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CECELIA-MARIE ROSIER WAS CURSED, to have a hyphenated first name. A name so long that she had trouble remembering it as a child. She always wondered what she did to make her mother despise her enough to name her Cecelia-Marie and her brother Evan.
No, Lady Rosier surely didn't hate Cecelia-Marie. Wizards and witches all across the Sacred Twenty-eight would argue that Lady Rosier adored Cecelia-Marie more than she did Evan.
The blonde-haired and gray-eyed teenager would argue that Evan had it easy being the second-born but the latter would say differently. It was like a game of wizards chess, unpredictable and based solely on one's perception.
Future Lady Cecelia-Marie Rosier was made for greater things and her future is brighter than one would think. She was the Knight, unique and unsuspecting in all circumstances. A gem that people overlooked because they fawned over the King and Queen. She was a mastermind.
But all masterminds have troubles and Cecelia-Marie was no exception.
The sound of knocking on her door pushes Cecelia-Marie to prop herself on her elbows, getting up from her sleeping position on her bed as she mutters a small 'come in'. Standing at the door was her younger brother, Evan who wore a sheepish but stressed smile on his face as she stood in his pajamas with a pillow clutched in hand.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asks from her bed as she looks at him, watching him nod as he gestures to her grand windows.
"It's Raining and there's thunder," he says, flinching as the roaring thunder sounds through the air. Cecelia-Marie sighs before making space on the bed, pushing the blanket away for him to tuck in.
The boy smiles widely as he walks fast to his sister, slightly jumping in his walk as he tucks himself in, waiting for his sister to also lie down so he can talk about his rather splendid day.
The girl groans as she notices the look in his eyes but he knows that there is a tiny smile on her lips.
"You cannot believe what Regulus and Pandora did today"
The night blues melted into an orange hue of sunlight that indicated the summer rays and new day. Evan had an arm wrapped around his sister, and another holding onto her little finger in hopes of calming down from the sounds of thunder the previous night.
Cecelia-Marie's eyes flutter open as the aggressive sunlight attacks her gentle eyes which force her to close them back. Feeling the arms of her brother trapping her she pushes him away, feeling a sense of satisfaction when she hears him groan in pain and mutter incoherent complaints.
The door to the room bursts open and Cecelia-Marie stares at her mother in frustration.
"Mother! You are meant to knock not barge" she reminds her mother, who ignores her futile attempt to argue for privacy as she paces around the room.
