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Valentina Demusz
Status:
Pure-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
London, England
Function:
First year, Slytherin
Wand:
22,5 cm chestnut wood and dragon heartstring
A Lonely Letter
The 11-year-old Valentina woke to a silent house. She lay there in bed a few moments, her chestnut hair splayed across the pillow. Something felt off. Sitting upright, she listened closely for any sounds coming from downstairs before finally remembering that her parents had left. Something about a business trip. She didn’t remember or care, but this did mean Tina was left in the care of her family’s insipid house-elf, Posmy. She groaned and slid from the bed, mumbling as she fumbled sleepily with her slippers. The pale, skinny girl wore her characteristic frown as she made her way slowly down the elaborate staircase of her home. Although her parents were wealthy, she took all of it for granted, having never known anything apart from the privileged life. Being an only child, she’d never had to share and was rarely told “no” by her parents... when they graced her with their presence.

There was an envelope on a small table in the drawing-room. Curious. Valentina’s breath caught in her chest as she realized what it was. Tearing into the envelope, she hastily took out the letter. Hogwarts! The letter had finally come! “Mom-” she began to yell but then stopped. Her mother wasn’t there to celebrate with her. It was so unfair. This was one of the most important moments in her entire life, and she was completely alone. The sound of shuffling was heard across the hardwood floor. “You called, Ma’am.” Posmy stood patiently but flinched a bit at her young mistress’s expression. “No, I absolutely did not call for you. But since you’re standing there jabbering like an idiot, I might as well tell you. I was accepted into Hogwarts. You have to take me shopping now.” Turning on her heel, Tina proceeded back up the stairs.

As she dressed, Valentina let her mind wander. It hadn’t been very long since “the incident,” as her father had referred to it. One of the girls at the prestigious Muggle private school she attended had made the mistake of saying an impolite remark about her shoes. If there was one thing the young girl prided herself in, it was always looking her best. She took that quality from her mother, who certainly wouldn’t win any award for being nurturing, but she could be in the running for best-dressed. At any rate, Tina hadn’t appreciated the stupid girl’s smart remark and had pushed her into a flower bed. Only she hadn’t actually touched her. She’d been angry, flung her arms out, and the girl just fell over. That was the story she’d given the Headmistress of the school as well. The stubborn woman refused to hear reason and assumed she was lying, but her father had reacted differently. He saw it as her first sign of magic, and this had earned Valentina a rare embrace. 

Later, she'd heard her parents whispering about the Ministry and an Obliviator, something about memory erasing. It was really too bad. She wanted the girl and her haughty Headmistress to remember not to mess with her. Every day thereafter she'd checked for a letter from Hogwarts, waiting impatiently for the day when she could finally learn magic.

Once again, she felt a tinge of sadness that her parents had chosen this day to be away, but Tina pushed the feeling away before it could fully take form. She didn’t need them. She didn’t need anyone. She was a witch, and everyone who’d ever wronged her would soon be sorry.