Happy birthday to you, Margaux... Solo

indexShe was alone. Again. She still hoped not to be for her birthday. Unfortunately, she is. She would have been fine.Margaux clenched the pendant that her mother had given her between her fingers. She had never had any special birthdays, but this one was particularly disappointing. She would have liked to celebrate with friends, having fun on this special day, when she was finally 12. But no.

indexShe thought back to the beginning of the year. Three months that she was there but she still had the impression of landing. The classes were not difficult, nothing was very complicated. It was just slow. Very slow. Too slow. Time passed without any flavor. The students she met every day were as uninteresting as possible. She who thought that Hogwarts would be a liberation, she had been very wrong.

'Happy birthday to you, Margaux...

indexMargaux sighed. What difference did it make, to be 12? Nothing. Everything was as bland as before. Father would be as absent, mother as boring, Thomas and Jake as stupid. Nothing would change. Just one more year since his birth. One year before his death. Yay.

indexSometimes, despite the promise she had made to her parents, Margaux tried to engage in conversation with other students, even if they were perhaps impure and therefore unworthy of her rank. Then at the last moment, she reconsidered, convinced that her parents were right. That these people were dangerous.

indexShe will receive several owls with gifts from her family during the day. She could guess in advance what it would be. A father’s pen, if he thought about it, a mother’s book, Thomas' idiocy, Jake’s jewelry. They weren’t very original. Margaux would have liked to have a friend who would offer her a gift that made sense only to them, a kind of private joke that would bind them. But she was alone. Again. Always.