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Thanks for the reply Emily 
Here's the next part! Jaxon jumped when he heard the sudden knocking on the door. He dropped his knife, which clattered loudly on his plate.
“I wonder who that could be.” His mum said cheerfully. She stood up to get the door.
“Coralie?” Jaxon asked timidly. He stared at the girl next to him. She had frozen in place, and the rest of the color in her cheeks faded.
“Is she alright?” Asked the boys father.
“I don’t know.” he replied, “Coralie.” he said firmly.
“I should go.” she stuttered.
“Addy, go upstairs.” Jaxon said to his sister.
“I’m not done with dinner.” she argued.
He shot a glance at the ten year old, “Just go.”
“Fine.” she said dramatically, then stomped back up the stairs. Mrs. Smith opened the front door.
“Can I help you?” she asked pleasantly.
“Yeah I’m looking for someone.” said a gruff voice.
The squib looked around the doorframe. She saw her father standing there. He had a heavy, rundown coat on over his normal clothes, his beard was tangled, and pink tinged his nose and cheeks from the cold weather outside. He was scowling, as if he didn’t like being in another’s presence.
He caught her gaze.
“Coralie!”
The girl pulled back behind the wall.
Mrs. Smith was about to say something but, she was pushed aside by the man entering her house.
“I daresay!” she said after him.
Charles Davids stormed into the kitchen. “Coralie Elizabeth Davids!” he yelled.
The girl backed into the table, moved aside, then bumped into Jaxon, who standing with his mouth half open.
“Charles!” said Mr. Smith, “What are you doing here?”
The girl’s father completely ignored the question, but advanced on his daughter.
“Have you been here the whole time? You should be back at the house, in the cellar, where you belong.” He said, his voice raising with every word.
“Davids!” cried Mr. Smith, “What are you doing?” he looked between the frightened girl and the towering man.
“You are coming home this instant!”
Coralie whimpered, and Jaxon moved protectively in front of her.
“I don’t think she wants to.” he said calmly.
“What did you say, boy?” Charles’s gaze turned on him.
“I said, I don’t think she wants to go with you.” He repeated.
“Who are you to say that?” he said.
“Why would she want to stay with you? I’ve seen the abuse you’ve done to her.”
Charles Davids seemed to be at a lost for words. The boy was about a head shorter than him, and much thinner. His father stood to the side, watching this exchange with a slight disapproving frown.
“Jaxon, don’t. You’ll only make it worse.” she whispered to him.
“I told you, I wouldn’t let him hurt you again.” he muttered back.
“You filthy squib.” he snarled at last, his eyes shifted back to his daughter cowering behind the boy.
“I knew I should have sent you to an orphanage the moment we found out you had no magical skills.”
“Mr. Davids.” said Mrs. Smith from the doorway behind him, “How could you say something like that?”
He continued to ignore the other two adults in the room.
“I let you stay in my house, and eat my food.” he continued.
“She’s your daughter, and you don’t take proper care of her.” Jaxon’s voice was now raising. “You beat her, and treat her like a servant! She doesn’t deserve that!”
“No, Jaxon, please stop.” the girl begged from behind him.
With out warning the man lunged at the two teenagers. Jaxon pushed Coralie aside, who fell onto the hardwood floor. The boy grabbed his wand off the counter, where he had left it before dinner, and shot a jinx at the man.
Charles dodged the spell and shot one back. It shattered a window above the sink, sending glass shards in every direction.
“No!” shouted Coralie, “Stop! Please!” Her efforts were fruitless and the two continued to fight. Glasses were blown apart, and the sink’s faucet was blown off. A fountain of water spewed from the hole and spread out of the floor.
The girl heard the light but frantic footsteps of Jaxon’s little sister. Her mum pulled her back into the hallway, out of danger, and tried to calm her down. Addy’s face was covered in tears as she saw what was happening.
Coralie was torn at the sight of the girl crying, and the boy fighting for her.
“STOP!”
The loud voice of Mr. Smith bellowed through the house. He had his wand pointing at Charles’s chest. He and Jaxon had the man in a corner. His wand had skitted on the ground underneath the table.
Mr. Smith dug in his breast pocket then pulled out what looked like a wallet. He flipped it open to the man. The man studied the license and ID in it.
“I work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in the Ministry of Magic. You, Mr. Charles Smith, are under arrest for misuse of magical power and Child Abuse.”
Coralie’s father’s mouth fell partly open.
“Stay out of my family affairs.” he said sternly.
“You will be taken to Azkaban to await a trial with the Wizengamot.”
“What? You can’t do that.”
“Yes, actually, I can.” he replied curtly. He bent down to pick up the fallen wand.
The man made to reply but was cut short when Mr. Smith grabbed his arm and apparated him out of the kitchen. K, Tell me what you think! 
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~o0o~ But there you were, standing in your own corner
Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine
We could be the best of friends I’m sure of it
But I’m too shy to cross this crowded room besides
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I’m not here, no one sees me
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I’m by myself, please excuse me
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