I Thought I Liked Life

I enjoy my life being a witch in a muggle community because it requires me to at least try and act normal. See my dad’s a muggle and mom’s a witch, oddly enough though she gave it up a long time ago so she’s as good as a muggle. We live in a tiny community about thirty minutes away from London. I waited all summer for her owl to come in when finally it did I was very thrilled.
“ Mummy, daddy my letter finally came in” I yelled running up the stairs extremely excited.

Don’t get me wrong I love living this way but also the thrill of being a witch is great too.

“ Honey are you sure you want to do this?” Mom asked putting her hand on my shoulder.
Well that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.

“ I’ve been talking about this my whole life” I said sitting down looking very confused about the whole thing.

“ Yes honey but it’s not going to be as simple as you think” Mom said sitting beside me.

“ I’m always up for challenge’s though, please let me give it a shot” I told her expressing how badly I wanted to do this.

Mom sighed “ Alright, we will let you have a year’s trial if you don’t like it you can continue in muggle school” She agreed standing up and pulling out her wand.

I hadn’t seen mom pull out her wand in a long time. I never questioned it though because I grew up learning not to ask questions. If somebody wanted to tell you something they would. The next morning mom had agreed to take me to Diagon alley to get my stuff. I was extremely happy because I knew of this place yet had never been here before.
We had gotten my robes, my owl whom I named Scarlatti and all the other things I required. We didn’t take too much time it seemed like mom wanted to get this done as soon as possible.

An older looking man had stopped us as we were walking “ Oh wow Kenai, long time no see, oh this must be Casie” He said as mom just glared at him.

“ Look we’re in a rush so I don’t have much time to talk so make it fast” She told him which shocked me my mother was not a rude person.

“ I honestly thought your family was dead” He had started to say before he could finish the sentence mom was dragging me away from the man.

“ Mom what’s that about?” I asked her while still being dragged.

“ A woman never asks question’s she is to be seen and not heard” Mom reminded me still dragging me along.

“ But mom I’m only eleven” I reminded her as well.

“ One must practice at a young age” She said finally releasing me once we had gotten home.

“ Why though?” I asked her extremely confused mom normally didn’t act this way.

“ One day your husband will demand it” She told me before going upstairs and closing the door in my face.

Husband? I’m way too young to be getting married.