BOOK ONE OF THREE
My name is Cassiopeia Tabitha Meissa Smith, and this is the story of how I eventually fell in love with Sirius Black. Our story isn't exactly a short one, so sit back, buckle up, and prepare to read the beginnings of this train wre...
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*WARNING- THIS CHAPTER MENTIONS DEPRESSION AND DEALING WITH DEPRESSION*
Family gatherings are the worst. I don't care how amazing your family is, there will be a time during your annual family gathering where you have nothing to do and you realize how fucked up your family truly is. There's a time for all of us and if your time hasn't come yet, it will soon. One day, you will become self-aware.
At this moment, I have not just discovered this fact, but rather have known it for a long time. I'm just reflecting as I sit at the dinner table, listening to my aunt tell her story about how she almost chopped off a man's hand when he tried to kiss her. Honestly, that actually does sound like something I would do, but moments like these cause you to stop and reflect on your family and their true colors.
My cousin, Jacob, was sitting next to me. He was holding his fiancè's hand. On the other side of me was Erica, my other, less annoying cousin. To her left was Isabelle, my little cousin and Cygnus was sitting next to her. We had to be seperated from the adult table because we caused too much trouble. But we could still hear their conversations.
"Then, I told him to get lost and I accidently pointed my wand at the poor Muggle!" Laughs erupted from around the adult table. I leaned over to Jacob.
"I think they've had enough liquor," I whispered in his ear. He nodded in agreement and we took control of the situation.
"Ok, everybody. We're going to go outside now to entertain the youngsters," announced Jacob, standing up.
"Oh, be safe kids!" My Grandpa Henry said.
I nodded and pulled Cygnus and Isabelle outside. Jacob and his fiancé, Astrid, followed us. Erica came up at the rear.
I let Cygnus and Isabelle go run and play while I talked to Erica.
"You look pretty tonight," commented Erica, looking at my attire.
Now, I normally try to be a pretty modest person, but I have to admit, I looked really good that night. I was wearing a plain white strapless dress that was longer in the back than the front. I had painted my nails black and white for the occasion. I wore silver sandal high heels and bright pink lipstick. My hair was in soft curls that were cascading down my open back. As far as jewelry goes, I was wearing black stud earrings, my favorite ring, and a necklace with two silver arrows and one black arrow in the middle. It looked pretty hot on me, to be honest.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," I replied, smiling warmly at her.
Erica was wearing a flowery dress and a jean jacket over it. She had on pink lipstick and dark blue eyeshadow. Her hair was curled and had an intricate braid woven through the curls. On top of the braid was a black hair bow. Her shoes were white high heels. She was wearing pearl earrings and a silver ring.
I couldn't help but be slightly jealous of her looks. She was perfect in every way imaginable. She had the signature Smith-blonde hair and a perfectly curvy figure. She was taller than me, like every other person on this Earth, and had magnificent long legs that were slender. Also, unlike me, she was actually able to tan, so she always looked like she had just stepped off of the beach. Several people in my family had the natural ability to look tan. I'm so obviously adopted in this family that I'm surprised that no one has asked about it yet.
