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The front door shut with a soft click as the blond teenager closed the door behind him, leaving the cozy house and walking onto the small porch. He took a deep breath, taking in the cool night air as he scanned up and down the street that was being illuminated by a handful of streetlamps casting their sickly yellow light onto the deserted road in front of the house.”Bye Desmond, be sure to stop by again soon!”, a woman's voice called out from the house behind him, “See ya aunt Sarah!” Desmond called out behind him with a slight smile. Desmond always enjoyed visiting Sarah. She had always been nice to him ever since her sister adopted him into her no-maj family, and treated him as her own nephew. With the smile slowly fading Desmond placed a hand on the porch railing, vaulted over and landed with a soft thud onto the grass below.
“I don’t know why she tries so hard”, he muttered to himself as he admired the near perfect front lawn as he walked along the side of the house Aunts house. “Not like she’s gettin’ paid for it” he muttered as he made his way quickly across the street where the lamps didn’t shine as brightly. Desmond always had tried to not be seen at this time of night, considering this part of the neighborhood wasn’t exactly virtuous. A lesson he had learned very quickly after moving to his new home in St.Mave, California. After 15 minutes and a few dark alleyways, Desmond climbed up the ladder hanging from the fire escape of a slightly run down apartment complex.
Desmond unlocked the window and, as quietly as he could manage, lifted it open. He figured that his mom and her boyfriend had passed out drunk already but did not want to risk being caught sneaking back in. Desmond remembered the instance when he was indeed caught for the first time a few weeks ago, where Mike, the heavily tatted and usually drunk boyfriend in question, was awake and sober. From there Mike immediately began to accuse him of selling drugs and calling him a “Beta bitch-boy”. Although Mike wasn’t wrong Desmond was indeed a beta but hated being reminded of it, leading to Desmond kindly suggested that he go sit on his tiny self-righteous alpha dick. Thus, ensued one of the worst shows of child-like alpha dominance Desmond had ever experienced.
Desmond absentmindedly rubbed the spot behind his ear where Mike had hit him the night before. He climbed down from the window in the kitchen and suck into his living room where thankfully both Margret, his “Mom”, and Mike were snoring loudly. Desmond stopped briefly and stared at the women who had adopted him seven years ago. He didn’t dislike the woman as much as her boyfriend, but he did blame her for the way he had been treated over the past years. Since day one of her bringing home that loser he immediately took to using Desmond as a means of stress relief whenever that wasn’t a beer nearby. “Couldn’t you at least get a guy who hasn’t spent most of their life in the fuckin’ slammer for a change?” he grumbled more so to himself than Margret as he quietly made his way down the dark hall.
Making a stop into the bathroom for a quick glass of water from the faucet he glanced up into the mirror. His eyes snapped habitually to the eyes of his reflection; his eyes were always the first thing he looked at when he looked at his reflection. They were a strange shade of bluish-green that he assumed was due to either his mothers or fathers magical descent. Desmond’s gaze trailed upward, running his hand through his shoulder length, wavy honey blond hair pulling a dead leaf from it before he let his eyes wander across his physic. Being a beta had meant he had been born a little shorter and skinnier than his alpha peers, but that didn’t mean he was scrawny by any definition of the word, he was in fact quite fit which brought a self satisfied smirk to his lips. Standing at 5’7 he weighed every bit of 148 lbs. with very little fat on him. His sight eventually rested on a small dragon leather bracelet he had been told that his real mother had left for him.
Desmond had learned that his mother had died giving birth to him when he was around 7 or 8. Around that time he went from the Care of Orphaned Witches and Wizards circuit to the no-maj foster care system, within a handful of years, he landed here, permanently. In truth, Desmond knew why he had been adopted, it wasn’t out of kindness or even pity, Margaret had signed those papers with the promise of a few extra bucks being sent her way in the mail every month from the state. As Desmond stepped into his room, locking the door behind him, he chuckled at the thought of the apartment being a state funded piggy bank in hopes to make them prosperous members of society. “Yeah fuckin’ right”, he said to himself.
Kicking off his sneakers, Desmond settled into his bed and began to reread the letter with the long slanted writing. “Dear Mr. Creany, I am elated to finally be able to contact you officially. This letter is sent with the anticipation of us meeting face to face this coming Friday morning that we may converse over the possibility of your future prospect in the manners of your magical education...”. As Desmond finished mouthing the words ``magical education”, he let his head drop onto his pillow. “Is that actual ink on actual old timey parchment?” he thought to himself letting out a small incredulous chuckle as he scrutinized the letter once again. “Whoever this guy is, he HAS to be some type of nutcase to be writing like this!''With that thought he glanced down at the bottom of the letter and slowly read the strange wizard’s name aloud. “Albus Dumbeldor ''. Folding the letter and shoving it back up under his pillow, he turned on his side and began to fall asleep.