The plane ride was long and dull. Countless times I found myself drifting off into a dreamless sleep, but all ended rather quickly in the case of the rather obnoxious sounds of a man snoring loudly behind me, and a young mother's cooing to try to calm her young child. Her grandparents remained to be of little help as well. They both had fallen fast asleep as soon as the plane left the runway back in the states. Nothing could be more interesting than gazing out a tiny window to see a black sea outstretched before her, and black clouds that hid the shine of the full moon. All she cared for was to be back home, with her friends at the local rave. Even at her school would be less boring than this ride. Unfortunately enough that was the reason she was leaving the states and heading for a new home in London.
A horrendously evil wizard who had strayed from his rocker far too much, had entered the US in attempts at destroying the few schools already struggling to keep students. There were many famous wizarding schools in the US at the time, but his target was more towards the unknown and unheard of schools. These schools were the ones, which taught the ways of mages, and elemental beings. In other words, people who wanted farther knowledge in the ways of magic, and had seeped into the world of non-wand using spells.
These mages and elementals; beings who have a strange connection with one of the many different elements; were feared and cast out by wizards and witches for centuries. Their ways were sought as being absurd and worthless. Many said that magic was and could only be brought out by a wand. Many years ago, a wizard decided to prove these suspicions wrong and tried for ages to work out a way to produce a simple spell without the use of a wand. It took this man, years of practice and determination to construct a simple, useful, spell, which he could cast by a simple movement and a small incantation to throw out a blast with just the use of his hands. He brought this up to his ministry of magic to prove that it was due able, but his ministry shunted him, and cast him out without even giving him a second thought. With his idea tossed out like a pair of old socks, he left his home and traveled across the sea to find someone who would listen to him. Soon enough he had a large enough band of people to start something that could one day become big, and he could show to all of them, that a wand wasn't needed, and that true magic came from the soul without the use of a tool.
She was attending one of these mage/elemental
academies in Boston, before it was destroyed.
She was in her sixth year, and would soon be out, if it wasn't for that
evil lord. Her grandparents felt it
would be safer if they moved to London, where their were none of these special
academies. The girl lifted out a piece
of crinkled paper that she had tossed into her bag before she left. The address on the front red:
Ms. Liz Shanim
Black Bedroom on the Right
217 Rouge St.
South Boston, MA, USA 02187
It had arrived at her bedroom window attached to the leg of a barn owl, which seemed to be panting, considering it had flown over the Atlantic, and most likely only rested on tankers in the ocean. Tearing it off and allowing for the owl to rest on a perch where her pet raven sat, she ripped it open only to reveal a letter she had most dreaded.
Dear Ms. Shanim,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will find enclosed a list of all of your necessary books and equipment for your final two years.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
She had crinkled it up and threw it into her bag that she had been packing for the move to Europe. She wasn't at all thrilled at the idea of the move. Everything she owned was carelessly thrown into boxes and bags. Her grandparents being both muggles, loved her deeply, and since the mage schools were destroyed by You-Know-Who, felt it would be safer being closer to a wizarding economy. Of course this was the last thing she wanted her grandparents to do. She knew only a few different spells using a wand, many of them not working out to well, considering her true power simply coming from herself, rather than threw a piece of wood. She would be attending her sixth year at Hogwarts, which wasn't the greatest thing considering her lack of knowledge about spells with wands. And of course that was the last thing she needed to deal with was wizards and witches taunting her to go back to 1st year. But at least it couldn't be much worse; she left out a slight laugh at the thought of it.
"Hey, think of all the fun I could have knowing they can't do much if they take my wand away, seeing as I've got a wide variety of spells that a wand could never perform backing me up." She giggled to herself quietly as she finally relaxed back into her seat with this wonderful thought floating about in her mind as she slipped on her headphones and quietly head banged away to AFI's Silver & Cold.