Post by ~Aislin Hunter~ on Feb 17, 2007 14:36:24 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
I have to admit that at first I was opposed to my mother's idea of keeping a journal, but I guess the idea grew on me once mom found out that dad was a wizard. It was strange at first, there was always this awful silence when anything about his "other side" (As mother reffers to it) and father usually ended up outside in his workshop tinkering with his tools. I remember one night he actually slept there, and when I went to find him the next morning, I thought he ws dead. (I was only six!)
Anyways, I never kept a journal back then either though. I don't know if it was because I didn't have one, or merely because it was mother's idea. She was always the antagonist in my eyes. You should have seen the way she looked at me when I first showed signs of magic. It was like she was disgusted, and she soon found little ways to disown me; ignoring me at dinner, refusing to answer my questions, really just not talking to me at all unless she was ordering me about.
Now that I'm at Hogwarts everything is different. Mom and dad split up about three weeks ago, but it was only last Friday that dad called and told me that there had been an accident. I was at uncle's house and dad called. I knew something was wrong because he didn't apparate or anything. I don't think he wanted to see my reaction.
He told me that Sarah, my mother, had been at the bank durning a holdup and had been shot. At first I didn't believe him; I thought he was just being sick, but as I realized how serious his voice was, it sunk it. I went to see my mother in the hospital the night she died. I remember the strong smell of cleaner and rubber, and the silent walk down the hallway where a doctor told my father that she was dead.
I didn't even get a chance to say good-bye to her. They said that I could go and sit with her for awhile, but I remember my exact words to my father. "No, I'm leaving. Don't come to get me." And then I left. I went to Uncle's house and stayed there. Father didn't try to come and get me. He just let me stay where I was, and enrolled me in Hogwarts late.
I couldn't tell Morganna that she died. I don't know why, but it just didn't seem like she needed to know....like anyone needed to know. I don't even think Auntie and Uncle knew why I had come back to stay with them. Father didn't call, or visit. He was out of my life until I said so (That's what uncle told me he said). I don't want to talk to father right now. I don't know when I will.
Anyways, I met a paculiar boy in Slytherin today. He was quite charming. I hope I didn't seem too taken with him, though there is only so much an eleven year old could not blush from.
Well, I don't write in journals much, but until next time diary.
Aislin.
I have to admit that at first I was opposed to my mother's idea of keeping a journal, but I guess the idea grew on me once mom found out that dad was a wizard. It was strange at first, there was always this awful silence when anything about his "other side" (As mother reffers to it) and father usually ended up outside in his workshop tinkering with his tools. I remember one night he actually slept there, and when I went to find him the next morning, I thought he ws dead. (I was only six!)
Anyways, I never kept a journal back then either though. I don't know if it was because I didn't have one, or merely because it was mother's idea. She was always the antagonist in my eyes. You should have seen the way she looked at me when I first showed signs of magic. It was like she was disgusted, and she soon found little ways to disown me; ignoring me at dinner, refusing to answer my questions, really just not talking to me at all unless she was ordering me about.
Now that I'm at Hogwarts everything is different. Mom and dad split up about three weeks ago, but it was only last Friday that dad called and told me that there had been an accident. I was at uncle's house and dad called. I knew something was wrong because he didn't apparate or anything. I don't think he wanted to see my reaction.
He told me that Sarah, my mother, had been at the bank durning a holdup and had been shot. At first I didn't believe him; I thought he was just being sick, but as I realized how serious his voice was, it sunk it. I went to see my mother in the hospital the night she died. I remember the strong smell of cleaner and rubber, and the silent walk down the hallway where a doctor told my father that she was dead.
I didn't even get a chance to say good-bye to her. They said that I could go and sit with her for awhile, but I remember my exact words to my father. "No, I'm leaving. Don't come to get me." And then I left. I went to Uncle's house and stayed there. Father didn't try to come and get me. He just let me stay where I was, and enrolled me in Hogwarts late.
I couldn't tell Morganna that she died. I don't know why, but it just didn't seem like she needed to know....like anyone needed to know. I don't even think Auntie and Uncle knew why I had come back to stay with them. Father didn't call, or visit. He was out of my life until I said so (That's what uncle told me he said). I don't want to talk to father right now. I don't know when I will.
Anyways, I met a paculiar boy in Slytherin today. He was quite charming. I hope I didn't seem too taken with him, though there is only so much an eleven year old could not blush from.
Well, I don't write in journals much, but until next time diary.
Aislin.
