Meeting her

Freak walked through quiet street, his steps barely made a noise on his way to the park through the dark night.

Each step carried uncertainty, he didn´t knew where to go, this was the first time he got kicked out of the house.

He walked aimlessly for a while until an idea hit him.

He could go to the park, that was a safe space.

He usually went there to hide from his cousin, which always made him feel bad.

He shouldn´t hide from Cousin Dudley, he was punishing him, and he deserved it, and running away should mean more punishment

When he was half way there, something shocked him, there was a lady with beautiful short blonde hair and strange robes, fighting a sort of giant dog.

The lady was dodging attacks by using some sort of power to create mandalas which she was using to avoid getting bitten off, by jumping from on to the other .

Seemingly getting tired she hit both of her hands together and separated one.

The floor instantaneously reacted and some earth spike formed trying to pierce the giant dog.

The dog jumped forward trying to escape from the attack, something he almost accomplished, if one of the spears didn´t pierce through his left leg.

Howling in pain the dog got way more aggressive, something the blond wasn´t expecting.

The blue eyed lady jumped away and began moving her hands in strange formations.

Two mandalas began to manifest on her hands, while the dog went on the offensive.

Being just a meter the away the lady also rushed towards her opponent and showing great skilled she dodged the head of the dog who tried to bite her, and using one of the mandalas cut the dogs head off

Freak stood there, trying to realize what was going on, his head jumped through thought to thought.

Yet one always came.

´Magic, magic... exists?´

When he reached that conclusion all the mental fog came back and with that pain. Lots of it.

He couldn´t help but scream.

This was worse than even Uncle Vernon´s beatings.

He felt like he was being stabbed constantly, he couldn´t help himself but pass out.

........

Monique was tired, really tired.

She just fought against two demons and a hell hound, she sometimes regretted her decision, it was not easy to be a sorcer, but this was her dream, protecting others, helping them, keep the whole world save.

To keep children safe.

Most importantly, those in need.

So when a kid, clearly malnourished, in pain and full of bruises she didn´t think twice before she got the kid to her house.

The blonde woman lived not that far away, besides distance doesn´t matter to a sorcer, or at least an accomplished one.

All it took her to reach her house was a simple wave of her hand and some concentration, and a portal appeared to her house.

She lived in a fairly modest house, magic is not a way to make money, or at least not a massive amount.

She put the kid to bed, and prepared some tea.

What? She may be a sorcer, but tea was addicting to even them.

She was first a British citizen and then a sorcer in that regard.

Mid way through preparing the tea she heard some commotion coming from the spare bedroom, where the kid lied.

As she reached the door, she saw the kid completely awake and looking at her blue eyes with those piercing green eyes, with a color that reminded her so much of life, and life energy. She felt like she was staring at a forest full of nature.

The kid broke eye contact to grab his head, he had a really strong headache.

"Please wait a second" She went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, the tea wasn´t done yet. "I´m sorry I forgot to bring you some water, how are you child?"

The kid stared at her, with eyes full of astonishment. "You are a freak" spoke the child completely ignoring the question which he was being asked

"Child, I understand that you´re not feeling right but that´s not something nice to say"

"But you´re a freak" She was ready to go full mode master sorcer on him but she was interrupted before a single sound came out of her mouth. "I´m one too, miss"

"What do you mean child?" She was tensed up, for a kid to say that, full of confidence about that. She was preoccupied, she had a soft spot for children and more those who seemed that could be snapped at half if she breath too hard.

"That what my family says, I´m a freak"

Now she is sure to go full sorcer, but this time, on that family, how the hell do you call a kid who couldn't be older than five a freak? Oh she feels so sad she didn't study dark arts, she was sure that that curse, the one which was barely dark magic, the one which curses the target to feel pain wherever they even think about something.

"You´re not a freak child"

"I´m not a.. frea-" He couldn´t finish the sentence as another scream come out of his mouth, as the fog came again.

Again his head felt like he was being stabbed, but this time he also felt that his brain was being punched by a boxer.

Monique used her magic to cast a handy spell which was used to cure even the highest migraines, but it was useless, it seemed like his head was being tortured by something else, it seemed like whatever was happening was outside the normal spectrum, so there was one answer which came to her life, it must be, magic

She now casted a spell used to detect magic, and what would you expect but what it was

A block?

Someone put a block on the poor boy.

And they seemed to be quite strong, well a little strong, at this point she is gaslighting herself, the blocks were the strongest ones she ever seen, and there was only one spell which could break them, but it would mean that the poor boy would suffer more, so she wouldn´t d-

The boy let out another blood curling scream, and her mind was now set.

'Ok let´s fu- I mean frick these blocks'

"Blokiraj ništa, uništi na svom putu, sve što drži um praznim" she said as she did three waves of her hands, as blue energy seemed to come out of her hands on small accounts.

'I hope you remember somethings, child'

Taping his forehead with both of her hands Monique sighed, she was tired, and wasn´t the only one, because as soon as her hands touched him, he passed out.

Thinking she was finally done, she went to her bedroom but at thought came at her at blinding speed.

'THE TEA'