Bell title, Bell opinions. solo Finished

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Oakleigh had been requested to head to her family's house. Well, her grandparents. Her father, unable to deny, let Oakleigh go solo. She had never spoken to her father's side of the family. With a deep breath and a strong soul, Oakleigh knocked on the grand door of the manor. A house elf answered the door, letting Oakleigh in. She thanked him. Was she speaking a foreign word? She looked in awe around the house. It was huge! Crest's lined the wall, wizard paintings and tapestries. The people whispered to each other through the portrait frames. Oakleigh was unable to hear them. She was ushered by a different house elf to a grand room. Above the room was a carved wood sign. It seemed old and worn out.

Teaghlach Bell Airson gaol Seiðr.

Bell Family For the love of Seiðr. Seiðr? what the heck was that? She shrugged and entered the room. In the middle of the room was a long table. Awaiting her at the end were two older people. Still young, but not quite old. The woman had purple and blue hair, clearly dyed to keep the grey from showing. The other, a man, had grey hair and a slight beard. This man looked identical to her dad. Just old.

Windows lined the walls, causing light from all angles. Everything was ethereal. She walked to the table, trying to look presentable. She assumed they were her grandparents. She stood a few feet away from them, not wanting to get too close. She kept her hands clutched in front of her, trying not to fidget. She could feel her spider, Didymus, moving in her hair. Luckily he was hidden. He was her support for this dangerous event.

"Marie, take a seat." The woman gestured to a chair. Marie? That wasn't her name. Well, it was her middle name. Nonetheless, she sat down. "Um, my name is Oakleigh. Ay don't go by my middle name."

"I'm aware. Oakleigh is a disastrous name. Well, the spelling. Oak-l-e-y would be fine. Marie will have to do." Oakleigh just stayed quiet.

"I am your grandmother, Mary." She pointed at the man beside her. "And your grandfather, Dave." Her Grandfather Dave just nodded his head politely. Man, Mary really must've been the one in the pants. Or he was scared of her. She'd bet the latter.

"I'm only saying that because it's polite. You will not be calling us that. We are strictly Mary and Dave to you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Madame." She mumbled.

"Yes, what? Speak up, dear. Mumuring will get you nowhere in life."

"Yes, Madame." Oakleigh repeated, her voice clear this time. A little harumpf of approval escaped from her grandmother.

"Now, we do this with everyone of our... childrens children." Childrens children? Y'mean grandchild? Well, Oakleigh wasn't that I suppose. "Your brother was the first, as he was oldest. Now, Marie, it is your turn. We couldn't do this last year before your actual first year, but this will have to do. Now, we will make it clear to you who you really are. Your family." Great, family history. She wanted to hear about up tight Pure bloods.

With a snap of Mary's fingers, a house elf came running in with a huge case, placing it on the table. Mary shooed the being away quickly, almost slapping him in the face. Now she understands why they weren't used to polite words. The woman opened the case, taking out a wand handle.

"This is always handed down to the next woman in the family. If your father married a decent woman and not that mudblood of a woman you call mother, it would've gone to her." Oakleigh didn't have the guts to stand up to this woman. She was scary. "Well, Nonetheless, it goes to you, Marie. As you are the next woman in the family who deserves it. Well, I guess. You are our blood." She handed Oakleigh the wand handle. It was made out of smoothed clear quartz. It was beautiful.

"Wow, this is beau-" "Ah, buh buh. I'm not done speaking." Oakleigh shut her jaw. Okay, she'd shut up.

Mary took the wand handle out of Oakleigh's hand and put it back in the trunk."You'll get this once you graduate and prove you're a worthy enough witch. Being half... mudblood, your magic might not be deserving." Oakleigh just nodded. This woman made her feel so small. Did this woman not love her grandchild? It seemed so.

"Now, Marie, I figured out you were Ravenclaw, so this is yours." She grabbed a golden pin, one you put on a shirt collar. Holding it out to Oakleigh, she could see what it was. An expertly crafted golden pin with a bronze letter R on it. Blue detailing was added here and there. "It's yours now. Keep it safe." Mary practically shoved it into Oakleigh's hand. She grabbed it with her hand and pretended to scratch behind her ear. In reality, she was giving it to Didymus to hold in place with his web that he was making in her hair. Once she knew he grabbed it, she put her hand down, pretending to put the pin inside her pocket.

"Now, do this family proud unlike your father and brother. Disowned those two are. You however, Marie, I have high hopes for you. I believe you'll be a great asset to the Bell Clan. One of the elves will lead you out. I'll speak to you again when you take your OWLS. Good day."

With that, Mary and Dave left the room. One elf came in to grab the chest which was closed up, another to lead her out.

This elf took her a different way than she entered, but she didn't mind. They walked past a few images, standing frames she saw on tables. Oakleigh stopped and stared at a table. Muggle images. Ones of her and her siblings as small children, no more than five years old. Despite being self-centered Pure-Bloods, they still accepted her. Oakleigh smiled softly, knowing that she wasn't all that hated by them. As she walked away from the portraits and exited the manor, she was left with a sense of both dread and relief. She had to prove her grandparents wrong. Yet at the same time, they loved her all the same.

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Notes: Reducio The only interaction between Oakleigh and her grandparents as of now.

Date: Reducio July 17th, 2024.

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