章節 18: Hogwarts Express
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So here we were, on platform 9 and ¾, Hogwarts Express, saying goodbye to my mom. I was currently 11 years old and was preparing for 8 months of unsolicited contact with unknown and unpleasant people with a tendency to imitate flies.
Disgusting insects, neh?
Dad and Mom took me to the cabin after I spent 10 seconds critically admiring the train. It was just an ordinary looking train that was bewitched to work with magic. So much for the law that prohibits wizards from bewitching muggle objects. Hypocrisy depressed me. A curiosity about the Hogwarts Express. It was stolen by a minister a century and several decades ago when a minister named Otaline something irrelevant supposedly saw potential in the Muggle invention. After the theft it was necessary for her to establish a railroad and idiot wizards didn't want to waste time so she also stole from the muggles by diverting the train to a station in Hogsmeade before obliging the poor people to forget about the line that would take students to Hogsmeade village .
Well, it was either that or revealing the castle's location and we don't want such a thing to happen.
"Now, do you know what I expect from you at school this year?" Mom asks for the hundredth time. She had been worried about me ever since my "inappropriate" behavior at the Bones party. According to her, being a brat will not help my social development. As if I wanted this. Sometimes parents don't understand that their kids don't need to be what they want us to be, but I forgave her because she was my sweet mother who raised me with all the love and affection possible without asking for anything in return. At least then. I just sigh before answering:
"I must make at least one friend and introduce him to you on summer vacation. They must be real and fake letters won't do, just flesh and blood people." I recited passively with a dead look on my face.
"Yes. You're still too young for women so don't get a girlfriend too soon. So... take care... sniff... eat well and shower every day. Don't overdo it with sweets and respect your teachers... Don't look for trouble and don't play cruel pranks." She says in tears.
"It's okay, Mom. I'll be fine and make lots of friends. Besides, how am I going to get girlfriends? They're all 11-year-old brats. I'm not lolicon. Anyway... Don't worry. I'll even take several pictures and send them to you with letters every 4 months..."
"I don't know if you know, but Hogwarts has more classes than the first few years." She commented blankly as I realized my mistake. Clear. There were older women at school! Mom might know about my preference for women over children, but her concern is valid. Even though I don't think there are many Western women who are shotacons, I was hopeful.
"You better wipe that sparkle out of your eyes, brat, you're too young for that!"
"Okay. Okay. Calm down. I won't do anything, okay?"
"Great... now what was that story about sending a letter every 4 months. I want a detailed letter every three days." She noticed. Damn it!
"One letter every 3 months and one long letter with photos per year."
"Every week. And monthly photos." She retorted.
"One letter a month and a photo every 2 months." I countered.
"One letter a fortnight and several photos every month and in return I send you negotiable gifts when you ask me to." She says getting a deal.
"Done."
"You two look like shrewd businessmen with years of experience." Dad commented mischievously.
"Look who's Talking." Mom responded with an irritated frown. Her tears still fell, but she was calmer now. My plan to distract her worked. Dad looked at me knowingly and smiled slightly before ruffling my hair.
"I'll miss you, Dad." I say muffled. It was true after all. I couldn't contain my body when I hugged him. It was a surprise to both me and him, but I liked the feeling and so did he, so my passive Legilimency took hold of him.
"Are you sure you won't miss the presents?"
"That too." I smiled slightly at him before hugging Mom and settling me down. "See you on summer vacation."
"Not coming for Christmas?" Mom asked hopefully.
"We are witches. We don't believe in the Muggle Christian religion so it doesn't make sense to celebrate Christmas...but I think if we do a family ritual on the winter solstice I might consider going back. A salute to magic, or a druid circle…" I suggested knowing my mother's fears of rituals.
"You and your rituals." Mom scoffed.
"Magic must be remembered and the blessing of magic must be thanked. In fact, it amazes me that the magicians of this society have abandoned their duties to magic. Perhaps this is the cause of so many miscarriages being born into magical families. That's inbreeding." I replied haughtily. "If magicians remembered more about their origins and the gifts they receive daily and then we wouldn't have so many useless wars."
"Whatever. Just come for Christmas. Let's participate in your thanksgiving ritual this time. If nothing happens, that is." My dad conceded to Mom's displeasure. She didn't much appreciate when I started practicing and performing rituals before, but seeing no negative side effects, she couldn't say anything against it.
"O que poderia ocorrer?"
"Bem, sua mãe aceitou ser parte da minha nobreza então é possível que ela precise viajar comigo para o submundo para apresentar-se à minha família e tudo mais."
"Oh... vocês vão se casar?" Perguntei para ansiedade do casal.
"Bem... sua mãe aceitou então é bem possível..."
"Eu... Eu... não aceitei... apenas... apenas..." Mamãe estava agindo comum uma adolescente tímida. Hinata sentiria orgulho da quantidade de sangue que estava correndo em seu rosto agora.
Nesse momento, recebemos a notificação de que o trem estava prestes a sair.
"Okay. Te amo, mamãe. Papai. Se cuidem."
"Adeus, pirralho." Papai disse enquanto eles saiam do trem.
Então eu fiquei sozinho na cabine. Bem, Lupi estava encolhido no meu colo como um fofo animal de estimação e eu comecei a acariciá-lo. Ele ainda emitia um pulso forte de magia que afastaria qualquer um que pudesse detectar então eu estava preocupado com o Dumbledore proibindo-o de vir comigo no ano que vem. Eu esperava que as teorias de fanfic sobre familiares sejam válidas.
Agora, como faço amigos? Não é como se eu tivesse muitos mesmo na minha vida anterior.
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