Post by Jeremy on Jan 27, 2006 23:20:44 GMT -5
Jeremy strolled to The Shining River, which was one of the places that Sylph suggested to visit. He loved the scenery, that this school had surrounding it. The serene, large river that shined brightly in the afternoon sun, when clouds weren't blocking it, the tall mountains that enclosed this school from the rest of the world, and even the grass and plant life that this school offered. Jeremy sat down about two feet from the water, and stared off into the distance. He was wearing a light sweater that was gray and black. The hood was completely black, and the torso was almost completely gray. The blond haired boy also wore heavy dark blue jeans. His jeans had many pockets, which is where he kept various items. He also wore sneakers that he had just bought before coming to Firefox University. They weren't great running sneakers, which Jeremy didn't care about. He didn't care for fashion, and he never got bothered when other people picked on his apparel. Jeremy had a silver chain around his neck, that was given to him by his older brother, before he moved away. That chain was the only reminder of his brother, and he kept it wherever he went.
The silver chain made him start thinking of his family and his old life. He lived with his parents, who both worked long hours, and his younger sister, which he helped take care of for the longest of time. His brother moved away before his sister ever saw him, so no one ever talked about him. Besides that he had no other family, well none that he knew about. The muggle school he went to was mediocre at best. Jeremy made a lot of friends there, but knew he could make more here. He thought it was kind of pointless to think about his family, mainly because they were countless miles away. Jeremy also began thinking about this school, which he attended not even a week so far. This had been a hard, fun journey for Jeremy, which also taught and showed him so many things that people didn't even believe in. Creatures was the most interesting thing to him. Lycans, Faeries, Nosferatu (which he just learned were vampires,) and a lot more. He wondered what they look like, well besides Faeries because he already met one in the Gryffindor Common Room. That Fairy being Elorra. Jeremy heard about a crusading, powerful Lycan named Fenris, and that he lurks in woods near by. This tempted him a lot, he wanted to go in and see the creatures for himself. But as he heard, he would be ripped to shreds and killed painfully.
That reminded him how painfully easy his first classes were, even though he didn't do the best he could in one of them. His favorite was transfiguration, which was where he made the Cyclops, pretty much using his mind. The image still soared through Jeremy's thoughts. His favorite part was learning how to make something in minuted, that would take a normal man hours, even days. In the other class he was able to participate in he learned nothing. Jeremy knew that probably was for a reason, but was excited to learn something new. He was in a dazed look, seeming brain dead. Jeremy shooked it off, and started to look more alive. Then he suddenly went back into his daydreaming about winning both the Quidditch cup and House cup. Jeremy also dreamed of becoming a prefect of Gryffindor, and maybe a professor when he graduates. But he didn't want to think too far ahead, r set his goals so high, so unreachable, but he could still dream.
Will I even be good at magic when I learn? Will I even do good in the classes? Can I even consider myself as a wizard, even though I still barely knew anything about this magical world, hidden by mountains? Those thoughts ran wild through Jeremy's mind.
He knew if he tried he could be good at magic, and that if he paid attention he could easily ace his classes. Jeremy did not know when he could be consider a wizard, but he knew he eventually would be a great wizard. He took out some of his notes to study. His notes were in his pockets, and he even had copies of them in his backpack. Jeremy studied the circle that was used for transfiguration, and the rings that surrounded them. He closed his eyes and imagined the Cyclops that he created in class. He wished he had a glass brick, so he could create another glass statue. Jeremy put his notes back into his right front pocket, where his sweatshirt ended. He then laid down, his feet a couple inches from the water. As he was lying down he finally realized something. In the last five six days he had more things to think about and do, than he did his entire life.
The silver chain made him start thinking of his family and his old life. He lived with his parents, who both worked long hours, and his younger sister, which he helped take care of for the longest of time. His brother moved away before his sister ever saw him, so no one ever talked about him. Besides that he had no other family, well none that he knew about. The muggle school he went to was mediocre at best. Jeremy made a lot of friends there, but knew he could make more here. He thought it was kind of pointless to think about his family, mainly because they were countless miles away. Jeremy also began thinking about this school, which he attended not even a week so far. This had been a hard, fun journey for Jeremy, which also taught and showed him so many things that people didn't even believe in. Creatures was the most interesting thing to him. Lycans, Faeries, Nosferatu (which he just learned were vampires,) and a lot more. He wondered what they look like, well besides Faeries because he already met one in the Gryffindor Common Room. That Fairy being Elorra. Jeremy heard about a crusading, powerful Lycan named Fenris, and that he lurks in woods near by. This tempted him a lot, he wanted to go in and see the creatures for himself. But as he heard, he would be ripped to shreds and killed painfully.
That reminded him how painfully easy his first classes were, even though he didn't do the best he could in one of them. His favorite was transfiguration, which was where he made the Cyclops, pretty much using his mind. The image still soared through Jeremy's thoughts. His favorite part was learning how to make something in minuted, that would take a normal man hours, even days. In the other class he was able to participate in he learned nothing. Jeremy knew that probably was for a reason, but was excited to learn something new. He was in a dazed look, seeming brain dead. Jeremy shooked it off, and started to look more alive. Then he suddenly went back into his daydreaming about winning both the Quidditch cup and House cup. Jeremy also dreamed of becoming a prefect of Gryffindor, and maybe a professor when he graduates. But he didn't want to think too far ahead, r set his goals so high, so unreachable, but he could still dream.
Will I even be good at magic when I learn? Will I even do good in the classes? Can I even consider myself as a wizard, even though I still barely knew anything about this magical world, hidden by mountains? Those thoughts ran wild through Jeremy's mind.
He knew if he tried he could be good at magic, and that if he paid attention he could easily ace his classes. Jeremy did not know when he could be consider a wizard, but he knew he eventually would be a great wizard. He took out some of his notes to study. His notes were in his pockets, and he even had copies of them in his backpack. Jeremy studied the circle that was used for transfiguration, and the rings that surrounded them. He closed his eyes and imagined the Cyclops that he created in class. He wished he had a glass brick, so he could create another glass statue. Jeremy put his notes back into his right front pocket, where his sweatshirt ended. He then laid down, his feet a couple inches from the water. As he was lying down he finally realized something. In the last five six days he had more things to think about and do, than he did his entire life.