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Shouldn't get detention for falling asleep.

So...you're the daughter of a Squib...and a Muggle?

A Squib and a half blood. A true half blood, with a Muggle parent. He left, my father did. I don't know much more than that.

Sometimes I wonder what would have been worse for me. Many seem to feel a Squib is so much worse.

Huh. Shit. Well. Certainly not as bad as it could be. Squibs are a result of mucked up bloodlines from way back when, I feel. Covered up, or lesser known Muggle intrusions, or something.

I think for a while my father thought I was going to be one. Then I nearly caught the living room on fire. So then after that they made me do readings and essays every week before school started up for me. I usually just drew pictures instead.

Maybe they are. But I wouldn't tell my Mum that. I already know I'm mud to them, she prefers to pretend otherwise, most of the time.

My Mum has me tutored during the summer. She wants me to work in the Ministry. Become successful and famous and all that.

It's rather selfish of me, but I'm not terrible fond of the idea.

Parents never give a shit about what we want in life, but we're forced to do what they want us to do. I want to be an artist, but that won't happen.

It's sort of tragic, I suppose. We're Slytherins, all about pursuing ambitions, but the ambitions aren't really ours. Most of the time.

...Right...

My ambition is to stay ~~alive~~ in my parents' inheritance.

My mother doesn't have much money. So...I'll earn it for her.

By what, working for the Ministry? I'm sure there are other ways to make more money.

...You don't understand my Mum. She gets an idea, and how she wants me to go about it, and that's that. She wants me in the Ministry. That's it. I don't have any say in it.

It's a silly thing to explain. People don't get it, I suppose.

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