DISCLAIMER: I don't own the setting or some other things. The characters are mine however.
Plot: What's it even like at Ilvermorny? Find out by following the adventure of Violet Murray in The Murray Chronicles.
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"Now Violet, I don't want to have to be sending Howlers." Said one of the many mothers how were talking with the their children before they departed to Ilvermorny School of Magic.
"Gloria, she'll be alright." Said the father. He seemed calmer than the mother.
"Yeah mom, it's Ilvermorny we're talking about." The small eleven-year-old girl said. In her hand she held an eleven-inch elm wand with a unicorn hair core.
Much like the other wizards and witches at the station, they word No-Maj clothing in order to bend in with the non magical folk who were nearby. Strong protective spells hid the train station from No-Maj eyes.
"Violet will write every week, I'm sure. She'll get in trouble, have detention, and be top in every class," The father said, looking at his daughter with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"Don't expect too much, dad." The girl laughed.
"Violet!" Warned her mother.
"Alright, alright, mum! Calm down!" The girl said in between the shared chuckles with her father.
The large train let out steam and Violet looked back. She kissed her parents, wishing them farewell. With her wand in her right hand and her suitcase and backpack in her other, her ran to the train.
Violet showed her wand permit to the conductor and found the emptiest compartment. There sat a boy her age, putting his suitcase underneath his seat.
"Hey." Violet said as she opened the compartment door.
The boy jumped.
"Sorry. Can I sit here? Every where else is full." Violet said.
The boy nodded and she sat opposite of him.
"I'm James Creswell. First Grader." Said the boy. He was scrawny and taller than Violet by an inch. His curly short brown hair was extremely messy, as if he just woke up. He seemed tired but still wide-eyed.
"I'm Violet Murray. First Grader." She responded. She put her hand out and James Creswell shook it slowly but surely.
They sat down and asked each other the questions. James was a pureblood like Violet. He has a brother in Second Grade whereas Violet is an only child.
"Isn't it exciting? I can't wait to learn how to fly and conjure foods!" Violet exclaimed.
"You're a Quidditch fan, then?" James snorted.
"Who isn't? Best sport in the world, Quidditch!" Violet countered. "What I wouldn't give to be soaring up there in the sky! My dad says I'm a natural born Chaser!"
James rolled his eyes, "I don't see the big deal, I prefer having my feet on the ground, thank you very much."
Violet rolled her eyes in return to James' comment and walked over to the window.
As the train got closer, Violet could see the navy blue sky surrounded the castle and the moon glowed a bright white. The yellow-orange lights in the gray-blue castle shone brightly. "It's beautiful," Sighed James from behind her.
"It's like magic." Violet agreed.