Chapter 3 – Departure
The next day, waking up, my first thing to do was to hold my wand, examining it once more, making a few swishes in the air before climbing out of bed to get dressed. Squeaky was already there, my clothes prepared, my trunk packed, ready to leave at a moment's notice.
"Master looks good with wand in hand. Master will become a powerful wizard; Squeaky is sure about it!"
"Thank you, Squeaky. Will you be okay while I'm gone?" I asked, knowing that with me gone, she would have to attend to my mother.
"Squeaky is a good house elf."
"I don't doubt that," I replied, not asking anymore, seeing the look in her eyes.
Walking down to the lobby of our manor, I came face to face with the one person I wasn't keen on seeing. My mother... Isolda Arcania.
"Good morning." I greeted her with courtesy, and she returned with a nod but ignored me, walking past me and heading up the staircase, seemingly going towards my Father's study.
Good. At least I did not have to start making small talk. Whenever we had to do that, it somehow always turned into her shouting and me leaving the room... I just hated being talked down to, and arguing with a brick wall is as pointless as trying to make a troll learn ballet. I know she was forced to marry my Father by her family; I would be pissed if I had to marry someone I do not like... but she never complained when she was allowed to spend my Father's money when she could have her own house elf when she could enjoy the flattering of others. I can't remember if she ever took care of me... maybe when I was really little? But my memories don't go that far back. To me, she can only demand, demand, and demand things but never give something back for it... I can't fathom why Father tolerates her even when he knows she is cheating on him... because I told him. But he just laughed, telling me not to worry about small things and ignore her... how could I when she is representing our family's name? If that gets out...
"Master, your face looks horrible... is it because of the lack of sleep?" Squeaky said, jolting me out of my thoughts, making me look into the mirror on the opposing wall as I was standing, unmoving at the bottom of the stairs, in Squeaky's way. She was dragging along my trunk, making sure everything was ready for leaving the house an hour later. "Squeaky told you that you should rest!"