Post by Simon Womack on Jun 7, 2012 20:49:28 GMT -5
Simon was ex-cite-ted for his new school. It wasn't just that this place was in Europe, although Spain was beautiful, and saying that he'd gone to school in Europe was going to make him seem super sophisticated when he was a grown wizard. It also wasn't just the opportunity for a new pool of cute witches, although he was looking forward to meeting girls.
He'd heard that there would be some muggleborns here.
There had been muggleborns in Salem, of course. The trouble was that whenever he'd tried to talk to one, they always assumed he was trying to make fun of them. It wasn't long before none of them would say two words to him, no matter what he did.
Like that one time when this little homesick firstie was all broken up and homesick, he'd totally given her his favorite circuit board to make her feel more at home, and she'd snapped it in half and called him a jerk. Was it his fault that she was so out of touch with her own culture that she'd never been given a circuit board before? And okay, so maybe he'd been a little smug when he'd explained it to her.
Eh, who could figure girls out anyway?
Anyway, Simon made his way to the arch of his new school, decked out in his favorite muggle outfit, including the leather jacket that it really was too warm to wear, but which Simon kept on anyway. He checked the muggle watch his father had given him as a going away present. It was a little big, but Dad had said he'd grow into it. The clockwork was alright, but the tiny screen that showed the time digitally was already flashing nonsensical numbers. It wouldn't be long before it stopped working completely.
Squaring his shoulders, Simon rolled his green, plastic suitcase (muggles made everything from plastic, it was amazing.) behind him and approached the double doors.
He'd heard that there would be some muggleborns here.
There had been muggleborns in Salem, of course. The trouble was that whenever he'd tried to talk to one, they always assumed he was trying to make fun of them. It wasn't long before none of them would say two words to him, no matter what he did.
Like that one time when this little homesick firstie was all broken up and homesick, he'd totally given her his favorite circuit board to make her feel more at home, and she'd snapped it in half and called him a jerk. Was it his fault that she was so out of touch with her own culture that she'd never been given a circuit board before? And okay, so maybe he'd been a little smug when he'd explained it to her.
Eh, who could figure girls out anyway?
Anyway, Simon made his way to the arch of his new school, decked out in his favorite muggle outfit, including the leather jacket that it really was too warm to wear, but which Simon kept on anyway. He checked the muggle watch his father had given him as a going away present. It was a little big, but Dad had said he'd grow into it. The clockwork was alright, but the tiny screen that showed the time digitally was already flashing nonsensical numbers. It wouldn't be long before it stopped working completely.
Squaring his shoulders, Simon rolled his green, plastic suitcase (muggles made everything from plastic, it was amazing.) behind him and approached the double doors.