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marcella shifted through the boxes that were piled up in her room, each object giving her a new set of feelings. the more she went through the boxes, the more emotional she became and the more she missed home. her eyes watered at the thought of her friends and how she would probably be shopping at a muggle mall if she was back home; but instead, here she was with her 'family' that despised her.
the blonde pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and walked to one box labeled "important!". marcella's brows furrowed curiously and she tore the box open, frowning when she saw the journals that she occasionally saw her mother writing in. she remembered asking her once or twice about what they were for, and lucille replying with "i hope you never have to find out". she grabbed the one on the top, running a hand over the brown leather cover. slowly, she opened the journal, her eyes scanning the words on the first page.
"august 2, 1979. today, i found out i'm pregnant. i'm not sure what to do. i can't stay here, he'll kill me and my unborn child. i have to leave. he can't find me."
marcella shivered at the journal entry and slammed it shut. the girl placed the journal back in the box and pushed the box away, not sure she could handle reading them at that moment. something inside her was terrified, wondering who "he" was. maybe it was her father. marcella hoped it wasn't. she had a picture in her mind that her father was a perfect man who was kind like her and she didn't need that image to be ruined. it's how she coped with not having a father growing up.
letting out a deep sigh, marcella stood up and grabbed her silk robe. she slipped it on over her night clothes, and made her way into the hallway. it was even darker at night and she paused slightly, letting her eyes adjust to the lack of light. once she could see more clearly, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest and continued on until she finally found the stairs. with a sigh of relief, she quietly tread down them and walked towards the kitchen. she knew that the elves were supposed to be the ones to fetch what she needed but she figured they'd be asleep, or not. she didn't know much about these house-elves.
the house creaked around her, making her feel as though the house was awake and ready to snatch her up when she wasn't paying attention. marcella shook her head, picking up the pace until she was in the kitchen. her eyes widened at how exquisite it was. it was much nicer than any kitchen she had ever stepped foot in. she ran a hand over the counters and lifted her fingers to look at them. not a single spec of dust.
"these elves really outdo themselves." marcella whispered to herself, feeling saddened for them. she looked around, not sure where the cups would be. her best bet was to look around and hope to find them. she went to the first set of cabinets, opening them and frowning at the lack of cups. she let out a huff at the stack of plates that looked back at her.
"what are you doing in here?" the blonde jumped and placed a hand over her chest, breathing in sharply. she turned and met her cousin's eyes, seeing the amused but annoyed look that he gave her. marcella cleared her throat and stood up straight.
