew my breath in carefully." He's gone missing." I blinked. " And it was requested that if anything were to happen to him, that you would be sent to live with your Grandmother's and attend Hogwarts, not Beauxbatons, this year." I wasn't listening, but I was remembering what my father had told me this morning"...Leila, I don't want you doing anything I wouldn't do…if I leave." I laughed at the time. Thinking he was surely pushing my buttons. I bit my lip. "...your bags and anything of importance to you. and we'll be on our way." I heard him say as I nodded, acting as if I was listening the whole time. Going over to my closet I pulled out my trunk, grabbed some clothes and piled them with a various collection of books. I stepped into my parent’s bedroom and opened the closet, I sorted out some dresses my mother had left and bought them back to my room to put into my trunk, I went back into the bedroom and searched for my father’s favorite sweater. I found it in his top drawer, it still smelled like him, freshly baked cookies and cologne. I raised my head to find and a picture of my mother and father smiling widely like lovesick teenagers and holding hands. I took the picture and my father’s sweater into my room and set them on top of my mother’s dresses. I closed it and pulled it near the door. The man came in and magicked my trunk to disappear and reappear at the bottom of the steps. I turned around and grabbed my frog, Mickey, ready to go. Hurrying down the stairs. I grabbed my keys, took one last look around the house I lived in all my life and locked the door behind me, carefully walking down the steps, not looking back or I might've had the urge to run back and hug a panel with all my strength, refusing to let go. His car stood at the driveway, he opened the passenger door for me, as I stepped in and he closed it. Running around he got in and started the car, closing the door behind him. I then noticed I never got his name as he pushed out of the street. I started to mentally pound myself for trusting someone, who I didn't know, but who apparently knew me. He could be a stalker for all i knew. I looked over at him, studying him again searching for any telltale. "It's Jeffoery Killingstone." He said abruptly as if reading my mind. I nodded, not entirely sure where I heard that oh so familiar name before. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I fiddled with my fingers nervously thinking of all the things that could have happened to my dad looking for any kind of logical excuse anything at all, one that would surely explain the reason why he had suddenly disappeared, he couldn't be dead he was to strong for that. He was MY father, the man who protected me from the boogeyman, the one who was still there even when everyone else left me. The one i trusted to be there from the cradle to the grave, one of the only people I could compare with, laugh with, cry with, and bake with. We arrived at my grandmother's house. Jeffoery walked me to the porch and patted my hand," You'll be fine, just Breathe, and trust in yourself." He looked at me one last time and then turned swiftly away walking quickly back to his car. I looked at his car until his lights no longer appeared in my line of vision, and turned back to the door; I rang the bell and waited patiently. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx At the age of fifteen my grandmamma considers everyone a woman. Whether they’re ready for it or not, she sets them up for marriage. I remember when I turned thirteen she mentioned my size and how I could be mistaken for a 9 year old. I attempted to make myself taller, let’s just say, that ended badly. Today I'm sitting with my legs crossed, clad in a dress as white as snow and my long, currently violet hair swept into a braid , in front of my grandmamma. She doesn't approve of my idea that hat's and gloves are old-fashioned and she blames "my ways" on my mother, even though my mom left my father and I on my 1st birthday. My lips are pursed as I nod and answer with a curt yes or no when she asks for my opinion of the Malfoy’s and a whole bunch of other pure blood families. After a while of this, I get tired and my neck starts to cramp, almost like when your head is in a weird angle, and you have a weird reaction like you think if I just stay still it’ll go away. "Grandmamma, May i be excused?" I asked abruptly before she started a new topic about the Diggory’s. "Yes you may, but where may i ask?" When she asks like that it’s a command not a question. "The...loo?" She looks at me sternly. "Oh, do excuse me, Grandmamma, I mean to say, to…relieve myself?" I say. She frowned. "Well do hurry now Leila, we need to work on your mannerisms." I nod and smile politely, as I get up quickly; I imagine her look of horror and the lectures running through her mind. Once I get through the large mistletoe doors that lead to the main house and hear the door click behind me. I make a run for the chestnut doors that led to the outside world. WHOOSH! I breathe in the crisp clean air of the night as I gather my skirts to reveal my track shoes, and run. I keep running and running until I reach a park with a beautiful lake right. The full moon was shining in the middle of the lake making it glisten, like magic was being used. I thought about sticking my legs into the water but thought better of it, instead just watching and waiting for the sun to rise so I could just start ‘home’ and pack up to start school. I crossed my legs and sighed trying to ignore all the memories, and not think about the time when I was just a tiny, burbling jumble of joy. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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