When I was little I used to dream of being special. Having something about me that everyone found unique. I’m a twin, and I guess that’s sort of special, but doesn’t that take away the uniqueness? It’s not fair. Sure, I’ve always been good at school, I’m not ugly or anything, I’m a pretty good athlete, but, everyone in the world says those things, right? Kizmet’s the loud one. Everyone notices her. So where does that leave me? Ava’s special because she’s older. Mom and Dad’s first child, the one they wanted for. *Sighs*. I would have been special too. The youngest daughter. The baby, coddled and adored. But no, Kizmet had to sneak in my party too. So where does that leave me? I guess technically I’m the middle child, though, Kizmet of course raced after me, she was born only 6 minutes later. I got a whole 6 minutes of being special. Lucky me. Don’t get me wrong, I love Kizmet, she’s my favorite person in the world, and in a lot of ways, she’s my other half. But when do I get to shine?
Anyways, that’s totally not what I meant to write about, but I guess it’s background. Anyways, the being special thing, yeah. Growing up we lived in a pretty place…who wouldn’t want to live on a beach, right? But we were normal every day people. Sure mom’s store did well, and everyone always got better around her. Like that time Kizmet and I were jumping on the rocks by the ocean. I could have SWORN that her arm was broken, but we took it to mom, and all the sudden everything’s fine. Weirdsville. I guess I get it now though. Oh mom, I just, I don’t GET why she hid all the magic stuff from dad. I mean, he’d love her anyways right? I’ve never seen two people more in love than them. I mean, it’s GROSS. Who wants to see their parents making out all over the place. But back to the special thing. Until Ava got her Hogwarts letter we lived like muggles. I guess I get it, Dad’s a muggle, and mom didn’t think he’d love her if he found out about her being a witch and all. But I have to admit, he took it a lot better than we have. He finds it amusing how he reacts every time another magic thing comes up. Like how mom used to cast protective spells on him when he was doing anything dangerous with the Marines or in his security business. That’s sort of romantic I guess. For old people. (gross!)
Right, the point. When we were little Kizmet and I would do all sorts of weird things. We’d make impossibly long jumps from rock to rock on the shore, the dolphins would come and play with us. When we talked to them, it was like they understood us. Or when that kid was picking on me and Kizmet came over. I mean…neither one of us knew how it happened but that kid ended up like 100 feet away. It was all so weird. We used to pretend we were special superheroes. I guess in a way we are, right? I’ll tell you when Mom and Dad sat us down and talked to us about the Wizarding world and how Ava was going to school for Magic, it was all so weird. We thought it was a huge joke. Guess not, huh! Anyways, Ava went away to school at Hogwarts and we moved from Florida to England. What a change! It wasn’t so bad though. I’ve always liked history and stuff, and England is full of it. It was the magic stuff that was the most interesting. Mom went back to St. Mungo’s to be a healer again,and dad found a job in security here too. And we got stuck with Grams…She takes the whole pureblood stuff a little too seriously if you ask me, but since the war, it’s not been as big of a deal. Thank god we were born when we were! Mom tells us stories and it sounds SO scary to have been alive when all that was happening.
But really, the whole point of this was….when I was little, I always used to imagine I was special. It was normal being plain and non-magical. The summer after our first year at Hogwarts was sort of hard, but I mean, let’s face it. First years don’t learn THAT much magic. It’s all basic junk. We learned so much cool stuff second year. And now I’m stuck home for the summer and can’t do ANY of it. It’s just seriously not fair. I want to practice, I want to do spells, not just read these textbooks. I want to be back at Hogwarts. We may still LIVE in the wizarding world, but it’s no fun not being able to DO the spells. I can’t wait til we go into London. Mom promised we’d take an all day trip soon. She said we can go muggle shopping for some new clothes, but we’ll also pick up our school supplies. I can’t believe we’re going to be third years! I miss my friends SO much. Owls just aren’t the same as seeing them every day, being up all night gossiping in the dorms. I want to run through the castle at night hoping not to get caught. I want to carry my wand and be able to actually USE it. How unfair that grownups can. I mean, I’m not a kid anymore, I’m a responsible young witch. I can control myself. It’s not like I’m going to bust out and do a spell in front of a muggle. Except maybe my dad. He finds it totally amusing anyways though, so it’s not like he’d care. I can’t wait for September! Hogwarts is so much my home. I love it. I mean, I’ve always been sort of a book worm, I’ve always loved school. But this is SO much more fun. I miss my Hogwarts. I’m trying out for the house Quidditch team this year too. Hopefully I’ll make it! I should probably go out and practice some more. Maybe Kizmet will let me throw quaffles at her. *grins* Thank god Gran was around to fix her nose last week *giggles* Okies, I will write again soon!