28 Mar 2021, 10:58
The Kinda Covert Muggle-Born
"Well, this is weird," said Fayth, voicing what everyone was probably thinking. She was standing near a column with her family, trying to figure out what to do besides exchange goodbyes, which she truly felt she had done enough of by now.
Only the closest members of her family had came, which meant both of her parents, her older brother and sister, her younger sister, her uncle and his wife, and her cousin, a.k.a her childhood best friend Catherine. The one who was currently wearing an incredible amount of makeup to hide the fact that she had been crying because Fayth was going off to some mysterious boarding school she couldn't tell her about.
Fayth hated seeing tears because it made her extremely prone to shedding her own, which is why she looked around awkwardly, avoiding eye contact her cousin who was pining away miserably. Fayth was sad to leave, too, but not nearly as much considering she actually knew what she would be doing at the school, learning and using magic. She could say the same for her siblings, who would be going off to regular school like she was supposed to be until she was visited.
She was only able to daydream briefly about the strange encounter before she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder; Fayth turned around to find her mother, who was indiscreetly giving her a look, telling her that it was about time to get going. Her father sighed and rubbed his temple, probably wondering how the three would manage to keep this a secret for the rest of her life, apparently...the secret about magic.
"Well," began Mrs. Kemper. "It's about time for Fayth to leave now, and I know we'll all miss her very much—"
Catherine, finally taking a breather, stepped forward to interrupt her aunt. "Hey, which train are you even getting on?"
"Ah, that's for us to worry 'bout. Why don't you go wait in the car with your mum while we take care of Fayth?"
"What, no—I want to watch my cousin leave—"
"Why don't we all go along?" chimed Fayth's father, knowing fully well how obnoxious her cousin was about to get. "We don't want to make her wait any longer, and we have a carnival to go to."
Catherine humphed and stomped away, but then ran back to give Fayth one last hug.
"I'm gonna' miss you, Porkchop," she murmured, referencing Fayth's favorite character in Toy Story.
Fayth gratefully managed to hide her sadness, something that she had grown to do over her few years. "Same. I'll try to keep in touch somehow. See you during the holidays." She luckily turned around just when her cousin burst into tears again
Soon it was just Fayth and her mother, watching until the rest of her family was out of sight. Then they got close to each other. Her mother pulled out a small note that described how Fayth was supposed to get to this mysterious platform called 9¾.
They glanced around as if the number would magically appear on a sign—who knew?—even though that's not what the note said. It actually described running through a wall but Fayth wasn't sure about that. Actually, she wasn't sure about a lot of things concerning the school but there wasn't much she could do at this point. She'd already purchased her supplies and gotten an idea of her school subjects by now, and Fayth could still hardly wrap her head around the fact that she could actually be learning about Divination like the gypsies and fortune tellers.
"Well...it says between here, of course," muttered her mum. They were standing between Platforms 9 and 10. According to the wizard who had told them, magic folk were to run through the column of Platform 9 until the reached the magical Platform of 9¾. And Fayth had every right to be concerned.
"Maybe it's a mistake," she said, knowing it wasn't.
"Or maybe it's a magic thing." The mother and daughter gave each a look. They had a long discussion about how it was going to be a strange shift, very much like a cultural difference, into the wizarding world, according to what they learn and saw so far. Fayth was quite adaptive when it came to it but she was in the age where most children were beginning to realize the truth about Santa and magic. But for her case, and many other's, the latter was very much real.
Fayth readjusted the strap to her small duffel bag and shrugged. Her mother smiled and rubbed her other shoulder before taking a step back, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to her witch daughter. Fayth took a deep breath and got into position. She gazed at her mother one more time, then around in case any of her family had came back, before racing off towards the column.
At the last minute she shut her eyes, fearing the inevitable crash, but surprisingly she made her way through, given the sudden burst of sunlight. Her eyes, once open, were met with many bright colors but the one that stood out the most was the red freight sitting a ways before her. Fayth oggled around, trying to take in what she was seeing.
There were hundreds of people milling about, exchanging goodbyes or having plain ole conversations despite the fact that the train was ready to go, given the whistles and shouts by the conductor. There were wizards and witches of all ages but mostly young since it was students heading off. Most were wearing normal clothes, like t-shirts and jeans, while others wore robes and strange garments that you might see out of a fantasy medieval city.
Fayth stood there looking a bit lost before she got her bearings. She straight towards the train, since she didn't know anyone, and climbed aboard after giving someone her heavier luggage. She looked around before heading towards the back of the train. There she would find somewhere to sit by herself for the entire train ride, hopefully, as she gathered her thoughts and read away at a thick fantasy novel she had been picking at all summer.
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Only the closest members of her family had came, which meant both of her parents, her older brother and sister, her younger sister, her uncle and his wife, and her cousin, a.k.a her childhood best friend Catherine. The one who was currently wearing an incredible amount of makeup to hide the fact that she had been crying because Fayth was going off to some mysterious boarding school she couldn't tell her about.
Fayth hated seeing tears because it made her extremely prone to shedding her own, which is why she looked around awkwardly, avoiding eye contact her cousin who was pining away miserably. Fayth was sad to leave, too, but not nearly as much considering she actually knew what she would be doing at the school, learning and using magic. She could say the same for her siblings, who would be going off to regular school like she was supposed to be until she was visited.
She was only able to daydream briefly about the strange encounter before she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder; Fayth turned around to find her mother, who was indiscreetly giving her a look, telling her that it was about time to get going. Her father sighed and rubbed his temple, probably wondering how the three would manage to keep this a secret for the rest of her life, apparently...the secret about magic.
"Well," began Mrs. Kemper. "It's about time for Fayth to leave now, and I know we'll all miss her very much—"
Catherine, finally taking a breather, stepped forward to interrupt her aunt. "Hey, which train are you even getting on?"
"Ah, that's for us to worry 'bout. Why don't you go wait in the car with your mum while we take care of Fayth?"
"What, no—I want to watch my cousin leave—"
"Why don't we all go along?" chimed Fayth's father, knowing fully well how obnoxious her cousin was about to get. "We don't want to make her wait any longer, and we have a carnival to go to."
Catherine humphed and stomped away, but then ran back to give Fayth one last hug.
"I'm gonna' miss you, Porkchop," she murmured, referencing Fayth's favorite character in Toy Story.
Fayth gratefully managed to hide her sadness, something that she had grown to do over her few years. "Same. I'll try to keep in touch somehow. See you during the holidays." She luckily turned around just when her cousin burst into tears again
Soon it was just Fayth and her mother, watching until the rest of her family was out of sight. Then they got close to each other. Her mother pulled out a small note that described how Fayth was supposed to get to this mysterious platform called 9¾.
They glanced around as if the number would magically appear on a sign—who knew?—even though that's not what the note said. It actually described running through a wall but Fayth wasn't sure about that. Actually, she wasn't sure about a lot of things concerning the school but there wasn't much she could do at this point. She'd already purchased her supplies and gotten an idea of her school subjects by now, and Fayth could still hardly wrap her head around the fact that she could actually be learning about Divination like the gypsies and fortune tellers.
"Well...it says between here, of course," muttered her mum. They were standing between Platforms 9 and 10. According to the wizard who had told them, magic folk were to run through the column of Platform 9 until the reached the magical Platform of 9¾. And Fayth had every right to be concerned.
"Maybe it's a mistake," she said, knowing it wasn't.
"Or maybe it's a magic thing." The mother and daughter gave each a look. They had a long discussion about how it was going to be a strange shift, very much like a cultural difference, into the wizarding world, according to what they learn and saw so far. Fayth was quite adaptive when it came to it but she was in the age where most children were beginning to realize the truth about Santa and magic. But for her case, and many other's, the latter was very much real.
Fayth readjusted the strap to her small duffel bag and shrugged. Her mother smiled and rubbed her other shoulder before taking a step back, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to her witch daughter. Fayth took a deep breath and got into position. She gazed at her mother one more time, then around in case any of her family had came back, before racing off towards the column.
At the last minute she shut her eyes, fearing the inevitable crash, but surprisingly she made her way through, given the sudden burst of sunlight. Her eyes, once open, were met with many bright colors but the one that stood out the most was the red freight sitting a ways before her. Fayth oggled around, trying to take in what she was seeing.
There were hundreds of people milling about, exchanging goodbyes or having plain ole conversations despite the fact that the train was ready to go, given the whistles and shouts by the conductor. There were wizards and witches of all ages but mostly young since it was students heading off. Most were wearing normal clothes, like t-shirts and jeans, while others wore robes and strange garments that you might see out of a fantasy medieval city.
Fayth stood there looking a bit lost before she got her bearings. She straight towards the train, since she didn't know anyone, and climbed aboard after giving someone her heavier luggage. She looked around before heading towards the back of the train. There she would find somewhere to sit by herself for the entire train ride, hopefully, as she gathered her thoughts and read away at a thick fantasy novel she had been picking at all summer.
this is a solo thread but if someone wants to join it, send me a message