"Oh Really? Why Wasn't I Informed?"
An experiment
Xochitl untangled herself from the arms of her mother and stared, dumbstruck at the throng of people crowding Diagon Alley. She found it all very hot and stuffy. She had been dreading this day ever since she accidentally melted an iceberg. Odd really.
Her parents were, well, to say the least a bit eccentric. They had both been born in Egypt, where they met and grew up, but soon became fascinated with the idea of America. So being the free spirits they both were; the couple took the first ship to the "land of the free". They were fascinated in Native Americans. They did so well without magic, better than the idiot muggles who needed "electricity".
That's how Xochitl was branded with such an unusual name. Ironically, her name meant "flower". She had never even seen a flower. Odd, you say, as if her parents lived in America, how could she never have seen one? You can't walk down the street in the summer without seeing bloody gobs of flowers. The thing is she never lived in America. After their fixation with America passed, her parents moved to Antarctica.
"How on Earth are you supposed to get to Antarctica without considerable funding, much less live there?" was the question she got every time she was accosted and interrogated about her origins. That was difficult to explain. Her parents were, as briefly mentioned before, magic makers. A witch and a wizard, respectfully.
Xochitl had been home schooled in the magical arts for three years before the Accident. On a break, she had been sitting wistfully thinking about the life of a normal person, when she realized her wand was not with her. This was bad, because if the occasional explorer they sometimes saw found a magic wand started playing around with it, he could cause the end of the world as the magic people know it.
An explorer didn't have her wand. A penguin did. Xochitl's eyes widened. No! Nonononononono! Everybody, or rather everybody, who had lived in Antarctica all her life, knew that a penguin was a brilliant creature. And a very, very mischievous creature.
She presumed its squawks of delight could be translated into the following conversation:
"Oy, mate, look what I found!"
"Why, Harold, did you just say oy, mate? We penguins aren't supposed to be multi cultural"
"Whatever. I found this stick here. Wait a minute.this isn't a stick! It's one of them things those magic folks have!"
"Well don't just stand there with it, idiot, give it a wave?"
Harold had a bit of sense; "do you really think we should play with it?"
"Why on Earth not?"
Harold shrugged as best as a penguin really can, "All right," he threw the wand at an iceberg, were it stuck. The wand presumably was confused ant the squawking he made when threw it, because the iceberg started to sink.
Xochitl let out a scream of rage, frustration, and mortification and jumped to the other side, which was fairly solid rock. The penguins, she noticed bitterly, where having quite a bit of fun having an afternoon swim in the newly enlarged pool.
That, in a nutshell, is how she stopped being home school and was sent to Hogwarts, the top Wizarding School. Now she was peeking into Diagon Alley, with her mother clinging to her arm (cutting off the circulation, now that she thought about it) apprehensively entering the busy world of common wizarding.
An experiment
Xochitl untangled herself from the arms of her mother and stared, dumbstruck at the throng of people crowding Diagon Alley. She found it all very hot and stuffy. She had been dreading this day ever since she accidentally melted an iceberg. Odd really.
Her parents were, well, to say the least a bit eccentric. They had both been born in Egypt, where they met and grew up, but soon became fascinated with the idea of America. So being the free spirits they both were; the couple took the first ship to the "land of the free". They were fascinated in Native Americans. They did so well without magic, better than the idiot muggles who needed "electricity".
That's how Xochitl was branded with such an unusual name. Ironically, her name meant "flower". She had never even seen a flower. Odd, you say, as if her parents lived in America, how could she never have seen one? You can't walk down the street in the summer without seeing bloody gobs of flowers. The thing is she never lived in America. After their fixation with America passed, her parents moved to Antarctica.
"How on Earth are you supposed to get to Antarctica without considerable funding, much less live there?" was the question she got every time she was accosted and interrogated about her origins. That was difficult to explain. Her parents were, as briefly mentioned before, magic makers. A witch and a wizard, respectfully.
Xochitl had been home schooled in the magical arts for three years before the Accident. On a break, she had been sitting wistfully thinking about the life of a normal person, when she realized her wand was not with her. This was bad, because if the occasional explorer they sometimes saw found a magic wand started playing around with it, he could cause the end of the world as the magic people know it.
An explorer didn't have her wand. A penguin did. Xochitl's eyes widened. No! Nonononononono! Everybody, or rather everybody, who had lived in Antarctica all her life, knew that a penguin was a brilliant creature. And a very, very mischievous creature.
She presumed its squawks of delight could be translated into the following conversation:
"Oy, mate, look what I found!"
"Why, Harold, did you just say oy, mate? We penguins aren't supposed to be multi cultural"
"Whatever. I found this stick here. Wait a minute.this isn't a stick! It's one of them things those magic folks have!"
"Well don't just stand there with it, idiot, give it a wave?"
Harold had a bit of sense; "do you really think we should play with it?"
"Why on Earth not?"
Harold shrugged as best as a penguin really can, "All right," he threw the wand at an iceberg, were it stuck. The wand presumably was confused ant the squawking he made when threw it, because the iceberg started to sink.
Xochitl let out a scream of rage, frustration, and mortification and jumped to the other side, which was fairly solid rock. The penguins, she noticed bitterly, where having quite a bit of fun having an afternoon swim in the newly enlarged pool.
That, in a nutshell, is how she stopped being home school and was sent to Hogwarts, the top Wizarding School. Now she was peeking into Diagon Alley, with her mother clinging to her arm (cutting off the circulation, now that she thought about it) apprehensively entering the busy world of common wizarding.