Finally, the day has come, the rebirth of a dead branch of her family tree. Mariposa stood still as her mother brush her hair from her face, readjusted her glasses, and fixed the bows in her hair. “ This is our chance.” Her mother whispered, the woman's hands moved to rest on her daughter's holders. “ Remember my little butterfly, everyone around you thinks there better than us. ” Mariposa looked up at her mother, but she noticed that her mother wasn't looking at her or anything in particular.

With a shuttering breath, Mariposa replied “ I understand mother.” Tuthfuly Mariposa didn't understand, she didn't understand why her going to Hogwarts was important, but it was important to her mother so it was important to her.

Mariposas mother was a squib and disowned by her parents, Mariposa never met her mother's side of the family, she doesn't know her mother's maiden name, or if she had uncles, aunts, or cousins. And knowing her mother she would never know. Mariposa's mother was dead to her family and thus they were dead to her. But she was here, standing at the starting of what she had been preparing for, standing in the midst of holier than thou, muggles-bourn and pure-blood, witches and wizards alike. mariposa had to stop the fol look that almost graced her face, such a look would have been unbecoming of a little lady like her.Little lady it was something that she would hear from her mother all the time. ‘ I'm a big girl now ’ she had often repeated to herself in the weeks leading up to this.

“ Mariposa.” Mrs. Meadow broke the brief silence that hummed around the two of them. “ You're leaving to make me proud. To make history, to prove to the people who abandon us, who abandon me-- you'll have to prove them wrong. Mari, you will soon be stepping into an ancient hall, walking down the same corridors that my brothers and sisters walked down. ” Mrs. Meadows trailed off.

‘ This is the first time that mother talked about her family. ’ Mariposa wanted to hear more, she wanted to know more about her mother. Mariposa touched her face and then the ends of her hair, she looked just like her mother and if someone from her mother's side of the family recognized her as her mother what would she do? say no you must have me confused I'm her daughter.She shouldn't have such thoughts, it was greedy and unladylike. But was she being greedy? was she wrong for wanting more?

“ What house do you want me in? ” she asked, Mariposa would be in any house her mother wanted, shell live for her mother. Shell proves how great they were.

“ Any house would do, but remember...”

“ I love you.” Mariposa smiled and giggled as her mother kissed her cheek. Her mother's lips were warm and her long raven feather hair was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She would be alone now, she wouldn't have her mother over her shoulder helping her. s She stepped away from the woman and looked her mother in the eyes, Mariposa's light gray eyes and her mother's charcoal colder eyes meet.

“Don't worry mother, ill make you proud. I won't disappoint you I promise.”

“ Remember I only expect the impossible from you.”

With a rush of sadness, passing through the girl's mind, Mariposa surpassed a frown and waved goodbye watching her mother leave.

Knowing what had to be done she turned to face the collum that transported witches and wizards of all kinds from the mundane world to one of wonders. Her feet took off like a baby bird ready to leave the nest. That rush of adrenaline one gets while running - filled her with some source of adventure.
And she knew that something more awaited her behind this one wall she ran towards. And suddenly, she vanished like dust in the wind and appeared in a whole other station, which looked almost the same as the other one. Just more magical, appealing, and satisfying to observe.

This was where she would prove that, others was great but she was better.