Grounds for History
Reducio
@Noirin Polkinghorn
The skies shifted to reds and golds, leaving behind the gray of the night like brushing of a veil of dusted stillness. Julia lay awake in bed, watching the new day begin, mesmerised by the colourful display. Her hair was sticking up in all directions, the sun catching the copper in her hair as she rolled over to get out of bed.
Looking around the dorm she found her roommates still asleep - or maybe they were simply hidden behind the heavy curtains around each bed. Either way, Julia quietly got her things together and sneaked to the bathroom, washing up and getting ready for the day. Softly humming a melody she entangled her hair, finishing up her morning routine.
In the dorm she picked up her schoolbag and books. Her wand founds it's place in her sleeve. Turning on her heels, she made her way out of the dorm, through the common room and down the tower. She found a bank sitting in an alcove from which she had perfect view of both the sunrise and the entrance to the Ravenclaw tower.
Her promise with Rin to meet up was sitting in the front of her mind, really has been there ever since she woke up that morning. They didn't actually talk specific time or place. No time then now, I guess. Julia decided, intending to wait until Rin would wake up and got down. Julia hoped she won't freak out her roommate with her behaviour. She wasn't too insistent, right?
Julia pulled a face as doubts crept in. Shaking her head she tried to shake the thoughts of, trying to think positive. Noirin did not strike her like someone who'd get spooked that easily, Julia truly hoped she was right on that. She pulled her legs up, leaning her head against the wall behind her and looked out at the changing skies once more.
Grounds for History
It wasn't unexpected to wake up to a stiff neck and what felt like the weight of something unseen on her back. Rin took her time to get dressed, stretching like her father often did during his morning routine. Her limbs weren't long enough to give the same effect. He looked like something tightly wound just waiting to snap free to its full potential. She looked like a child reaching for the cookie jar. Well, she was a child after all. Her aunties had cooed about how grown up she looked when she had first tried on her uniform. She trusted their love - not their sensibilities.
Ignoring her wand for now she instead opened the nightstand it precariously rested on. She could have sworn it had been dead center, but it wasn't worth overanalyzing. From the now open tiny drawer she grabbed a sealed granola bar. Muggles and their quick snacks reminded her aunties of someone trying to copy the convenience of magic. For her at least it was easier than magic. The worse muggle food could do was make her feel ill. Meanwhile her wand argued with her. Not with words or unmanageable harm, but there was a disconnect there that was decidingly inconvenient. If not for the disdain she felt for the defiant twig she begrudgingly grabbed on the way out she wouldn't have remembered her night with Julia until much later.
Mornings into noon were usually reserved for recharging whether it be through sleep or sustenance. Perhaps though that's where her shortcomings were being bred. All the nagging about self care had distracted from nourishing her mind. The mind could overcome many things, even muggles giving it proper praise. How many thoughts had she already wasted this morning on what should be instinctual? A plant knew what to do without complication didn't it? So efficient and without a wasted moment. Perhaps her aunties were onto something with all of their garden-themed gifts.
"There should be a spell for that." That's what she said upon reaching the alcove Julia was tucked away in, her feet perhaps too loud as she continued to run half-ran past it.
Ignoring her wand for now she instead opened the nightstand it precariously rested on. She could have sworn it had been dead center, but it wasn't worth overanalyzing. From the now open tiny drawer she grabbed a sealed granola bar. Muggles and their quick snacks reminded her aunties of someone trying to copy the convenience of magic. For her at least it was easier than magic. The worse muggle food could do was make her feel ill. Meanwhile her wand argued with her. Not with words or unmanageable harm, but there was a disconnect there that was decidingly inconvenient. If not for the disdain she felt for the defiant twig she begrudgingly grabbed on the way out she wouldn't have remembered her night with Julia until much later.
Mornings into noon were usually reserved for recharging whether it be through sleep or sustenance. Perhaps though that's where her shortcomings were being bred. All the nagging about self care had distracted from nourishing her mind. The mind could overcome many things, even muggles giving it proper praise. How many thoughts had she already wasted this morning on what should be instinctual? A plant knew what to do without complication didn't it? So efficient and without a wasted moment. Perhaps her aunties were onto something with all of their garden-themed gifts.
"There should be a spell for that." That's what she said upon reaching the alcove Julia was tucked away in, her feet perhaps too loud as she continued to run half-ran past it.