June 15th, Morning, Wilson Family House.
- Calder, I want chocolate.
Mom, I got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen.
- Kool, hurry up, I can't wait any longer.
'Running! I shouted.
When I went up to her and handed her a piece of chocolate, I got a very interesting answer:
- I don't want chocolate anymore. Bring me ice cream.
- Oh, well. Wait a minute, - turned on the spot, headed towards the kitchen. For today it was the tenth entry. If not more
- And bring the fish!
Once more I sighed, I accelerated. One may wonder, what is actually happening here? The answer is simple - I was left alone with a pregnant mother. My dad's been called to work, so I have to take all the hits.
Not more than a day has passed since my arrival home, and I have already integrated into this everyday, but therefore no less warm atmosphere. The cosiness of home, the warmth of my parents, the home walls - all this worked on me relaxing. No need to hide from anyone, no need to hide anything from anyone, and I can also train as much as I want.
Well with the last I bent. I can train only when mom is engaged in something. The rest of the time I prefer to be near her. The pregnancy process was quite interesting, especially when viewed through the lens of magical perception.
In the womb there was a small source of aura, from something ambiguous, but from that no less «bright». Already I can say that my future younger cousin has beginnings of a magician. On the one hand, it's good - magic is incredible on its own, on the other - another pile of problems. Now it will be necessary to prepare him or her for admission. To teach the basics, to lay the foundation for future growth. At first it may not seem like a very difficult task, but it is much more difficult. Try to keep the child in one place for half an hour, and preferably an hour. From now on, this task looks much more difficult. This is just the beginning...
I wouldn't say I didn't expect it. No, I had this idea when I was a child. My parents are young, full of strength. They still have plenty of time to conceive another baby. He could have been a magician, and if you think about the rituals that we do regularly, there was no question about that.
After going to the kitchen and taking «ordered» dishes, he quickly went back until my mother changed her mind. He gave her a bucket of ice cream and a bowl of fried fish and headed for the garden. That's what she'll be doing for at least the next hour, and if you think about the start of her favorite show, which she used to hate... I have about two hours. Thank you, Father, for such a valuable gift - Mom's schedule.
Sitting on the soft grass, under the canopy of the trees, I breathed fresh air. And you can not say that nearby is a passing part, and the fact that this corner of wildlife, lush life, is in the city.
Closing my eyes, I once again immersed myself in meditation. Passing the «outer» manu through the seventh shell, thereby making its own, let with not very great efficiency, I directed it into my body, gradually filling it with magical energy. Although my body is accustomed to maneuver, and with it the channels, but recent events have shown - it is too early to stop. Only diligence and hard work can get me what I want.
When I got home last night, I spent all night thinking about the situation, and I came to the conclusion that there was nothing I could do about it. From the beginning of the year I noticed not typical behavior of Potter, but strongly focused on this did not. Apparently, I did it for nothing. His actions against Hermione and Ron prove it.
I wanted to send a message to the teacher and report on Peter's actions, but she was ahead of me by sending me a letter that told me about the incident. According to her, that's why Hermione was in the hospital wing all week, under the watchful eye of the teacher. Oh, she knows everything. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew the identity of her attacker...
Now I just have to stay prepared for the expedition, and after it there will be a school. Then I decide what to do and how to react.
Two weeks in the family circle was like a flash.
Just two days after I arrived, my mother was taken to the house where she gave birth the next day. A boy and a girl were born.
My shock at the time could not be conveyed in words. Now it is clear «duality» of the aura, they were just getting better at each other. I spent a long time in recovery until I heard my father laughing with my mother. Looking at them, I realized that they knew about the twins, where they did not know, because the doctors. And they told me nothing. Well, nothing, I will remember it to them.
In the hospital, my mother lay for five days. Childbirth passed easily and there were no complications, as she and children. Maybe it's the rituals, maybe not. But I can tell you one thing - Mom's much healthier now than she was before, so we moved the baby around a lot better.
Mother's arrival home was filled with joy and happiness, as well as the crying of the little ones. Already now they were acting like restless children. They laughed and cried. They didn't want to sleep in any. Well, nothing, that's my revenge on my parents. This is so special that I was silent, and if I cried, it was only for business. Now they're gonna have to worry about ten times more. It must have been something on my face when my father started worrying and looking around at that moment.
Outwardly, the toddlers were very similar, you can't tell which one of them is. The boy was named William and the girl Chloe. Will and Chloe are two little generators of positivity and happiness in our family.
I even managed to hold them in my hands. Chloe immediately calmed down and tried to look at me with all her eyes, although she can't see normally now. Wil didn't want to be in my arms. He was pulling all his limbs, crying into his voice. He didn't seem to like me very much.
— Ha-ha-ha, my mother laughed in her voice after seeing the reaction on my face to this event. Don't worry, son. 'But Chloe loves you,' she tried to support me, but at the end she laughed again.
In connection with the birth of children, the father took a month off to at least initially help his mother. So the last days we spent in a full circle of the family. But it could not last forever. It was the first of July.
July 1st, Early Morning, Wilson Family House.
The morning was unusually sunny. Birds sing, the sun's rays play in the reflection, rustling leaves in the wind. A beautiful and calm morning. It's good for family.
From this morning our house was filled with noise and chatter. The younger ones woke up demanding attention to themselves, my mother once again tries to talk me out of the trip, my father silently supports her, but I only smiled sad.
— Sorry mom, I said again. I told you I couldn't just give up on the trip. 'In the magical world with this very strictly,' I told her the pure truth, omitting a few details.
- But Kol, what if you... - again a new circle. How many times has this happened?
- Mom. You know I'm not changing my mind, so let's just have breakfast again. And then I'll leave you.
- But... she wanted to object again, but at the same moment her father's hand lay on her shoulder. Darling?
He shook his head at her question:
- Don't. We've been over this.
When she looked at him, and then again at me, she just laid her shoulders down. I'm sorry.
Breakfast was held in a slightly depressed atmosphere. It seemed nothing serious, but the emotions were so sad.
After having breakfast, I went up to my room and took my bag of things. Looking back at the room once more, I went downstairs.
- Already?
- Yes.
Having embraced my mother and kissed the younger ones goodbye, my father and I went outside. Having sat in the car we went to London.
In the window the scenery was changing smoothly. The sun rose higher and higher. The sky was clear, not a single cloud.
All the way we were silent. There was nothing to say. Everything was discussed a long time ago. Even somehow it became sad on the soul, but the new horizons still drew me.
'Here we are,' said Father, slowing down at the entrance to the Pot of Holes. 'Have you forgotten anything?
- No.
- That's good.
We stopped. A minute later, I started getting out of the car, but my father's voice stopped me.
- Calder.
- Yeah?
'Whatever it is, be careful. We worry about you,' said Father in a voice filled with excitement and love.
'Don't worry, Father, I'll be fine. I'm much older than I seem, 'smiled back at him.
Good luck then, he tried to smile.
'Don't make that face. Don't send me to war,' I grinned. And when I turned my back on him, I said, 'Bye, Dad.
Don't look back, I pointed my feet to the pub. Ahead of me is another journey, filled with something unforgettable.
However, I should not forget that I will always be waiting at home.
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