Hendrik Van der Leclerc ♖ Hufflepuff ♖ First Year

The First Sparkxx────────────────────────
location; van de leclerc manor, shere (UK)
witness/es; papa and maman
age; four
just an inchident; read me or race me

Reducio

I’m having breakfast at the table with my parents, in the kitchen. I’m excited because today I’m going to Disneyland Paris, which I’ve never been before. My father has told me so much about it with such passion that I have been infected with the desire to go. I can’t help but get excited and it’s evident when I’m eating the cereal.

Everything seems fine. Until my mother calls me and sits in front of me. She has a funny expression that I can’t describe, I try to help her by giving her some of my cereal. My mother starts laughing and then crying. My father joins her with a gloomy expression, and I realize that something is strange. Am I in trouble?

After a few minutes, my mother takes courage and tells me that we can’t go to Disneyworld because problems have arisen that she cannot ignore. I’m confused. I’m conflicted and don’t know how to handle this feeling of anger. I look at my mother and ask her if she’s joking, but the answer I get is not what I want.

Angers grows inside me.

The anger increases as I try to wrap my head around the fact that I’m not going to Disneyland, and I don’t understand why. I don’t realize what’s going on because all I see is red. My heart beats so fast and my ears make a funny noise. My parents look around and see that the boxes are shaking, starting to erode.

In the moment I can’t hold it anymore, I start to cry with anger. The noises that accompany my cries are from boxes that start to be thrown like projectiles all over the kitchen due of the explosion that seems to match with the intensity of my anger. My parents try to hide under the table, and I’m not aware of what’s going on.

When I calm down, I realize what has happened. I see the whole kitchen made a mess, as if almost everything had been swept away by something. And my parents under the table. I look at them confused and they look back at me. When they realize there’s no danger, they start cleaning everything.

My father avoids looking at me.

But my mother? She’s looking at me with pride.