Chapter 1 : the start of who I am
Phew, finally. There I was, standing where dad stood 22 years ago, in the same mud, with only a scarf and my winter jacket to protect me from this cold. They were finally introducing me to what I had been waiting for all those years. Or at least, they said. I was really burning to start. The last was quiet easy, even black arts seemed to fit me. And I was the best of my year without doing anything to prepare myself for the exams. But it just wasn't looking the same like this. This would be my future, I knew it. I would succeed.
There she was then. Coming from the same front gate my father saw his teacher coming out. Even though I knew professor Androdormedus from the history of magic lessons, she seemed strangely different. To be honest, I had never seen her out of her little wardrobe-alike class, and here, standing in the muddy grass field, in bright sun, she looked like she was born to introduce new ones like me to the wondrous art of what I think is the most beautiful about magic. I couldn't get in the team yet, and mom and dad didn't allow me to learn myself, but I could at least enjoy the moment. So there I was. Nearly 13, black hair, which I got through with my left hand every half-a-minute, eyes that don't have a known-alike color (some think they are green, others blue, there were even that noticed some orange in there), and how should I say, ways to big for what I wanted to become. 1,84m, at the age of 10. Since then, I stopped growing. Mom thinks it was the wand accident that is the real culprit, pap thinks it are just hormones. Still, I think I have better reflexes then the most of them here. Now, why don't you just start professor? I should really ask.
"professor", asked Samantha on the exact same moment," why aren't you saying anything? You passed by 5 minutes ago, and we still don't know what we are expected to do". Oh stupid thing I though. Not knowing what we would do? How could she?
"Good morning class. Sorry for the waiting. I was examining you all. This is the first of 10 courses, spread over the year. You will not learn anything out of books, if you thought you would. Good. Where are we going to start. Someone knows what we are going to do today?"
Everyone knew, but then she noticed me, how I should have been looking like.
"Mavill, I think you can tell us?"
What? Why me? Hmmm, why not P-J, or Franly? Or anyone else? They were always full of enthusiasm. But ok, participating in this lesson on an active way, could only deliver me a great bonus.
"Quidditch" I replayed quickly.
