Author's notes:
Hey there!
I'm Ducky, and this is my first story here on about the short first chapter. I'm currently in the process of writing the second one.
I also apologize for the fact that there are no Harry Potter characters in this chapter, but in the second chapter, they'll all be there, and you'll know why I couldn't put any in this chapter. :3
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry potter or any of its characters, but I do own Cadence Delavi, an original character in this story.
Cadence Delavi sat upon the steps leading up to her house. Her backpack was slung over her back, and she was clutching a notebook in her right hand. Today had been quite an interesting day in school for her, if interesting was truly the appropriate word. Her first day, which had begun loaded with hope, had fallen so far as the day went on. Though she had to admit the academic program of her new school was quite admirable, the kids were terrible to her. It just so happened that being different was a crime that would result in the punishment of being shunned and ridiculed throughout your whole academic career. All she had done was show one girl what was inside her notebook, and her whole day just began to fall apart. Inside the notebook had been drawings and stories of magic. Magical creatures, wizards, witches, potions-Cadence loved it all. She loved drawing and creating her own type of dragon, or writing stories about going to magical lands. Well, at least she used to. Thanks to her classmates, that was all in the past. In the middle of her anger with them, she had ripped everything out of her notebook and thrown it in the trash. Thats where they had said that magical ideas belonged, and where she belonged. They had told her that she was no more than a piece of garbage, and deep in her heart, she couldnt help but believe them. She hardly lived in a beautiful mansion like her classmates, or had piles of money to spare. No, she lived in a house that was just big enough for her and her parents, and her parents just barely scraped together enough money to pay the tuition for her to attend a private school.
She glanced down at her uniform, her symbol of conformity. It showed that she was part of a community of people without an individual thought in their heads. It showed that she was one of them-those people who had made her first day a nightmare, and had ridiculed her ideas. She then knew that she really didnt belong there with them. She wanted to be among people who could understand her, people who could maybe even be considered magical, or at least liked anything to do with magic. She began to wonder where she could find somewhere like that, but soon enough, she didnt feel like wondering anymore. She just wanted to run as far as she could, or at least until she could find the place she had thought about. Quickly, she got up off of the steps, and turned her head to the sky. She interlocked the fingers of her hands, and thought, I wish my life could be more magical, and that I can find people who can understand me-people that I can call friends. She quietly bowed her head, and began to run as fast as her legs would take her. She could feel fatigue creeping upon her, but she pushed it away. There was no room for feeling tired, and no time to stop. She continued to run until she felt a sharp pain in her head as she collided with a wall. She could feel her mind going numb, and her awareness slipping away until everything faded to black.