✬ Daniella Coldglow and the Escape pt. 1 ✬

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First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1022551392 Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1030031540 Studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33628155 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1022551392 ✬ Daniella Coldglow and the Escape pt. 1 ✬ ✬✬ A YEAR LATER ✬✬ The sky was dark black, no moon showing. I didn’t know where I was, everything was passing so fast. I didn’t know how long I could keep running until my pursuer got to me. I couldn’t remember anything before this, I had just found myself alone surrounded by trees so tall it was hard to see the night sky. Not being able to see where I was going, I stumbled on a root and fell to the ground, scraping my knees and hands. A moment later, the air fell colder, and there was a burning on my shoulder. I screamed when I saw what was on my shoulder. A completely white, old and withered looking hand. Somehow, even though the hand was incredible cold, it felt like my skin was about to burst into flames. I screamed again and struggled against the grip of the hand. I woke up panting and sweating right on the edge of my bed. The lights in my room were on, and I could feel the stares my sister was giving me. I sat up to look at her. Tessa was sitting on her bed frame across the room from me, a large book on her lap. “You done? You’ve been screaming for the past..” she paused and looked at her watch. “Five minutes. Father’s gonna be annoyed.” “I can’t help it. You should know that. It’s not my fault, I swear. Hey, what time is it?” I asked Tessa. “9:48 A.M. I’m gonna get ready for breakfast.” She responded. “Alright.” I yawned. I got out of bed and brushed my short hair as well as I could in a matter of seconds. Then I changed into a white blouse and gray skirt. “Let’s go. I’m /starving/” Tessa said, running to the door and down the stairs. I followed a bit more slowly. “Dammit, can’t you stay quiet one night, Daniella? I’ve had to put up with that for more than a year, can’t I get one night of sleep?” My father said when I stepped into the kitchen. “Tessa, go get the mail.” He ordered. I cursed under my breath. /He says he has to put up with me for more than a year? He gives me even worse stuff all the time./ I thought, annoyed. My sister returned with the mail we had just gotten. I saw her eyes flicker with hope for a split second, then she controlled her gaze. My father was reading the daily newsletter and drinking a cup of coffee. My gaze flickered back to Tessa, and I saw her quickly slide 2 of the letters behind a vase that was next to her. “Nothing much important. Just bills and advertisements.” Tessa told our father, putting the mail down on the table in front of him. She made four waffles and put 2 on each plate. Then she handed me mine and walked back over to the vase. Tessa got the two letters extremely quickly and slid them both under her plate. She walked quickly up the stairs and entered our room. She put her plate on my desk, and I set mine next to hers. She nearly skipped to the door and slammed it hardly, locking it. “Sooo.. you know what time of year it is, right?” She asked as soon as she was sure she couldn’t be heard, sitting down next to me. “How could I not? It’s the day that..” I took a breath, keeping my voice from breaking. “That Mother died.” “Well yes, however, do you remember what had happened earlier that day a year ago?” “Oh my god, Tessa. What happened?” I asked, though I was sure what news she was going to tell me. “Weeellll…” Tessa began. “You remember that school for witches and wizards? More letters came in today. I know we were able to ignore them last year, but.. but something’s telling me we have to be there this year.” I sighed. I knew when my sister had a feeling like that, she was usually right. Neither of us could explain it, but whenever she felt like something bad or good would happen, it always did. “It doesn’t matter. You really think Father’s going to let us go to that school? And now that Mother isn’t here to defend us..” I said hesitantly. “I mean, we do have the window on our side, and Father has the television really high right now. He won’t notice if we just.. snuck out.” Tessa tried to convince me. For a moment, it seemed Tessa was proving a valid point. Then something else came to mind. “What about money? I mean, we’re required to have all the Hogwarts stuff like robes, spellbooks, etc. where would we get money like that?” Her gaze suddenly turned to one of mischief and something else I couldn’t quite distinguish. Without saying anything, she tossed me a small rustic gold key. Out of reflex, I caught it.