Imposter Syndrome: Witch Edition PV Closed

Magic didn't solve problems. That much Elspeth was sure of. In fact, magic only seemed to create more problems often, especially when her magical brethren didn't know the simple magical solutions. She felt lucky to have found a small troop of friends with whom she was able to share her time and her experiences without the burden of exclusion. In fact, it was this group with whom she was able to share the summer. Still, there were moments when her muggle heritage proved itself to be useful.

Inside the tent, when the wind kicked up, it blew her books and notes around her bedroom area. She'd been getting tired of having to replace things on the night stand time and time again. The rising third years in her tent, Gris and Alan, probably could easily whip out a spell to fix this, but Elspeth instead decided to go about thing the muggle way and seek out a natural paperweight.

Stepping out of the tent, she was dressed simply as usual. It was muggle clothing: black tights, a rust colored skirt, and a black cotton short sleeve top. Of her shoulder was a lightweight un-dyed tote bag, where she intended to put the good paperweights. Wrapped around her neck was an emerald green summer scarf, she walked along the wood, passing students who were much less circumspect than herself. Being in this isolated place, it wasn't necessary to hide wizards wears. But to be quite frank, outside of her uniform, Elspeth didn't have any wizard wears. She walked around perfectly as she had always done--as a muggle.

Beyond this, she didn't try to be sporty or athletic to blend in with their current circumstances here near the London Quidditch Stadium. She could watch the match certainly and perhaps one day she might even try her hand at the game, but she wasn't outdoorsy like this and she didn't try to be. She was, as her teachers had instilled in her, a citizen of Edinburgh, the capital and a city of culture. That meant carrying oneself proudly and with elegance. In fact, it was on this carriage that she often relied, never wanting people to see the hurt girl with a parent already deep in the ground.

Following the woods, she sauntered passed groups of students, none of whom seemed particularly interesting or interested in her for that matter. Nobody really seemed interested in Elspeth generally, save her friend group, and that suited her introverted self just fine. It gave her time to put her head in her Charms book and try to find her place, if there was one, in the magical world.

Stepping on some twigs, it was getting darker as she moved away from most of the crowd. "Lumos," she said, illuminating her wand dimly as she walked. The big rocks tended to hide amongst gravel like this and she wanted to collect a couple good ones that would be prime paperweights so she wouldn't have to do this again nor worry about anymore fluttering paper.

As she walked, she was paying more attention to the ground than anything else. So, she didn't notice a horribly damaged tree nearby, but she did notice the sound the rocks made as they struck against it. Raising her head and wand together, she could make out a figure: a girl. From where she stood, she couldn't discern anything very much about her, except that she was throwing rocks--potentially large rocks from the sound they made. "Excuse me," she made an approach, "But have you found any good rocks? I need some, preferably kind of flat and on the larger side." It probably seemed like an extraordinarily bizarre request, but Elspeth was focused.

She was going to solve this the muggle way. And if she could meet a friendly face along the way, all the better.

For @Connie Dawson