Alicia Spinnet

Warded entry to my journal:



I am going to my parents' house tomorrow. I'm going to rifle through their things, and choose what has the right to stay, and what gets thrown away. I am going to box everything up and carry it out of there, like it wasn't in some way important to my parents.

My parents. They were ashamed of me, you know. When I was... odd... well they didn't know how to handle it. It was never mentioned, not really. But I saw their looks. That distance that entered their eyes when I got home from my first year at Hogwarts, all excited about flying, and charm work. I saw their disappointment that I wasn't a regular girl every time I told them about my desire to play Quidditch. They supported me, and spouted useless platitudes of how I could do anything I liked.

I think my parents were afraid of me. It's why they never had another. They couldn't bring themselves to possibly have another child. Not after their first was so... Odd.

They told their military friends all sorts of tales of how I journeyed to India, and they were more proud than I can even express when I got the job at Stretch Yourself.

But it wasn't my life. It wasn't me. I loved the kids, I loved it there, and I miss it. But Quidditch is my life.

And my parents wouldn't even accept the offers of the Wizarding World to have them come to some of my games. I told myself it was just because of their being overseas... But who am I kidding. I was just their weird daughter.

And tomorrow their weird daughter and her two weird friends will go through all their normal stuff, and pack it away.

How do I explain the fact that I'm not saddened at the fact so much as relieved? I love them, and I know they loved me. But we were too different. We didn't ever know each other.

And now it's too late.