She sat on a plane reading a book, the same one she'd been reading for
the past few hours. If she had known the flight was this long, she would've
brought more than one book, or atleast a bigger one.
"Whoever said getting there was half the fun needs to be dragged out the street and shot..."
She wasn't a very patient person. Moreover, she was being forced to come here.
"Why can't you get a job back home?" She asked the person sitting next to her.
"It's not that I can't get a job back home. It's that I got offered this one, and would rather take it, for that matter."
"Dork."
She was 15 years old, and named Amaya. She had light brown skin, short dark brown hair that ran to her shoulder, and bangs that stopped just above her eyes. She was about to start her 6th year of training as a witch. She adjusted her glasses and looked back down at her book. Then she closed it. Really, who could read the same book more than 5 times in a row? It was beginning to become sickening. She wanted to look out the window, but she had a morbid fear of heights. In most cases anyway. She would only willingly get off the ground if she was on a broomstick.
"Is it too early to be homesick?" She asked.
"Much to early, wait about a month or so."
This was Lori, she was nicknamed Lau, or Lauwei. She had been Amaya's legal guardian since she was little, although they acted more like sisters. She was too young to be a mother, that's what she said when Amaya asked her age, anyway. (And it never stopped Amaya from teasing and calling her 'mommy.') She had long black hair that came down to her waist, when it was in a ponytail, and peach colored skin. She sat, reading, and taking notes. It wasn't everyday you got a letter asking you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. So naturally, she and Amaya packed up, and are moving. Somewhere near London. She thinks it was called 'Privet Drive.' Her and names just didn't mix really.
"Do you remember where we're going?" Amaya asked her. She had to check, Lori had a tendency to forget to do things.
"I have it written down somewhere." She replied. Honestly, does that child think I can't remember anything?, She thought.
And this is how it was for the both of them. They kept each other in check, and sane half the time. They drove each other insane the other half. Yep, this was the life.
Amaya was playing with a small purple Care Bear. Purple was the best color.
"What is that bear doing?" Lori asked.
"The Hokey Pokey."
"Why is it doing the Hokey Pokey?"
"Cause that's what it's all about."
"Dork."
"Baka."
"Bukimi."
"You're one of us."
"Liar."
"Not this time." Amaya smiled. She won. Winning was fun. She liked winning at Quidditch even more.
"So," she began, "What's my new school like?"
"You'll like it."
"Sure. Now, seriously, what's it like?"
"You'll find out when you go. I'm having someone pick you up and take you there to be sorted. Rather than have you be sorted with all the first years."
"Ewww, gross."
"What?"
"First years."
"Whoever said getting there was half the fun needs to be dragged out the street and shot..."
She wasn't a very patient person. Moreover, she was being forced to come here.
"Why can't you get a job back home?" She asked the person sitting next to her.
"It's not that I can't get a job back home. It's that I got offered this one, and would rather take it, for that matter."
"Dork."
She was 15 years old, and named Amaya. She had light brown skin, short dark brown hair that ran to her shoulder, and bangs that stopped just above her eyes. She was about to start her 6th year of training as a witch. She adjusted her glasses and looked back down at her book. Then she closed it. Really, who could read the same book more than 5 times in a row? It was beginning to become sickening. She wanted to look out the window, but she had a morbid fear of heights. In most cases anyway. She would only willingly get off the ground if she was on a broomstick.
"Is it too early to be homesick?" She asked.
"Much to early, wait about a month or so."
This was Lori, she was nicknamed Lau, or Lauwei. She had been Amaya's legal guardian since she was little, although they acted more like sisters. She was too young to be a mother, that's what she said when Amaya asked her age, anyway. (And it never stopped Amaya from teasing and calling her 'mommy.') She had long black hair that came down to her waist, when it was in a ponytail, and peach colored skin. She sat, reading, and taking notes. It wasn't everyday you got a letter asking you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. So naturally, she and Amaya packed up, and are moving. Somewhere near London. She thinks it was called 'Privet Drive.' Her and names just didn't mix really.
"Do you remember where we're going?" Amaya asked her. She had to check, Lori had a tendency to forget to do things.
"I have it written down somewhere." She replied. Honestly, does that child think I can't remember anything?, She thought.
And this is how it was for the both of them. They kept each other in check, and sane half the time. They drove each other insane the other half. Yep, this was the life.
Amaya was playing with a small purple Care Bear. Purple was the best color.
"What is that bear doing?" Lori asked.
"The Hokey Pokey."
"Why is it doing the Hokey Pokey?"
"Cause that's what it's all about."
"Dork."
"Baka."
"Bukimi."
"You're one of us."
"Liar."
"Not this time." Amaya smiled. She won. Winning was fun. She liked winning at Quidditch even more.
"So," she began, "What's my new school like?"
"You'll like it."
"Sure. Now, seriously, what's it like?"
"You'll find out when you go. I'm having someone pick you up and take you there to be sorted. Rather than have you be sorted with all the first years."
"Ewww, gross."
"What?"
"First years."
