Homeless (1)
Lisa opened the door and muttered, "This bitch better have some Valium left." Suddenly, a shriek had come from the kitchen, a woman's voice that screamed, "EXPELLED!?"
She sighed. "Guess not," she muttered, irritated.
Her mother had stormed up to her, holding her wand in her right hand. She was a tall, Vietnamese woman with a penchant for wine and had two piercings on both her ears. Her hair was black, just like her daughter's, and was tied up in a tight bun. Perhaps that was why she looked so pissed. She immediately yelled, "I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE ON YOUR LAST WARNING, AND WHAT'D YOU GO AND DO!?"
"MUM! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" she yelled back, with an incredulous look on her face.
Lisa's mother quieted somewhat. "You really thought that they would refer you to the Board of Expulsion without owling me first!?"
"The fuck do you mean expelled?" she continued, "I got suspended, thank you!"
"Suspended indefinitely!" she fretted.
"Yeah, indefinitely," Lisa hesitated slightly, "Meaning not for definite!"
"Meaning until they know what to do with you!" Lisa's mother reverted back to yelling. "THAT'S HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU'RE IN!"
"Fucking whatever," Lisa snapped back and rolled her eyes. "It's not a big deal, Mum! They always threaten this!"
"And what if they follow through!?" she threatened, pointing her wand at her daughter.
"I don't know! It's not even your problem, just fuck off!"
Lisa's mother replied in a strangely calm voice, "So I take it that you're not my problem either?"
"Definitely not," Lisa shot back snarkily.
"Fine!" her mother said, "As of tonight, you no longer live here."
"What?"
"You heard me," she said calmly once again. "Pack your shit, get out of my house."
Lisa scoffed and made towards the staircase to her room, "Go drink some wine, you're such a bitch when you're sober!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" she roared.
"Are you actually serious right now!?"
"Shall I call the wizarding police!?"
"Y'know what," Lisa said slowly and glared at her. "Do it!"
Her mother summoned a SpellePhone and began to dial numbers slowly, watching her daughter crumble under the pressure.
Lisa sighed and rubbed her temples, "Goddammit," and left the house without looking back.