Solo Why not me

January 24th

Sundays had a pattern when Michael was growing up. You wake up, take a shower, get dressed up, and go to Saint Peter Catholic church. After his grandparents and him would pray for an hour. When he was younger, he'd just kneel till his grandparents were done, but as he got older he started to pray, too. Towards his ninth birthday, he prayed for his Grandparents health, of keeping his family as his grandparents seem to get sick more and more often.

A couple months after he turned ten, he prayed for an hour, plus some. He prayed for just a couple more years. His grandparents died two weeks later.

When he moved into his parents home again, not only did he have to learn to keep up with his wolfsbane potion intake, he had to change to an atheist household. His weekly prayers stayed hold for a couple months till he slowly lost what to pray for. He didnt know what he needed and he didn't know what he wanted and he didn't know what he was thankful for.

When he was at Hogwarts he made a routine of praying every Sunday before he went down to breakfest. That's what he was doing at the moment.

After he was done, praying for safety and security, he walked up the stairs, not having to wait long as the stairs seem to be in his favor. He walked in, sitting down and grabbing some food.

When the owls came, he was surprised to see his family, no his sister's, owl flying through the birds. He moved his things just in time for the owl to come, a letter tied to both his legs. He hooted impatiently, making the young boy giggle slightly. Michael untied them quickly, giving a treat to the bird even as it seemed to wait to leave. It took off as he read the letters.

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Dear Michael,

Hi, i just. . . Mikey, something wrong. Mom and dad have been to the ministry all month since Benjie was born. They've been talking about a place called Santana's place. I'm worried.

Sincerely,
Khole Jane

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Michael frowned, Benjie. . . Michael's eyes widened before he frowned. Benjamin Nathan Miller, he remember his mother saying that name in a list of baby names.

He swallowed to stop himself from crying. Why didn't they tell him his baby brother was born? Why didn't he get to come home and met him?

He looked over at the other letter, opening it slowly, knowing it was problary going to be bad news.

Dear Mic,

Mike, I've been trying to keep everyone from knowing, but. . mom and dad are talking about sending you away, i don't know what they're really saying or for how long, but they're talking about what to do about Hogwarts and everything. Owl me back when you can.

Sincerely,
Lily

Michael sat down the note slowly. He bit his lip, he knew what this met, it was only a matter of time really. He stood, stuffing the letters in his pockets as he hurried out of the hall, wiping his eyes quicky as he made his way to his dorms. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Why didn't his parents want him? What had he done to deserve this?

When he made his way to the dorms, he quickly grabbed the things he needed, and moved them to one of the empty dorm rooms. Without a second thought, he shut the door, only coming out to go to class.