It was the last day or summer break and Jocelyn sat on the couch, her knees pulled up in front of her, a book resting on them. She was already packed and ready to go so she could relax for the rest of the night, or so she thought. Something her mother had said the previous night had stuck in her head, causing a chain-reaction of thoughts. They had been looking at pictures, including baby pictures, and she had noticed the lack of any baby pictures to speak of in the days immediately following her birth. Her mother mentioned when she "brought her home" but had never mentioned the birth. When Joce had jokingly asked if she was as stubborn coming out as she was now, her mother sort of half-answered the question with a vague reply, managing to not actually answer the true question even in providing some form of a reply.<br/><br/>There was also the fact that she had been born not long after her parents were married, which wasn't terribly odd in and of itself, but upon inspecting the wedding photos, and not the head-shots her mother displayed that conveniently cut off her lower half, which had presumably been to hide her baby bump, but what Joce found was actually a lack thereof, which was odd, considering her mother would have been at least 5, if not 6 months along by that point. When she had brought it up her mother had kind of blown it off, hoping her daughter would drop it, but Joce was far too stubborn and curious for that.<br/><br/>As she sat on the couch she finally pulled her eyes from her eyes from her book when her mother entered with a photo album she'd never seen before, taking a seat on the couch near Jocelyn. Joce gave a curious look, closing her book and swinging her legs around so that her feet rested on the floor. "We should have told you this a long time ago, Joce." her mother hesitated before she opened the album and handed it to the girl. "We aren't your real parents. Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure who your father is. But your mother..." she hesitated as Jocelyn stared down at the pictures. "Is that... Lily Potter?" the girl's eyes widened slightly as she looked to her mother, who nodded. "She's... my mother?" she asked as she stared down at the pictures. "Yes." her mother responded. "I'm sorry we never told you. She gave you up because she was marrying James and he wasn't the father. She never said who it was, only that they didn't really get along and she feared he wouldn't accept you. What had happened wasn't planned, she didn't know what to do, but she wanted you to have a good home." she tried to explain.<br/><br/>Jocelyn swallowed hard as she stared down at the pages. "So I was a mistake? And an unwanted one at that." she mumbled the last part, fighting back the tears that threatened. "We wanted you, Joce." she took the girl's hand and squeezed it gently. "I should have told you, I just didn't know what to tell you, and I can't give you the answers you want. I just didn't want you to be hurt." she tried to explain. Jocelyn pulled away gently and shut the book, handing it back to her mother, not sure what to say. "I can't deal with this right now. I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with it." she stood up and disappeared up to her room where she spent the rest of the night.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The next day Jocelyn had gathered her things and the trip to the train station was a quiet one for the first time in a while. Her mind was preoccupied and she didn't know what to say, she wasn't even sure she had truly had time to wrap her head around the whole situation. Beyond that, the looming question now was who was her father, why hadn't he taken her, or did he even know she existed? She shoved down the thoughts long enough to say good bye to her mother and give her a brief hug before she got on the train, found a compartment, and tried to relax somewhat on the journey to Hogwarts. But no matter how hard she tried to relax, she couldn't get the thoughts out of her mind.