nine facts about my family →
While none of us would say we hate our parents, for they’ve been good to us and raised us best they can, I’ve always been closer to my brothers than them. Even when Micah pulled away from me, I’ve never felt the same adoration for them as I do my brothers. Maybe that’s why I try so hard with my parents. Guilt over not loving them as much.
My brothers are always fighting, so it often comes down to me to be the peacemaker. It rarely works, but I try. I can’t bear to see them hurting each other. Because I always see how bad it is for them to fight, I rarely fight with either. Even if Micah wants an argument, I try not to give one, because I know he’ll feel bad about it later. When I’m angry at them, I keep it to myself, because they hurt each other quite enough.
I’ve always been closest to Edgar, but sometimes I wonder if he keeps me close because he sees me as an extension of himself. Responsible, caring, always trying to be fair and follow the rules. I’ve tried to build myself in his image because everyone likes him so damn much, but I wonder if that’s made me invisible to everyone, especially to Edgar. Does he see me, or does he take for granted that I’ll always follow him, like a dog at his heel?
There’s no one in the world who makes me laugh as much as Micah does, when he’s in the mood for it. No one seems to understand that I enjoy sardonic wit just as much as the next. But when he’s not building me up in his mind, Micah does, and he doesn’t pull punches with me. Sometimes I don’t want to be handled like I’m fragile.
My parents try their best not to see their pure blood as something that marks them as special. They’ve always taught us to respect everyone, regardless of blood status, and I carry that with me always. More than anything, they instilled in me a desire to be fair, to anyone who asks for it.
It was Edgar who taught me to play Quidditch. I think dad must’ve taught him, but I was too young, or he didn’t see sports in me. Either way, Edgar was the best teacher I ever had.
Some of our family don’t approve of how we were raised. We don’t have enough pride, we are embarrassments. But how can I be embarrassed by my desire to love without judgement? How can I be embarrassed about my loyalty, even when it aches?
One of my uncles is a Squib, from the side of the family that believes in pure blood willing out. They never talk about him, but I wish I knew more about him, because I’d like to be friends. I wonder what he does, and if he’s happy. Sometimes, with the war going on, the non-magical world seems a lot better than our own.
My mum always wanted a girl, but my dad wanted boys. I’ve never asked, but I wonder if I disappointed him, even as a child.
seven facts about your childhood →
I loved climbing trees. Still do. I used to cut up my arms and legs all the time falling out of them. I think I almost killed Edgar once, he was so worried. When I was very small, Dad used to put me on his shoulders, and I think that’s where I got the urge to climb tall enough to see the world.
The reason I love chocolate covered fruit is I used to steal the ones my dad bought my mum. They never knew which one of us it was, but once they tried to punish all three of us and I burst into tears, begging them not to punish my brothers for what I did. I couldn’t play outside for a whole week, but Edgar snuck me candies when they weren’t watching.
When Micah was little, he used to sneak into my bedroom whenever he had a nightmare. He’d climb into bed thinking I was asleep and go right back to it, but I stayed awake and made sure he didn’t have any more. I would wake him every time I saw a frown on his little face. It always made me proud, that he went to me and not Edgar. Everyone else always wanted Edgar to protect them, even me, but not Micah. He thought I was good enough.
I crashed my first broomstick into the side of the house. I had to cry and beg for another one for weeks.
On my sixth birthday, we had a cake so big I wasn’t tall enough to see the top. Edgar used to joke that my neck grew so long because I stretched it that day, trying to see the pretty icing, but I couldn’t even see past the table.
Once, I stole mum’s wand and tried to change my shoe into a puppy. I always wanted a dog as a child, but my parents didn’t think I was responsible enough to take care of one. I didn’t manage it, but my shoe grew a tail, and mum laughed so hard she cried.
Dad used to tell me stories before I could fall asleep. I always remember his voice getting quieter and quieter as he tried to lull me to bed, with me struggling to stay up and hear the end.
two facts about my favorite things →
I love reading muggle stories. Especially the ones with magic in them. they never get it right, but I love seeing how inventive and creative they are. Sometimes I wish magic really did work like it did in their stories.
Dueling is such a joy. I suppose I shouldn’t love the violence as much as I do, but it’s wonderful to let the magic free, to try and outwit and opponent. It makes me feel alive.
