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caffeine princess ♬ lunchbox adventurer ❀ little rose
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Not His Girl. sa13+
SPOILER!!: disclaimer
The Harry Potter Universe, as well as its characters are not owned by, endorsed by, or associated with myself. All credit goes to the lovely J. K. Rowling.
SPOILER!!: Author's Note
Hello there! I'm Hannah, and this is hopefully soon to be my second completed fan-fic here on SS, the first being In Hiding! Erm, I also like pie and talking and various animals. SOOOO, hope you guys enjoy! Remember to rate && comment. Let ze show, BEGIN!
Lola Morgan sat at the window, facing out across their many acres of wheat. It had never occurred to her until just that moment that they had no reason to grow wheat, besides that it explained why they lived far from a real city. According to the muggle community, they were farmers. So perhaps it did have a purpose? It seemed like over the past few years the purpose of everything had been brought in to question. Only music gave her hope anymore. And it filled her ears with sweet numbness, momentarily taking all the pain away. How she longed for the pain to be taken away. How she longed for her little girl.
Looking down, the aged woman once more faced the small stone basin in her lap. Over the past months, the family's pensive had helped tremendously in wrapping her head around things, though it still gave no more insight as to what might have gone wrong. Some said time would tell, though Dr. Morgan was doubtful. Placing the tip of her wand at her temple, she drew from her mind a steady silver stream and dropped it gently to the basin.
The waters filled, becoming murky before sorting itself out into a vivid picture. There. Little Ciciliana at only four years old, playing with daddy's boots. She loved those boots. Giving a shaky half smile, the woman felt a tear roll down her cheek and drop into the basin. The memory was replaced with another, several years later. The girl was this time sporting her own pair of boots, bright red in color. Those boots were long gone by now, no doubt still on the feet of their owner. Cici never took those shoes off. Except to run around sporting no shoes at all.
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.
oh wow! this is great! and ooooh you! you totally did that on purpose! you got me all nervous about the end of the chapter, but then she glided slowly to the ground?!! Please keep posting! PAMS!
Not His Girl - Sa13+ 
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I'm Hannah, and this is hopefully soon to be my second completed fan-fic here on SS, the first being 
Remember to rate && comment. Let ze show, BEGIN! 
hopefully "time will tell" 
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