Is This What I Really Want?

Alyssa Rookwood is the daughter of Augustas Rookwood. It is her first year at Hogwarts, but unlike most people, she is dreading it. Pressure is on her to get into Slytherin, Alyssa wants to please her family but also lead a life. Unlike most Death Eater children, Alyssa isn't blinded by 'the dark side'.


10. The Letter

I got a letter from my dad. He doesn't want me home for Christmas. Professor Flitwick came round last week and asked if anyone was staying for Christmas, so I sent a letter to my dad asking if I should come home, and he just sent a reply saying that it was best if I didn't. Fine. Fine by me. In fact, it will be fun, maybe. Okay, okay, I'm not kidding anyone! I understand that he is cross with me, but not wanting me home for Christmas? It's not even as if I have friends here who I can hang around with. Most people will be going home. Actually, so will I. My dad said he didn't want me home for Christmas, but he didn't say to stay at Hogwarts. You know what? I am sick of everyone at the moment! No one seems to want me anywhere. 

"Ah, Miss Rookwood, are you going to be staying with us this holiday?", Professor Flitwick squeaked in his, well, squeaky voice. 

"Um, no, I'm going to go home, I just got a letter from my dad and he wants me home.", I replied, trying to look innocent and definite. I must be good at lying as he walked away without a backwards glance. I grabbed a piece of parchment from my bag and quickly scrawled a note to my dad telling him I would stay here then. Only another week to go until I can be free. I'm just really not a sociable person! Uh oh. Do I still have to get presents for people? No. They can live without then, besides I haven't got any money. Maybe I should get something for Hannah... like... um. I groaned. I am so bad at this. You know what? Forget it! I just can't be bothered anymore. Oh dear, I'v been forgetting about lessons again, I'm supposed to be in potions.


"Late again Miss Rookwood? Five points from Ravenclaw.", Snape sneered. I scowled and slunk into my seat next to Hannah. I was only two minuets late! It wasn't like the world was about to explode or anything. Hannah sneaked me tentative smile and pushed the book towards me. Looks like we were doing Swelling Solution. Oh Joy. It didn't go too badly. We didn't blow up any cauldrons this time, or set fire to anything! In fact, it was a good lesson. I mean, sure, our potions sort of turned into a gloop and crawled out of the cauldron by it's self (still not sure how), but we didn't kill anyone, this time. No, I'm joking, we haven't killed anyone yet. We might get actually get a P instead of a D! 

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