When the truth is revealed Finished

Solo RP
Martha's clothes: a grey wool sweater, black jeans, white sneakers, hair gathered in a hairless bun.
Weather: rainy and stormy.

October 21, 2021, at 18:00
Martha couldn't take it anymore. That's why it wasn't surprising to find her on her bed crying hot tears. The poor girl was living hell right now, and had been for several years.
She didn't know what was happening to her, but it was serious. She was a monster. It was safe. At first, she did not believe this frightening revelation, but by hearing this word come out of the mouths of people who crossed her, she had finally been persuaded.
Yes, she was a paranormal person. Weird. And even creepy. She didn't know why she was like that, but there wasn't much to know.
She had powers. At least, that's what she told herself to understand what was happening to her. Yes, this story is completely crazy, but you had to believe it. Martha had powers.
At first glance, one might think that he was a completely ordinary person. But by digging a little deeper into his personality, we realize our mistake.
When she got angry, she lost control of her emotions, and... Everything turned into a nightmare. She was the monster of this nightmare, more precisely. Yes, all kinds of adventures happened to him.
She set fire to a cap.
It created a small tornado.
And the people who witnessed those scenes called her a monster. The worst part was that she didn't tell anyone, not even her family.
Martha sobbed again when the door to her room opened, and her parents entered, to find a place next to their blonde.
"Who is it, honey?" asked his father, worried.
Martha simply shrugged her shoulders, before burying her face in her elbow.
"Martha, answer, you know you can trust us," her mother insisted, hugging her. "You're our daughter, after all."
"I'm a monster," Martha sighed, crying louder.
His parents widened their eyes, like automatons controlled by a remote control.
"Why do you say this horror about you?" asked his father.
So Martha decided to tell them everything, from beginning to end. Those endless migraines, those flames that came out of his hands... tout. And, strangely, his parents didn't laugh.
"We believe you, Martha," her mother said, smiling at her. "And, I think it's high time for us to tell you everything, too."
Martha raised her eyebrows, then her mother left in a shocking tale.
She explained to him that she and her father were wizards, and had studied at a great school of witchcraft called Hogwarts. His father took over, explaining that there were four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, before adding that he had gone to Gryffindor and his mother to Ravenclaw. He also said he hated Slytherin.
"But then, why did you hide the truth from me? Did you know that I felt different, terribly different?" asked Martha.
"We are terribly sorry, my dear," said her father. "We hid the truth from you to protect you. But you are grown up now, and you have the right to understand that you are a witch."
The young blonde couldn't believe it. She was a witch. For real. And it was amazing.