Over the Hills Completed

DATE ┊ 09/01/22 -----OUTFIT ┊ click here-----HAIR ┊ natural-----MENTIONS ┊ @Verthandi Muspell-----
STATUS ┊ open-----WC ┊ 1008/200-----ENGLISH ┊ "words"-----SWAHILI ┊ "words"-----THOUGHTS ┊ "words"

-----A sigh heaved quietly as her hazel eyes bore down the Hogwarts Express. A firm hand rested on her shoulder and Caoimhe could feel him squeeze lightly. She looked up at him with a somber expression, and in turn she could see her father Evander remained expressionless as he looked back down at her.

"Caoimhe, this is your destiny. You know you cannot attend school with the muggles, not anymore." His raspy voice would state firmly. Was that supposed to comfort her? Caoimhe's eyes drifted away from his gaze before looking around. They've had this talk many times during their trip to London that began a week prior. Her father was a ghost of his former self, an empty shell from his old life but he did open up about his past. Something that he rarely did and leaving Caoimhe curious as to why. Evander explained the in's and out's of Hogwarts, explored the grand sights of London, went over the separation of houses, the lore, discussing blood classes and it's importance in the wizarding world. Evander spoke highly of his family's legacy and blood purity, but seemed to ignore Caoimhe when she asked if she was 'pure' and why they don't visit his family. Odd.


Despite the day still being young, a deep weariness weighed down on Caoimhe's conscience. Ever since her Hogwarts letter of attendance was delivered, the young child had been counting down the days for the new term to start with a combination of excitement and dread. For her brother, Arron, whom already hopped on the express, they were experience - this would be Caoimhe's first year. Caoimhe was deeply rooted in the muggle culture and lifestyle due to not even being sure she was a witch until her discovery last year, so giving up this life Caoimhe once knew was a gift and a curse. Most of all, she'd miss her muggle friends that she grew up with.

Her eyes met several other students who were peering through windows - some waving to their families, others looking somber, and then seeing Arron who would be seen laughing with other wizards. Caoimhe wondered if he experienced her emotions his first year, but doubt seemed to answer her inquiry knowing that he fit right into this world.

"There's Arron. Your mother must be here somewhe-"
"My sweet! There you are!" Her distinct voice was heard seeming to interrupt her father midsentence which caused him to stir with annoyance. A few more words could be heard from her, but Caoimhe could not fully understand due to the hints of her Kenyan slang conquering her standard English accent as it often did when she was excited or angry. Soon she'd be seen rushing in with opened arms outreached intended to embrace Caoimhe, her two older brothers following behind her with smiles. It was not often her family would be seen at the same place or the same time since her parents' separation. Usually one could easily slice through the tension, but today it appeared her parents put their differences aside for Caoimhe.

Their separation was not clear to Caoimhe as neither parent truly talked down about one another. It was most likely for the best, but Caoimhe often grew curious and would seek answers from others. Her brothers each had their own opinions as did her distant relatives too, but they rarely shared their standings around the young Caoimhe. However for Arron, he made no attempt to conceal his distaste of Caoimhe nor how he blamed their father's separation on Caoimhe. Maeve Kyle, their mother, was quick to shut him down each and every time Arron decided to antagonize her. Throughout the years, this did become a rare occurrence as they aged. Their daily bantering transformed into distance, seldom speaking to one another despite living together.

Being in London with her dad for a week, away from Arron's gloomy presence, aided Caoimhe as she entered this new world with peace of mind and clarity. But the new knowledge that Evander fed her itched her curiosity like why Evander acted so shameful of her half-breed mother. Half-breeds and muggle-borns alike seemed to cause a distasteful reaction from him.

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Caoimhe was almost too short to climb aboard the first steps of the Hogwarts Express, her two brothers giving her assistance up to the step. Caoimhe used her upper body strength to hoist herself up the a few of the steep ladders into the train. She turned quickly to her brothers and smiled, but the fear must have been evident on her face. Her eldest brother shook her hair up with one large hand while the second eldest leaned in and gave her a tight hug. "You'll be fine, sis," he spoke into her ear before stepping away.

"Send me a letter once you get housed," Evander called from afar, raising his hand in a quick wave. Her mother waved her hands recklessly in her direction before stopping to wipe her tears, obviously a whirlwind of emotion for her departure. Caoimhe's eyes grew watery at the sight of this, but quickly sent them a final wave before turning around and rushing forward. The faster she got away from them, the better Caoimhe would feel and get over this growing longing she felt.

Ahead of her were several closed-curtain seating compartments filled with several students of many ages. The volume was loud with conversations, laughter, and...did she hear crying? At least Caoimhe wasn't the only one.

She walked steadfast through several train-carts before finding an empty compartment towards the middle section of Hogwarts Express. She ducked her head under the curtain that hung low half-open, half-closed and took a seat. Caoimhe frantically felt around for her phone and headphones, but remembered these "muggle" devices weren't functional at Hogwarts. This train trip just became a lot more depressing.