A/N: Ok, here's the prologue of my newest story. Sorry, its short, but it's
a prologue, isn't it? If anyone figures out who Brighid is, let me know in
a review.
The girl stood behind a large group of eleven-year olds, watching the people in the room before her. In all her years of life, she had never seen anything like this place. And she had seen a lot. More than even that singing hat, she mused.
If anyone looked at her, they wouldn't realize her age, for she was small, at 5'1, with long hair, hair as dark as the night sky. The skin on her heart-shaped face was the pale white of the moon, and her round eyes were the marigold of the bright sun that rose over her home country every morning.
As she trained her gaze on the ceiling of the large room, the ceiling that resembled her in appearance, she thought about how they wouldn't recognize her wisdom either. Well, some of them might, but most wouldn't.
Then, the tall woman who had been calling out the names of the eleven- year olds announced, "And finally, our transfer student from Ireland, Brighid Danaan, who will be joining the fifth year."
The room became quiet, and Brighid felt all eyes on her. She lifted her pale chin and began walking towards the old hat. Even if they realized she was wise, they would never realize the extent of her wisdom. Nor would they realize her age. To realize either of those, they would have to first discover who she was. And if she played her cards right, they wouldn't.
The girl stood behind a large group of eleven-year olds, watching the people in the room before her. In all her years of life, she had never seen anything like this place. And she had seen a lot. More than even that singing hat, she mused.
If anyone looked at her, they wouldn't realize her age, for she was small, at 5'1, with long hair, hair as dark as the night sky. The skin on her heart-shaped face was the pale white of the moon, and her round eyes were the marigold of the bright sun that rose over her home country every morning.
As she trained her gaze on the ceiling of the large room, the ceiling that resembled her in appearance, she thought about how they wouldn't recognize her wisdom either. Well, some of them might, but most wouldn't.
Then, the tall woman who had been calling out the names of the eleven- year olds announced, "And finally, our transfer student from Ireland, Brighid Danaan, who will be joining the fifth year."
The room became quiet, and Brighid felt all eyes on her. She lifted her pale chin and began walking towards the old hat. Even if they realized she was wise, they would never realize the extent of her wisdom. Nor would they realize her age. To realize either of those, they would have to first discover who she was. And if she played her cards right, they wouldn't.