Post by Nadia Fairchild on Nov 22, 2010 22:20:20 GMT -5
The girl was nervous and excited, and it showed. She was walking briskly up the path, wheeling a large suitcase behind her. She had no idea what would happen when she got there. Would someone be outside to greet her and show her where she was going, or would she be expected to find her own way? She had the acceptance letter clenched in the hand that wasn't dragging the suitcase, and every so often, she got a face full of paper when she pushed her glasses back up her nose.
Maybe it would have been easier for Nadia if she'd just put the stupid thing in her pocket, but the thought hadn't even occurred to her. It wasn't like she didn't have enough stuff to carry anyway. One suitcase on wheels stuffed with clothes and uniforms, one backpack full of school supplies (would they make fun of her for using muggle pens and paper?), and one broom, tied to the suitcase securely. Nadia had thought about flying up from the village, but when she started flying, sometimes she got carried away, and she didn't want to do a barrel roll, and like, shower the campus with her laundry.
As she neared the castle, she slowed. She didn't see anybody, but she wasn't really looking. Her attention was focused on the large main doors. Nadia had a pretty one-track mind. Once she got fixated on something, it didn't matter what else was going on, she just didn't notice it. This had resulted in a few embarrassing situations, but it had also made Nadia the kind of person who laughed hysterically when she fell on her butt, rather than one who blushed and ran away, or whatever normal people did. Did the term 'normal people' even apply to wizards? Nadia supposed it must, because doing magic didn't mean you weren't a person.
She faltered in front of the doors. They looked big. Like, really big. Would they even open for her? She gave an experimental tug. Not really a hard tug, just to see if the doors were as heavy as they looked. They were heavier.
Maybe it would have been easier for Nadia if she'd just put the stupid thing in her pocket, but the thought hadn't even occurred to her. It wasn't like she didn't have enough stuff to carry anyway. One suitcase on wheels stuffed with clothes and uniforms, one backpack full of school supplies (would they make fun of her for using muggle pens and paper?), and one broom, tied to the suitcase securely. Nadia had thought about flying up from the village, but when she started flying, sometimes she got carried away, and she didn't want to do a barrel roll, and like, shower the campus with her laundry.
As she neared the castle, she slowed. She didn't see anybody, but she wasn't really looking. Her attention was focused on the large main doors. Nadia had a pretty one-track mind. Once she got fixated on something, it didn't matter what else was going on, she just didn't notice it. This had resulted in a few embarrassing situations, but it had also made Nadia the kind of person who laughed hysterically when she fell on her butt, rather than one who blushed and ran away, or whatever normal people did. Did the term 'normal people' even apply to wizards? Nadia supposed it must, because doing magic didn't mean you weren't a person.
She faltered in front of the doors. They looked big. Like, really big. Would they even open for her? She gave an experimental tug. Not really a hard tug, just to see if the doors were as heavy as they looked. They were heavier.