“Back here again" Cinder whispered, walking up slowly towards the massive white chateau. She held out a hand, and checked off her fingers one by one, “Joined the Quidditch team as a chaser, done. Seen the Abraxans, done. Worked out my new timetable, done. Actually go to any lessons – not applicable as they haven’t started yet. Made a few friends – still not done.”
At that moment, Cinder turned around in a slow circle, as if looking for someone she could become friends with, however, there was no-one around, making her roll her eyes, “Whenever you need someone here, there’s no one here. When you don’t need anyone, it is absolutely packed!”
She decided to walk over to one of the big trees, and sat down underneath it, making sure there was no sharp bits of wood with one hand, and adjusting her eyepatch with the other hand, making sure it fully covered her scars.
She put her bag down on the ground next to her, and pulled out a sketch book, and a pack of colouring pencils, before starting to colour in her most recent pencil sketch – a drawing of a common welsh green, which had arrived at the sanctuary halfway through the holidays. Cinder had stood on her balcony, and drawn it blowing fire, but she hadn’t had time to colour it in yet, so bent her head over to start colouring it in different shades of green.