So yesh, I am here finally with my first ficlet that took me a very long time to write. I blame thank Shan, Steph, and Grace they wouldn't let me quit. Soo this ficlet is about my main character Alexis when she was 7 and all these characters are mine 
We'll Wait
Rain. It had been raining all week in Manchester England. No not outside; for it had only been raining for a couple of hours outside. It had been raining all week in a little house. Inside the house was a young girl; about the age of seven with blonde hair and emerald green eyes. That girl’s name was Alexyna Faith Chosen; better know as Alexis. Standing beside a window in her room Alexis watched and waited. She had been doing the same thing for hours throughout the week. For once she was happy to see the rain; it meant that the weather was matching how she was feeling inside.
The young girl’s eyes scanned the sky for a sign, for anything. It felt like all her hopes were fading away. It felt as though her memories were also fading with them. It had only been a week but that week seemed like an eternity for the girl.
You see Alexis was born the middle child to a Muggle and a Wizard. Her father was away a lot because of his job and her younger brother…well he was a baby she didn’t care too much for him. So to her, her family only consisted of two people; her mother and her older brother (by three years) Tyson. However her mother basically meant nothing to her. She hated that woman, and she was sure that she would hate her for the rest of her life.
About three years ago everything started to change; it seemed like a normal day. Her father had just left a day ago and everything was pretty much…normal. Four year old Alexis and her older brother Tyson had been playing out side, like they usually did on sunny days. Everything had been fine until they heard they’re mother’s yell from inside the house. Rushing inside the children found their mother in Tyson’s room on the floor.
“TYSON DEREK CALVIN CHOSEN! How many times have I told you to never leave you’re toys on the floor? Do you want me to break my neck?!” She yelled again her green eyes flashed with rage.
Before the boy could even get a word out the woman had grabbed hold of his shirt and began to shake him. Not a soft gentle shake; but a shake like she was trying to get all her anger out. Back then Alexis never thought her mother could get so mad over a silly little thing like a fall, little did she know that, that little outburst was just the beginning of her mothers anger.
Alexis wasn’t stupid however, she knew how and why this whole thing had started. The day before her mother’s outburst she had over heard a conversation between her mother and her father. Her father had told her that he was different, that he was not normal, and that he was a Wizard. Of course Alexis didn’t understand what her father was saying. She had thought maybe he had hit his head. But then she saw something; her father had used magic. Her mother had said she’d been alright with that but Alexis knew the truth. She was definitely
not alright with that; in fact she was anything
but. Her mother liked normal things, she wasn’t controlling she just liked normal. Alexis’s father telling her that he was a wizard was defiantly not normal. He had also told her mother another shocking thing. That Tyson and her might also be magical too.
So Alexis knew why her mother did this. She hated them. She hated the fact that they weren’t normal. Or maybe she hated the fact that she was left out. It didn’t really matter all that mattered was that she hated them.
This all brought her back to where she was now. You see the abuse from her mother had gotten worse and worse. So bad that some of the things she did to them left scars. One day last week Tyson had decided that he had, had enough. He couldn’t take it and Alexis understood why. She knew how miserable he was because she was the same way. So he had come up with a plan, a plan to run away during the night. It had all happened so fast. Alexis knew she couldn’t go with him; she couldn’t leave the baby alone with that dreadful woman. So Tyson had left on his own. The bad thing wasn’t that he was gone. It was that she had not heard from him since he had left.
A shrill cry took Alexis’s gaze off the window. Walking away from the window the seven year old walked into the room right beside hers. Inside was a crib with a baby that was about seven month’s. Picking up the baby out of the crib Alexis sighed. This just showed how horrible her mother was. She was sure that the woman had left the house before she had even woke up. What kind of person left a baby with a seven year old? Walking out of the room with the baby Alexyna walked into the kitchen and took out one of his bottles that was fulled with milk.
“Here Lysander.” She said giving the baby the bottle.
“At least she left you food.” With that she walked back into her room with her little brother. Noticing that the storm was clearing up she sighed again.
“Tyson had promised he would write. But he didn’t.” She whispered tears filling her green eyes.
Tyson always kept his promises, maybe he was hurt.
Wiping her eyes Alexis looked back at the window. The rain had stopped complete and because of that she could see something in the distance. Before she had time to think an owl flew straight at her window stopping before it hit it. Putting her brother on her bed Alexis rushed and opened the window for the owl. She had no idea why the old was here but it was carrying something. An envelope. As the owl came inside it Alexis slowly began to take the letter off, as soon as she had done that the owl flew back out the window.
As she opened the envelope and opened the letter inside a smile appeared on her face. On the letter was one sentence:
Made it Lexie
Taped right underneath the letter with a lollipop. Picking up the baby again she couldn’t help but smile. She knew that it would probably be a long time until she saw her older brother again; weeks, months, even years. However that didn’t bother her because if she knew anything it was that Tyson
would come back he was the one person in her life that
cared.
“He’s gonna come back Lysander. But until then I guess we just have to wait.”