Adventures Await Us
Adventures Await Us 
The dark-haired girl stared down at the chest in front of her, clothes and uniforms folded neatly and organized well. Her personal items and books were sorted nicely in another chest, already sitting by the front door in preparation for the family to leave for the train station. Aziza hated to admit it, but she was nervous. Both of her parents had magic, but very rarely was it used in the household unless necessary. Going to Hogwarts was a completely different ball game and a new schedule to learn and get used to.
“You stare at it much longer and you’re gonna burn holes into it.” Aziza looked up from the chest, her father leaning against the door frame with a grin on his face. The girl honestly could not remember a time there wasn’t a smile of some kind on his face, and while he was not her biological father, he was her father no matter what. “What’s got you worried, Bug?” The man stepping closer into the room as he knelt on the carpet beside the girl.
Aziza didn’t want to both him with her worries, knowing it was over nothing, but she asked a question she had asked so many times over the last month. “Tell me about the houses again.” Mariam Harlow had not attended Hogwarts; instead, being an alumnus of Uagadou. Her mother had been little help when it came to learning about the school, but Theodore had fond memories of the place.
Looking up at the man, Aziza huffed slightly as she felt an arm being tossed around her shoulders and pulled into her father’s chest. “Hufflepuff, the loyal and, in my opinion, most chaotic of the bunch. Slytherin, the ambitious and cunning. Ravenclaw, the wise and creative. And the best house, Gryffindor. We are brave and chivalrous.” The girl had heard this summary many times, but something about her father listing off the houses and some of their characteristics just calmed her. It made the mystery of which house she would get into a little better since she could make assumptions. “And remember, you do not have to worry about what house you get into. They are all going to accept you, and so will we.” With a ruffle of her hair, Aziza watched her father stand up and make his way out of the room, just before her alarm went off. It was time to make her way downstairs so they could head off to Platform 9 ¾.
Aziza was not sure about this. As far as she was aware, none of her friends were magical and would not be attending Hogwarts with her, so she was stuck having to make friends all over again. Maybe it would not be too hard, but the dark-haired girl would not know that until she got there and attempted to make those friends.
The loud click of a latch one of the last things she would hear in this room for a while. Aziza’s hands clasped tightly on the top of the trunk as it was held closed. She could do this, it was just another adventure and something else she could learn from. This was pretty much a whole new world for her to explore and learn from. Theodore appeared in the door of the room again, walking in and grabbing the trunk before making his way back out, his footsteps thumping on the wooden stairs. There was no going back now. Looking around her room one last time, a soft breath left her lips as she whispered a quiet goodbye to the bedroom she had slept in for years. It was going to be a while until she slept in the room again.
Evasion| 5
Strength| 3
Wisdom| 7
ArcPower| 8
Accuracy| 6
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Previously: Logan Baird
Staff: Nancy McLoughlin