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Zoom · 08-20-2011, 09:02 PM

Part I;

shining like a work of art,
______hanging on a wall of stars,
are you what I think you are?______
_______... maybe you will always be
just a little out of reach__________- satellite; Guster

in the beginning;

The afternoon of August seventh was a comfortable one. Dr. Morgan was inside cooking supper and Mr. Morgan was on the porch reading the newspaper, flipping back and forth between his muggle news and the Daily Prophet. The children were elsewhere, most of them running amongst the wheat fields. Only Anthony was inside, as he was still too young to walk.

Let it be known, firstly, that the Morgan family was not a small one. Of the male children were Anthony, Xavier, and Angelo, and of the females were Montgomery, Ciciliana, and Claire. Lola Morgan made a living as a professor of music at a local wizarding university, while Tristan Morgan was a muggle engineer. Each had four brothers and sisters, thus giving each child fifteen aunts and sixteen uncles, for Aunt Matilda never did marry. However, family gatherings were rarely held due to the fact that the magical children of the family had a tendency to slip up every so often and light something on fire.

So it was decided even before Angelo was born, sixteen years ago, that the Morgan family would move to the country side far enough away from the muggle world to avoid suspicion. And so as to not blow their fragile cover, the Morgans posed as wheat farmers and set up protective charms about their many acres. Their only neighbors came many years later and lived nearly fifty acres over. Far enough for the Parker house to be just barely visible over the hills. And for muggles, they kept kindly to themselves and asked no questions, which was all the Morgans could ask.

"I've got you Cici!" Claire called from behind the young girl.

"No you haven't!" she yelled in reply. The seven year old zoomed off in the direction of their old maple tree, leaving her older sister behind. Climbing atop the tire swing, she hoisted herself up the rope and onto the first branch with alarming speed. Pausing to look down, Cici held tightly to the tree trunk as her sister huffed and puffed below.

"That isn't fair!" she protested. "You know I'm afraid of heights!"

"Is not!" the younger of the two shouted back. "You're nearly twice my age and a lot taller. And you never said it was off limits!"

"Well it is!" Claire yelled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Now you're just making up rules!"

"I'm older, so I'm allowed to!" Claire protested. And the bickering went on for many more minutes until Angelo appeared with Anthony.

"Would you two SHUT UP!" he yelled. The girls were silenced. Giving a huff, Angelo swayed gently on his feet, rocking Anthony. "You're going to make him start crying again, he said crossly. "Now Ciciliana Adilene Morgan, you get down from that tree this instant! And both of you come inside, Mum says supper's ready."

Nothing irritated Cici more than when Angelo decided to be high and mighty on his horse and call her by her full name. Her nostrils flared in anger. "Don't tell me what to do," she stated firmly. Crouching, the seven year old poised to jump.

"Cici, don't--!"

But it was too late. As her older siblings cried out in protest the girl jumped from the branch, falling much more smoothly than one might've thought possible and landing gracefully without even the slightest thud. Smirking, she ran to the house without another word. Exchanging questioning glances, the siblings followed suit and headed after her.

Somewhere several hills over, the youngest Parker boy sat observing the scene. Too far away to hear what was happening, he simply thought it funny that Ciciliana should be able to land with such ease. Indeed, she was such a beautiful and graceful creature that it must have merely been a trick of his eyes. It was impossible to fall quite so slowly.

08-20-2011, 09:02 PM	#6 (permalink)
Zoom Doxy Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Westeros [EST] Posts: 6,444	caffeine princess ♬ lunchbox adventurer ❀ little rose Part I; shining like a work of art, ______hanging on a wall of stars, are you what I think you are?______ _______... maybe you will always be just a little out of reach__________- satellite; Guster in the beginning; The afternoon of August seventh was a comfortable one. Dr. Morgan was inside cooking supper and Mr. Morgan was on the porch reading the newspaper, flipping back and forth between his muggle news and the Daily Prophet. The children were elsewhere, most of them running amongst the wheat fields. Only Anthony was inside, as he was still too young to walk. Let it be known, firstly, that the Morgan family was not a small one. Of the male children were Anthony, Xavier, and Angelo, and of the females were Montgomery, Ciciliana, and Claire. Lola Morgan made a living as a professor of music at a local wizarding university, while Tristan Morgan was a muggle engineer. Each had four brothers and sisters, thus giving each child fifteen aunts and sixteen uncles, for Aunt Matilda never did marry. However, family gatherings were rarely held due to the fact that the magical children of the family had a tendency to slip up every so often and light something on fire. So it was decided even before Angelo was born, sixteen years ago, that the Morgan family would move to the country side far enough away from the muggle world to avoid suspicion. And so as to not blow their fragile cover, the Morgans posed as wheat farmers and set up protective charms about their many acres. Their only neighbors came many years later and lived nearly fifty acres over. Far enough for the Parker house to be just barely visible over the hills. And for muggles, they kept kindly to themselves and asked no questions, which was all the Morgans could ask. "I've got you Cici!" Claire called from behind the young girl. "No you haven't!" she yelled in reply. The seven year old zoomed off in the direction of their old maple tree, leaving her older sister behind. Climbing atop the tire swing, she hoisted herself up the rope and onto the first branch with alarming speed. Pausing to look down, Cici held tightly to the tree trunk as her sister huffed and puffed below. "That isn't fair!" she protested. "You know I'm afraid of heights!" "Is not!" the younger of the two shouted back. "You're nearly twice my age and a lot taller. And you never said it was off limits!" "Well it is!" Claire yelled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now you're just making up rules!" "I'm older, so I'm allowed to!" Claire protested. And the bickering went on for many more minutes until Angelo appeared with Anthony. "Would you two SHUT UP!" he yelled. The girls were silenced. Giving a huff, Angelo swayed gently on his feet, rocking Anthony. "You're going to make him start crying again, he said crossly. "Now Ciciliana Adilene Morgan, you get down from that tree this instant! And both of you come inside, Mum says supper's ready." Nothing irritated Cici more than when Angelo decided to be high and mighty on his horse and call her by her full name. Her nostrils flared in anger. "Don't tell me what to do," she stated firmly. Crouching, the seven year old poised to jump. "Cici, don't--!" But it was too late. As her older siblings cried out in protest the girl jumped from the branch, falling much more smoothly than one might've thought possible and landing gracefully without even the slightest thud. Smirking, she ran to the house without another word. Exchanging questioning glances, the siblings followed suit and headed after her. Somewhere several hills over, the youngest Parker boy sat observing the scene. Too far away to hear what was happening, he simply thought it funny that Ciciliana should be able to land with such ease. Indeed, she was such a beautiful and graceful creature that it must have merely been a trick of his eyes. It was impossible to fall quite so slowly.