Blindingly Compassionate
Friday, 4th September
Lunchtime
Forwardated
On the night of 3rd September, it was a 3
Though he didn't get it, Friday was said to be the day that most people look forward to. It being the end of the work week and the two days they get for fun before the weekday starts again. To Demo, this was unfamiliar. There were no 'weekdays' and 'weekends' to him that hold any particular connotation. Neither positive or negative. He was homeschooled and everyday was essentialy some parts work - some parts fun. All within a span of a day, with a strict scheduling which straightforwardness embued comfort in him. But here? No such thing.
Sure there were class times, meal times, but no one was really…. watching him closely - unlike the staff back at home. So admitedly.. he skipped a few lessons, and a few meals, and… wandered about. Finding the effort of putting one foot in front of the other much more entertaining than some dull classroom. Don't get him wrong .. he was excited to learn about magic and all. If only they…. were taught in a different way that didn't involve him just sitting in a classroom, staring at a book, with the much too audible background noise of his peers.
So here he was, while people were having lunch, he was skipping with calculated steps. Avoid any cracks in the floor - easy enough. Step here, step there, step - Oh whats that?
*flash*
He halted in his skipping, the blinding flash invaded his eyes. He didn't even get to see where the flash was truly pointed at, but he was near enough to invade his vision and .. surprise him. He blinked a few times, his blurred vision coming together soon enough. He was totally fit the criteria of 'fine'. Or at least that's what he thought before he hit a wall.
*Bam*
@Denise Yarbrough
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Hanako Tone | Sara Kohana | Kotoka Sako
Blindingly Compassionate
@Demo Chatura
Blue in English, Red in ChineseXinyue was still a bit lost. This, frankly, was in no way surprising since she grew up like an ordinary muggle…or as ordinary as one could be when their family was very much not ordinary. If she had trouble fitting in at home, here it felt like trying to cram her feet in shoes two sizes too small. The place was filled with all kinds of magic and unfamiliar people. Not to mention the endless flocks of teenage girls. Seriously, they were everywhere! The young witch was grateful for the small mercy of Hogwarts having a gender-neutral dorms at least. Just imagining residing in an all-girls dormitory for seven years made her stomach churn. Not that she had anything against girls. She was one herself, thank you very much. She just preferred to observe them from a safe distance.
Truthfully, at first, Xinyue hoped she would make friends the way she always did. Find a sporting event, join in. Witness a group of boys planning a bit of harmless mischief? Offer to be a partner in crime. One of those usually worked. Unfortunately, the sports that were most popular at Hogwarts had one tiny problem. That is that they required magic, which was the biggest source of her frustration as of this moment. The Chinese girl honestly still had no idea, why that blasted hat sorted her into Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw! The house known for the most intelligent and dedicated students. It was more than a bit insulting considering she currently struggled to cast even the simplest of spells. Unable to grasp the mysterious art of magic, Xinyue came to a rather pathetic conclusion that she’d be lucky to simply pass her classes. Did that old thing do it on purpose? At home, I’m teased by my brothers, here even old hats have in for me! She huffed, annoyed just thinking about it. If only her mother was still there to teach her about magic. Perhaps she was a Ravenclaw! Could sorting be hereditary? Probably not…
Lost in her thoughts, Xinyue pulled out her wand and inspected it under careful scrutiny. It looked perfectly innocent. “Is it me or you, huh?” She demanded accusingly, narrowing her eyes at it. The wand was clearly fine but it was always nice to have something else to blame.
To be fair, Xinyue wasn’t exactly stupid. She did fairly well at regular school, although she never found academic learning much fun. She preferred adventuring outside, taking pictures whenever she found something worth remembering and when she wanted peace, she’d play some games or journal in her room. One thing was for sure, Xinyue had no interest in becoming some kind of wizarding prodigy. That being said, struggling with the basics was getting embarrassing. “Surely…there must be something wrong with you.” She grumbled again, shaking her wand without much consideration for consequences. It was clear she had yet to learn how to respect magical objects. What was the incantation the professor taught us today? The witch mused, unaware that she started mumbling them aloud.
If Xinyue had at least one friend, they might have pointed out that waving her wand around while muttering half-remembered incantations was probably not a good idea. Alas, she did not have any friends yet so there was no one to stop her.
It took barely a minute before a sudden flash of bright light shot from her wand, leaving the witch momentarily stunned. A few steps ahead of her, a boy walked straight into a wall. “Wo de tiān na!” “Oh mom!” or “Oh my god!” in Chinese blurted out when deeply startled or caught off guard. Too preoccupied with her own overthinking, Xinyue didn’t even notice the boy was there. “Oh…” A pause. “So sorry! You good there?” Xinyue finally remembered her manners, though she did have to bite her tongue at first. She tried to sound adequately concerned, she really did! It was her fault so she should apologize properly. Unfortunately, she was also a human being with functioning eyes and the guy just walked into a wall! How was she not supposed to find it funny? Right...manners. “I really am sorry.” She said again, this time with considerably more sincerity. “I think my wand hates me.”
