** this book it's going under major editing so be wary if you read it; there's major plot holes and things not described very well.**
No matter how much I edit this book they'll still be plot holes and inadequate writing - this is my oldest book on...
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●・○・●・○・●・○・● 'Trust gets you killed; love gets you hurt and being real gets you hated.' ●・○・●・○・●・○・●
The next day came quickly, Kefira had packed her bags the night before, ignoring the looks of disgust she was receiving from Marlene.
She had stayed awake all night, staring at the swirls of wood, as it gleamed in the sunlight on the top of her bed. Her mind raced with the thoughts of what was to come the next day, she knew it was going to be hectic.
So now, nine o'clock on a Saturday morning Kefira was strolling down Hogwarts corridors. She had made sure to wear the 'proper' attire (ones that would impress her parents) and therefore had ladened herself out in a sleek black robe and her lace-up heeled boots - ones her mother said she looked like a proper lady in.
Her hair had being twirled into curls, smoother than a ballerina dancing, with a flick of her wand and the top parts tied back in an elegant style, making sure to show off her (as her mother says) lovely face.
She had to use floo-powder to return home - as a request of her mother - and therefore found herself venturing to Professor McGonagall's office. It was quite far away from where she had begun as it was located on the first floor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower.
In some ways, Kefira was glad about this for it gave her some free time to think as she wandered down the halls on a cool springs morning. Even though the sun shone brightly outside, the morning was still bitterly cold - like it always was.
Spring was Kefira's favorite time of the year, for she loved the smell of the fresh air. It wasn't icy cold like in Winter or laced with Dust and Leaves like in Autumn and it most certainly wasn't the stuffy air that the summer seemed to have. She loved the way the fresh air would feel on your skin, and how it could cause goosebumps to form. There was no way of knowing what the weather was going to be like in the Spring, for one day it could be sweltering hot and the next to be cold as ice.
Kefira lifted her small hand towards the wooden door and knocked twice on it, rather harshly.
It didn't take long for Minerva McGonagall to call the girl into her office.
Kefira placed her hand on the rusted iron handle and carefully pushed the door open. Minerva McGonagall was a half-blood witch, but either way, she was incredibly smart. A soft smile was plastered on her thin lips as she saw the smartly dressed witch enter her room.
"I hope to see you returning next year." McGonagall smiled warmly as she motioned to the pot of floo power that sat patiently beside the fireplace. Kefira smiled back at the wise woman before wandering over to the fireplace and picking up a large handful of the powder.
"Kefira." The woman spoke again - stopping the girl from stepping into the fire. Kefira turned around to face the woman her eyebrows furrowed lowly. "I just wanted to say...." McGonagall trailed off, "That if you ever want to talk my office is always open."
A small - genuine - smile grazed across Kefiras lips as she looked at the woman, "Thank you, Professor." And with that, the sixteen-year-old girl stepped into the fire and threw the floor powder in the house down, loudly saying the name of the Howendale Manor.
A sickening feeling twisted in Kefiras stomach as she clutched her bag closer to her, as she twisted and curled in all directions, but as soon as it had started it had finished and Kefira found herself stood in the drawing-room of her home.
Home. Yeah right. This would never be her home.
She looked up and saw Sarah, she had a playful smile on her lips as she looked at the beautiful young girl, and Kefira smiled back.
The smile soon fell from her lips however as she spotted her mother, she was standing in the hall to the diner where she saw Arianne Lestrange seated calmly at the table.
"Kefira." Her mother spoke calmly, then it held no love for her youngest daughter, "I figured we could get started right away, with only a few months to go."
All emotion washed away from Kefiras face as she nodded blankly at her mother, before following behind her into the diner. ●・○・●・○・●・○・● Published 11/04/20 01:36 am
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