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“Your father was a Ravenclaw.” Marissel Alvers said to her daughter as they navigated King’s Cross. “I expect nothing less from you. Best if we can make a Slytherin out of you, like myself.”
I’d like to be anything other than ‘like yourself.’ Remington Alvers thought to herself bitterly. Just over a month ago her father had passed, and her mother hardly shed a tear. Rem adored her father, she always had. Her mother, however...
“Perhaps you’ll meet some of my old friends’ children. It’s nearly time to start contemplating your future. Keep your eyes peeled for a handsome young Pureblood, Remington.” Her mother continued as they approached a wall.
She’d already been through this. She needed to be engaged to a Pureblood that her mother approved of before her seventh year. That’s how her own parents had been arranged. Rem’s father had told her that her mother had a softer, more caring side to her, but Remington had yet to see it. She didn’t want something similar to happen to her. She wasn’t marrying anyone that was less than she expected. Screw her mother; it was her life.
“Right, Mother.” She mumbled, not even flinching as they progressed through the wall and onto platform 9 3/4. “I’ll send an owl after my sorting.”
Marissel gave a sharp nod, “We’ll see just how capable your sorry excuse for a bird-”
“Don’t talk about my baby like that!” Remington snapped.
“How dare you-” Marissel began.
“I’ve got to go!” Rem said suddenly, taking off towards the train, leaving her mother behind without a goodbye.