7 Nov 2019, 01:22
What's in a Book?
Myrina Agetha Kesterson
Slytherin | First Year | Single
The leather clad book in her hand regained her attention as she turned the page to the next. It was her Magical Drafts and Potions textbook for class. Myrina enjoyed learning and getting ahead. This was one of the classes she was most excited for. That, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but she was still too young for that. It was her goal to become an avid spell-caster and make her father proud, following him into the Ministry of Magic and one day even earn the role of Minister of Magic. Anything to make her father proud. It was her strongest motivator. Hence the desire to read ahead, before they've even stepped foot on the grounds of Hogwarts.
Snuggling into the red cushioned seats, tucking her knees up to her chest, she positioned the book just right so she could continue to flip through the pages, trying to memorize all of the ingredients for potions. Myrina was not blessed with the gift of eidetic memory, though she wished. Her nose belonged in a book, but she hated how easy it was to forget things. Something simple like colors of things, or dates, unless she worked at it. Being home schooled made it easier and harder to learn. She didn't have anyone to bounce ideas off of, but also she was left alone to develop her own methods of learning.
However, the seclusion of being home schooled was very prevalent. She knew about people, but not how to interact with them. That was absolutely terrifying to her. She was going from one extreme to the others. Her daily interaction used to be with two to four people at most, now, she would be lucky to go an hour without seeing someone. The thought alone made her fingers tremble as she turned the page. Myrina wasn't shy, she was mostly just awkward and nervous. But she really wanted to make a friend.
Slytherin | First Year | Single
Why was it so impossible to get some piece and quiet to enjoy a good book? Her piercing gray eyes flickered to the glass door of her carriage, other students were rushing by and screaming in excitement as they began departing Platform 9 3/4. Shaking her head she glanced out the window at the family's waving. Nanny had brought her to the platform, Father couldn't leave work. As always, she understood, but it didn't make it any easier not to see him. But Nanny was there, Nanny was always there.
Tugging the chunky tan sleeve down a little further she shivered. It was a train, she didn't know what to expect, but why the heck was it so cold? She was over this already. Myrina just wanted to go home where it was warm and she could curl up in her massive bed and just read or draw, not on this bumpy train filled with a bunch of other students. "Ugh.." She glanced at the glass door as something, no, someone bumped it as they raced by and then acted like it never happened. With a small shake of her head she turned away from them. How was she supposed to get along with all of these people? The small movement knocked a piece of hair loose from the messy pile of buns on her head. She'd tried out a new look, the triple bun, and it took nearly twenty pins and was not worth it, but she'd spent an hour and half trying to get it right, so she was not about to take the mess out.
Tugging the chunky tan sleeve down a little further she shivered. It was a train, she didn't know what to expect, but why the heck was it so cold? She was over this already. Myrina just wanted to go home where it was warm and she could curl up in her massive bed and just read or draw, not on this bumpy train filled with a bunch of other students. "Ugh.." She glanced at the glass door as something, no, someone bumped it as they raced by and then acted like it never happened. With a small shake of her head she turned away from them. How was she supposed to get along with all of these people? The small movement knocked a piece of hair loose from the messy pile of buns on her head. She'd tried out a new look, the triple bun, and it took nearly twenty pins and was not worth it, but she'd spent an hour and half trying to get it right, so she was not about to take the mess out.
The leather clad book in her hand regained her attention as she turned the page to the next. It was her Magical Drafts and Potions textbook for class. Myrina enjoyed learning and getting ahead. This was one of the classes she was most excited for. That, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but she was still too young for that. It was her goal to become an avid spell-caster and make her father proud, following him into the Ministry of Magic and one day even earn the role of Minister of Magic. Anything to make her father proud. It was her strongest motivator. Hence the desire to read ahead, before they've even stepped foot on the grounds of Hogwarts.
Snuggling into the red cushioned seats, tucking her knees up to her chest, she positioned the book just right so she could continue to flip through the pages, trying to memorize all of the ingredients for potions. Myrina was not blessed with the gift of eidetic memory, though she wished. Her nose belonged in a book, but she hated how easy it was to forget things. Something simple like colors of things, or dates, unless she worked at it. Being home schooled made it easier and harder to learn. She didn't have anyone to bounce ideas off of, but also she was left alone to develop her own methods of learning.
However, the seclusion of being home schooled was very prevalent. She knew about people, but not how to interact with them. That was absolutely terrifying to her. She was going from one extreme to the others. Her daily interaction used to be with two to four people at most, now, she would be lucky to go an hour without seeing someone. The thought alone made her fingers tremble as she turned the page. Myrina wasn't shy, she was mostly just awkward and nervous. But she really wanted to make a friend.
@Amelia Weston
~Just Leave Me With The Books~
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 8 | Arcane Power: 8 | Accuracy: 5
7 Nov 2019, 17:24
What's in a Book?
ღ Amelia ღ
It was hard to say goodbye.
The wizarding world was, in theory, astounding. The concept of a magical world hidden just out of sight, full of witches and wizards and all sorts of fantasy creatures, was an idea that had enthralled her from the moment she'd learned of its existence. Amelia felt like she'd been preparing her whole life for this moment: for the opportunity to reclaim the identity she'd lost when she'd lost her mother. In theory it was a noble quest, but the reality of it was more terrifying than she would have ever expected. To leave the only home she'd ever known for a world that she still could scarcely believe was real.
Amelia stood on the platform staring up at the magnificent scarlet engine, awed in the worst sort of way. Steam billowed out of its chimney and a whistle sounded, shrill and close - too close. The anxious redhead took a step nearer her father, her small hand slipping into his much larger one. "I'm afraid." She admitted softly, glancing up at him with widened blue eyes full of doubt and insecurity. Her father bent down to her level and reached out, placing a hand on either side. "You're ready." He said simply, giving her a gentle squeeze.
With her head held high, Amelia boarded the Hogwarts express. All of her luggage had been taken in for her, and all that she held now -clutched, really, - was her favorite book as of late; Hogwarts: A History. The small girl weaved her way through the crowd, past carriages full of people much older than she, laughing and enthusing over the new school year. Amelia was afraid, but she wasn't timid - she walked with her head held high, as curious as she was cautionary. It wasn't long before she found the first of few nearly-empty carriages and slipped inside.
"Hello." Amelia greeted the girl in there softly, giving her a shy smile as she tucked a stray strand of red hair behind her ear. The girl looked to be about her age, and she was reading a book - that in itself was already a really good sign. "Do you mind if I sit?"
It was hard to say goodbye.
The wizarding world was, in theory, astounding. The concept of a magical world hidden just out of sight, full of witches and wizards and all sorts of fantasy creatures, was an idea that had enthralled her from the moment she'd learned of its existence. Amelia felt like she'd been preparing her whole life for this moment: for the opportunity to reclaim the identity she'd lost when she'd lost her mother. In theory it was a noble quest, but the reality of it was more terrifying than she would have ever expected. To leave the only home she'd ever known for a world that she still could scarcely believe was real.
Amelia stood on the platform staring up at the magnificent scarlet engine, awed in the worst sort of way. Steam billowed out of its chimney and a whistle sounded, shrill and close - too close. The anxious redhead took a step nearer her father, her small hand slipping into his much larger one. "I'm afraid." She admitted softly, glancing up at him with widened blue eyes full of doubt and insecurity. Her father bent down to her level and reached out, placing a hand on either side. "You're ready." He said simply, giving her a gentle squeeze.
With her head held high, Amelia boarded the Hogwarts express. All of her luggage had been taken in for her, and all that she held now -clutched, really, - was her favorite book as of late; Hogwarts: A History. The small girl weaved her way through the crowd, past carriages full of people much older than she, laughing and enthusing over the new school year. Amelia was afraid, but she wasn't timid - she walked with her head held high, as curious as she was cautionary. It wasn't long before she found the first of few nearly-empty carriages and slipped inside.
"Hello." Amelia greeted the girl in there softly, giving her a shy smile as she tucked a stray strand of red hair behind her ear. The girl looked to be about her age, and she was reading a book - that in itself was already a really good sign. "Do you mind if I sit?"
7 Nov 2019, 18:14
What's in a Book?
Myrina Agetha Kesterson
Slytherin | First Year | Single
Turning the page she glanced at the Cure for Boils potion. Her eyes flickered over the ingredients, trying to recall what each one was. Porcupine quills, easy. Snake fangs, interesting. Horned slugs, she was going to have to look that one up again. This shouldn't be too hard to remember. It was only a few basic ingredients. Nodding she tucked her hair behind her ear again. The piece was going to infuriate her before this long trip was over. Why they had to ride a train was beyond her. Could they not just be apparated outside of the grounds? It would far more efficient.
The door opened and her eyes lifted from the page as she read the instructions. A girl. Myrina looked her over for a second, then locked eyes with her. The girl wasn't exactly intimidating, so the newcomer wouldn't run for cover, hopefully, by her staring. Her steel gray eyes flickered to the title of the book, then back to Amelia's face. She'd been silent too long, she needed to answer her or she would think she was a freak.
"Sure." Myrina gestured to the empty carriage, besides herself. Nobody else wanted to sit with the quiet girl. Her focus returned to the book once more. Not because she was all that interested in curing boils, but because she was nervous and had no idea how to start. Don't be such a coward Myrina. She chastised herself as she turned the page, not actually reading the words in front of her anymore.
Taking a deep breath she slipped her slipped her braided cord into the book, her homemade bookmark, and shut the textbook. The girl looked at the other for a moment, "My name is Myrina Kesterson, but you can call me Rina if you want." The only one who called her that was Nanny, but she figured that was an okay nickname to share. It was much better than Aggie, like her father like to call her. Agetha was definitely not her first choice for middle names.
~Just Leave Me With The Books~
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 8 | Arcane Power: 8 | Accuracy: 5