Post by Punky Brewster on Aug 22, 2010 14:18:31 GMT -5
Being a new student, generally speaking, sucks.
Being a new student at a school of magic generally sucks a little bit more.
Being a new student at a school of magic when you're trying really hard to hide the fact that you're a Squib pretty much sucks the most.
Being a new student at a school of magic when you're a Squib who has been gone for a year and is now that much further behind, well, that's enough to reduce one girl to her present state.
Punky Brewster sat at the very end of the long Slytherin table, slowly banging her head repeatedly against the stone tabletop. She had just arrived back at the school after a year's leave of absence while her distraught parents hoped that her "delayed magical abilities" might suddenly kick in. After a screaming match with the tower door who refused to believe that someone "like her" could possibly belong in Slytherin, she had left her things in a heap in the dorm and made her way as invisibly as possible to the dining hall, where the enchanted tables didn't seem to deem her someone for whom they were obliged to provide food.
"Please. Just. Give. Me. Food," she mumbled in time with the beat of her forehead on stone, as though her hopeless pleas would sway the impersonal enchantments at work.
She paused for a moment to stare down the unresponsive table before resuming her penance. She mumbled ironically to herself,
Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 23, 2010 16:14:57 GMT -5
"The table won't ever serve you food after that kind of abuse," a young woman remarked as she took a seat next to the slightly masochistic student.
Most of Firefox residents would have had a difficult time recognizing the woman seated at the table as the head nurse. Unlike her usual healer's robes, the muggle attire contrasted sharply with the dark circles that underlined her usually bright eyes. Sporting an Oxford University T-shirt and jean shorts, Rezna looked more like a student than she had during her own stint at Firefox. A very tired, overworked student, and the school year hadn't even started yet.
It had been ages since the nurse made an appearance anywhere but the hospital wing or green houses. Today, though, she prescribed herself a mental-health-day and was determined to escape her troubles for as long as possible. And what is the best medication for a bad day? Sugar and caffeine.
"Cappuccino with extra cream and two sweet rolls, please," she stated plainly, and in seconds, a steaming mug and a plate adorned with two sugar-coated, freshly-baked rolls appeared before her seat. It wasn't the usual student's meal option, but luckily the staff got special allowances.
"Can I get you anything? Anything you wish, as long as you promise not to tell the Headmaster I'm abusing my privileges," Rezna offered with a smile and a wink.
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Punky Brewster on Aug 23, 2010 21:58:17 GMT -5
Punky had a bit of a socially awkward streak, but she hid it well, or at the very least well enough to know that when someone sits down beside you and addresses you, it's time to stop beating your head against a table. Common courtesy and all that.
Even so, it was hard for her to jump for joy at the prospect of interacting with someone so obviously magically adept, nice as this person seemed to be. Social interaction was much to be preferred to her previous occupation, though, and also held the hope of food.
Punky turned her head to the recently-arrived witch with a sardonic expression. "It's been a bit of a long day." Her drooping demeanor betrayed the vast understatement. "And I could really go for just a good PB&J sandwich. Two, if you're buying," she joked.
Even after living around magic from near-birth, Punky still nursed a sense of incredulity at common occurrences such as two perfect PB&J sandwiches appeared on the table before her, complete with a tall glass of lemonade, even. Her stomach growled just looking at it, and she was half-way to her second bite before her manners caught up with her.
"Thanks! You have no idea how much I needed this." She pushed a stray blonde lock from her forehead with the back of the hand unoccupied with sandwich. She swallowed another bite, studying for the first time the face of her new companion. It seemed familiar ... "I'm Punky, by the way. Punky Brewster. You ... you're not a student, are you?"
Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 24, 2010 13:23:39 GMT -5
Rezna couldn't help but grin at the simple request. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were once her favorite too, but had she been in Punky's position, the witch wasn't sure she'd have chosen such a simple pleasure. Maybe German Chocolate Cake and Butterbeer. Or perhaps a Chicago deep-dish pizza or French Crepes or even Spanish churros and hot chocolate. Then again, she could get the latter just down the street.
The nurse stopped her brainstorming to take a sip her coffee, finding she was perfectly content with her choice. The young girl next to her dived into her food with no lack of enthusiasm. People often overlooked the small comforts that came with eating one's favorite meal. A true miracle, considering life was never made to order.
"Glad I could help, Punky," Rezna replied with a smile. "And no, I'm not a student. But just for today, I'd like to pretend I am." After a moment's hesitation, she added, "I'm Rezna, and it's very nice to meet you."
The nurse turned her attention back to her breakfast. Punky peaked her curiosity, but she felt it wasn't her place to inquire about the girl's troubles. If she found herself in Firefox, she definitely had plenty of them.
"So Slytherin, huh? I've heard there's a nasty hag who's taken up residence in the last painting in the corridor that leads to the dungeons. Rumor has it she enjoys casting curses onto any student that walks by. Don't worry, none of them seem to have come true, so far."
.: and there are voices, that want to be heard, so much to mention, but you can't find the words; the scent of magic, the beauty that's been, when love was wilder than the wind :.
Post by Punky Brewster on Aug 25, 2010 0:02:48 GMT -5
Punky finally placed the face sitting with her: she had seen it in the infirmary the last semester she was here. She had gotten in the way of an enchanted toy dragon that was zooming around the corridors. Most half-way decent magic students can mend their own bloody noses, but Punky was less ... gifted. It had been a quick visit -- a twitch of a wand stopped the bleeding; most of the visit was spent charming the blood out of her clothes and books.
At any rate, the nurse apparently didn't care to be identified, and it didn't presently matter to Punky anyway.
"Yep, Slytherin. Second year, ish. What with transferring and missing a year and ... some other extenuating circumstances, I'm not quite on the standard track. But effectively, second year." Punky liked this girl, but she wasn't quite prepared to spread word about her "condition." It's kind of like admitting that you were in "special education" or missing half your brain. She started on her second sandwich.
"The hag thing is true," she said, as she swallowed a bite. "She used to be in a painting up on the 7th floor, but the ladies in the painting next to her got the knight from 6th floor to evict her. Apparently she's always been a bit of a -- well, you know." Punky smirked. "I think she's funny. She just sits around all day in a two-dimensional painting, screaming at us real people like it matters." She sat quiet a minute, fighting the urge to pursue a highly existential train of thought about 'real' 3-D people pretending to affect a 4-D reality world. "You know I stopped to talk to her once, when she was on the 7th floor. She's been in nearly 50 different residences, you know that? But no one 'gets' her, so they pawn her off to someone else. It's kinda sad, I guess."
Punky looked up from her plate to gauge her companion's reaction. She hadn't initially planned to give a soliloquy about paintings' rights and feelings. It was admittedly a bizarre train of thought -- though one she could vaguely identify with. Feeling ineffective, like try as you might, you'll never break through the barrier separating you from the realm of people who can actually do something amazing, was a feeling she knew only too well.
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