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...A lot of weird things have been happening lately........

...Regularly, when someone uses the word "weird", they imply something is out of place. Something as such mail not arriving in time, or feeling ill all of a sudden. Such things can be described as "weird", yet they're everyday things that happen throughout everyday life. However, in this case, it's not like that....

...Nobody would expect an everyday family such as the Andersons. A mother; Helena Anderson, a daughter; Dorothy Anderson and some extended family. It was pretty hard for the family ever since the father of the family passed away....

...That's when the..."incidents" started occuring....

...One day Helena walked into her then seven year old's bedroom, finding the room completely flooded even though the plumbing was perfectly fine and it was not raining outside. The other day, she could of sworn she caught a glimpse of her daughter's favourite teddy bear moving. Another example would be Dorothy's least favourite jacket suddenly catching on fire out of the blue....

...Such incidents kept occuring throughout the years from time to time, both daughter and mother were starting to question their sanity. There was no logical explanation to any of this, and everytime she attempted to tell anyone she'd be called crazy....

..."I'm telling you, mum. I swear, the pillow was floating for a second!"...

...The worried Helena tried to explain to her elder mother on the phone. It had been four years since the day all of those incidents had started....

..."Are you sure it wasn't just falling? I don't recall you being such a dramatic person as a child, Helena."...

...The old woman replied through the device, her tone bored and grumpy. It made Helena sigh, sad to not find the reassurance she was longing for....

..."I don't know, mum, I really don't. Maybe I haven't been getting enough sleep lately."...

..."Oh, so you "haven't been getting enough sleep lately" for four years?"...

...Again, Helena only sighed, continuing to chat with her for a bit before officially ending the call. It had to be her imagination, what else could it possibly ever be....

...Although, someone thought otherwise....

...Some believe children aren't all that much, but eleven year old Dorothy was pretty bright for her age. She was aware that all the incidents weren't her mum's imagination, she was the cause of them all, after all. She had no idea about what was wrong with her. It wasn't normal, she knew that much. But it also gave off a weird feeling. It made it feel somewhat right..as if it was supposed to happen. It was as if it was flowing through her blood...

...Something such as magic, maybe....

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..."Dorothy Anderson, the address should be on the letter. Are you sure you can handle this?...

..."Of course I can! Leave it all to me, headmistress."...

..."Very well. Good luck, Madame Amare."...

..."You can always count on me. What kind of ex auror would I be?"...

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