Being reincarnated fells strange. Like a rollercoaster when sleeping.
But you shouldn't expect me to know who or where I am, because not like
fanfictions, babys don't hear well until 6 months after birth.
And old memories are good, but with the thinking ability of a baby
that was worse than not having them. At least in the beginning.
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After a few months the world around me becomes clearer.
My family are actually the Tonks, so that's a big win.
I mean who doesn't want Nymph as a big sister; she's simply hilarious
even though she's four years older than me.
My new mom Andromeda is lovely, but I don't quite know how I should feel
about my father Edward (Ted). Don't get me wrong, he isn't bad, but I don't know
much about him, because he's the side character of a side character.
All in all, I love my new family.
We live in a small house in Oxfordshire on a hill above a lake outside Kennington.
Although I say it's small, I find it homely.
After entering the door there is a fused kitchen and living room area to the left
and a study in front. To the right are the stairs up to a bathroom and two bedrooms,
so I have to share one with Nymph if we don't extend the small attic that's accessible
through a hatch in the narrow corridor upstairs.
In the garden to the lake is a small tool hut.
At least that's what I am told. I mean really? Do wizards have a lawnmower?
You ask what I am doing?
Being cute and getting pampered or do you believe a baby can do a mana core?
It's not that I didn't tried, but try to feel something you haven't touched before
without knowing where it is and tell me how it feels. Hard ain't it.
But that changed on my third birthday.