Daisy Taylor
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((I'm indulging myself and writing out the backstory for Daisy, Elsa and Charlie. Yep.))
The letter had been left on her doorstep. Not in the letterbox, but the doorstep. It was on some old looking paper, with her elegantly handwritten address and an official looking seal. Daisy was automatically confused by it, but being the first to see it, she'd swiftly picked it up and run in to her room - it was a little like a cupboard, really, but it was comfortable enough. Jumping on to her bed, Daisy carefully opened the letter and began to read.
Dear Miss Taylor,
You are formally invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Oh, surely that can't be real, she thought, resting the page down on her legs. Magic surely wasn't real, this just had to be an elaborate joke. "Besides, even if it was real," she whispered, "there's gotta be a mistake. I'm no witch. And even if I was, we couldn't afford it," she added, her face falling as she skimmed the letter. She didn't know anyone who would play this sort of prank, and scams typically came through via email, not post. Daisy sighed, letting the letter drop the the floor. She'd done some strange things she couldn't explain before, but surely that couldn't mean she was a witch. She was just dreamy, useless Daisy, only good for art and gardening. No future in that, she'd been told. Gardening, maybe, but only if she wasn't so lazy.
Eleven was shaping up to be a terrible year.
The letter was promptly forgotten until dinner time, where Daisy seemed even more out of it than usual. She picked at her food, which got her some strange looks from her mother - Daisy was normally a big eater.
"Daisy, what the hell's the matter with you?" her oldest brother, 23 year old Jack chimed in, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Uh. Um. I..."
"Spit it out."
"I gotta weird letter in the mail today. I thought it might've been a joke, but maybe it's not. I dunno." Awkwardly, she pulled the letter out of her pocket, where she'd stuffed it earlier, and uncrumpling it, she handed it to her parents, who looked it up and down, confused, and then looked back at their daughter.
"Who the bloody hell would've written that?" her dad asked, blatantly confused.
"Y-yeah," Daisy stammered, her face falling again. "Weird joke, right?"
"Now come on," a voice piped up - looking up, Daisy saw that it was her grandma, who'd dropped by to drop off a few things. "Youse all know Daisy's different - not in a bad way, petal - why wouldn't this be real? Why wouldn't Dais be a witch?"
"Mum," her mother piped up. "It sounds nice, but it sounds like a joke. Magic isn't real."
"And this coming from the girl who used sticks like wands and wanted to be a witch? I say it's real. I say we let her go."
"But she's only eleven...and it's in bloody New Zealand. How are we gunna afford bloody New Zealand?"
Her grandma had approached her, putting an arm around her.
"Dais. Ya wanna be a witch?"
She nodded. Of course she wanted to. It seemed to her now that it was almost like something she'd been born to be.
"And do ya wanna go over to New Zealand? If ya go, ya won't get to come back. Not often, anyway." Eleven, and she was leaving home! It was overwhelming.
"B-but how can we afford it?"
"We'll find a way. Do ya wanna go?"
She thought for a moment. Her family was all here, her home. And although she was the oddball, and didn't fit in, family was still important to her. What was her future, though? The local high school. Being picked on for being a big awkward girl who spent her time drawing and gardening. Taking a lousy job in a takeaway joint. Getting in with the wrong crowd. Dole bludging. Or...learning magic. She didn't know what would come from that, but it certainly seemed better.
"Yes. Very much so."
"Mum..." her mother began, looking pleadingly at the two of them.
"Go to ya room, Dais. We've got a lot of discussion to do." And with that, Daisy bolted out of the room and to her bedroom, almost crying. Faint sounds of argument could be heard, but she knew her grandma would win out in the end. She always did. Daisy smiled, for the first time in a while. Her, a witch! Things were looking brighter. She couldn't wait!
The letter had been left on her doorstep. Not in the letterbox, but the doorstep. It was on some old looking paper, with her elegantly handwritten address and an official looking seal. Daisy was automatically confused by it, but being the first to see it, she'd swiftly picked it up and run in to her room - it was a little like a cupboard, really, but it was comfortable enough. Jumping on to her bed, Daisy carefully opened the letter and began to read.
Dear Miss Taylor,
You are formally invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Oh, surely that can't be real, she thought, resting the page down on her legs. Magic surely wasn't real, this just had to be an elaborate joke. "Besides, even if it was real," she whispered, "there's gotta be a mistake. I'm no witch. And even if I was, we couldn't afford it," she added, her face falling as she skimmed the letter. She didn't know anyone who would play this sort of prank, and scams typically came through via email, not post. Daisy sighed, letting the letter drop the the floor. She'd done some strange things she couldn't explain before, but surely that couldn't mean she was a witch. She was just dreamy, useless Daisy, only good for art and gardening. No future in that, she'd been told. Gardening, maybe, but only if she wasn't so lazy.
Eleven was shaping up to be a terrible year.
The letter was promptly forgotten until dinner time, where Daisy seemed even more out of it than usual. She picked at her food, which got her some strange looks from her mother - Daisy was normally a big eater.
"Daisy, what the hell's the matter with you?" her oldest brother, 23 year old Jack chimed in, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Uh. Um. I..."
"Spit it out."
"I gotta weird letter in the mail today. I thought it might've been a joke, but maybe it's not. I dunno." Awkwardly, she pulled the letter out of her pocket, where she'd stuffed it earlier, and uncrumpling it, she handed it to her parents, who looked it up and down, confused, and then looked back at their daughter.
"Who the bloody hell would've written that?" her dad asked, blatantly confused.
"Y-yeah," Daisy stammered, her face falling again. "Weird joke, right?"
"Now come on," a voice piped up - looking up, Daisy saw that it was her grandma, who'd dropped by to drop off a few things. "Youse all know Daisy's different - not in a bad way, petal - why wouldn't this be real? Why wouldn't Dais be a witch?"
"Mum," her mother piped up. "It sounds nice, but it sounds like a joke. Magic isn't real."
"And this coming from the girl who used sticks like wands and wanted to be a witch? I say it's real. I say we let her go."
"But she's only eleven...and it's in bloody New Zealand. How are we gunna afford bloody New Zealand?"
Her grandma had approached her, putting an arm around her.
"Dais. Ya wanna be a witch?"
She nodded. Of course she wanted to. It seemed to her now that it was almost like something she'd been born to be.
"And do ya wanna go over to New Zealand? If ya go, ya won't get to come back. Not often, anyway." Eleven, and she was leaving home! It was overwhelming.
"B-but how can we afford it?"
"We'll find a way. Do ya wanna go?"
She thought for a moment. Her family was all here, her home. And although she was the oddball, and didn't fit in, family was still important to her. What was her future, though? The local high school. Being picked on for being a big awkward girl who spent her time drawing and gardening. Taking a lousy job in a takeaway joint. Getting in with the wrong crowd. Dole bludging. Or...learning magic. She didn't know what would come from that, but it certainly seemed better.
"Yes. Very much so."
"Mum..." her mother began, looking pleadingly at the two of them.
"Go to ya room, Dais. We've got a lot of discussion to do." And with that, Daisy bolted out of the room and to her bedroom, almost crying. Faint sounds of argument could be heard, but she knew her grandma would win out in the end. She always did. Daisy smiled, for the first time in a while. Her, a witch! Things were looking brighter. She couldn't wait!