I stood in the door by shock before hearing a rushing sound. Someone had stood up and was walking towards the door, without checking if I was making any sound I ran as fast as I possibly could. I ran towards the door to Freddie's room and yanked it open and close.
Freddie was still asleep but I stood in front of his cage and tried to place my thoughts. I never thought father would think of me the way he did. It almost hurt. I thought back to what had just happened. Using my enhanced memories to replay it in my mind, to make sure I was right.
Father had taken another sip of his tea and I heard shuffling from Ms Sewle's shoes.
"Pansy seems to already be very proper," Ms Sewle said starting the conversation. Father sat a while in silence before answering her back. "Pansy is a special case, you see," He said calmly.
"She acts more mature than most kids her age, she is already reading Ruby Robbinson and amongst that she is already diving into the study of magical craft from a theory of charms to defining the most important body part of Nundu," Father said softly. His tone had changed from neutral and slightly hostile to a proud and soft voice.
"That is truly Magnificant but, how she has been learning on her own right. Most children do not learn reading until now and on top of that Ruby Robbinson, that is hard to read and comprehend," She said with amazement in her voice.
"Yes, she reminds me of her mother, she was very bright always ahead of her classes. Her personality as well, she will do well," father said. It was quiet for a while and I remember sitting there thinking about my mother and what I knew about her.
I only had her portrait which looked nothing like me at all and her voice when I was born. It was the soft and melodic voice that you would not hear often. It was soft and comforting. The conversation had continued.
"Although Pansy is a great child I just have it hard with her. Every time I look at her I see her mother. I was thinking of maybe leaving her with her grandparents till Hogwarts so she could develop there, therefore, I need you to teach her to the best of your abilities make sure she is ready by the end of the year," Father said returning to his calm voice.
This was the point where I had run away.
I breathed in and out. I never met my grandparents and Father never spoke of them. Not once. I assumed I did not have any grandparents since no one visited me. There were only presents sent.
I felt betrayed and angry that he would just dump me to be with my grandparents because it was a bit hard to see me. How could I even remind him of my mother when I do not look at her and the soul inside me is not even related to her. I felt very angry but what hurt the most was the sadness that hit me afterwards. Father did not want.
That was the final straw he did not want me and maybe never truly did he just waited till he came in contact with them. What if he was planning on doing so since I was born. That thought was the one the was biting at me the most.
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