The intro and the introduction
"Drip...drip...drip..." Verlieren listened to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain against the foggy window. It seemed like it was always raining in England, especially when something frightening was on the rise. She could almost still hear her mothers voice in the gentle slapping of the rain against the window.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright, Verlieren? It's an awfully long way away from home." her mother again coaxed gently.
"Mother, how different can it be from Zauberei Magical Arts Academy back in Germany?" Verlieren said for what seemed like the thousandth time. She'd almost convinced herself. But the truth was, it was going to be different, and she knew it. She was having trouble with the concept of being alone in England. Well, she wouldn't be alone, but she would certainly be lonely.
As the only new girl going into the 6th year, Verlieren was not only nervous; she was terrified. Though she was a fairly pretty girl, with long blonde hair and a rosy complexion, she was deathly afraid of being new, and having to make friends. Even at Zauberei she kept primarily to herself, enjoying the company of a few close friends over a crowd. But more than anything, she was afraid to leave her family and the place she new. Germany had always been home to her, the sights and sounds of people bustling about their business on the busy roads, tiny shops along the side roads. Familiar faces rushed through her head so fast she couldn't even see the train car. She racked her brain for memories from home, and there was no shortage of these. Her first day of school, the first time she met her best friend, the memories pounded between her ears so loudly it drowned out the pouring rain.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright, Verlieren? It's an awfully long way away from home." her mother again coaxed gently.
"Mother, how different can it be from Zauberei Magical Arts Academy back in Germany..."
Her tears slowly joined the rain in the gently pitter-patter of noise in the empty back train car. Then, almost as slowly as it had started, her ocean of empty tears faded into a sea of dreams in the dark night.
"Drip...drip...drip..." Verlieren listened to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain against the foggy window. It seemed like it was always raining in England, especially when something frightening was on the rise. She could almost still hear her mothers voice in the gentle slapping of the rain against the window.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright, Verlieren? It's an awfully long way away from home." her mother again coaxed gently.
"Mother, how different can it be from Zauberei Magical Arts Academy back in Germany?" Verlieren said for what seemed like the thousandth time. She'd almost convinced herself. But the truth was, it was going to be different, and she knew it. She was having trouble with the concept of being alone in England. Well, she wouldn't be alone, but she would certainly be lonely.
As the only new girl going into the 6th year, Verlieren was not only nervous; she was terrified. Though she was a fairly pretty girl, with long blonde hair and a rosy complexion, she was deathly afraid of being new, and having to make friends. Even at Zauberei she kept primarily to herself, enjoying the company of a few close friends over a crowd. But more than anything, she was afraid to leave her family and the place she new. Germany had always been home to her, the sights and sounds of people bustling about their business on the busy roads, tiny shops along the side roads. Familiar faces rushed through her head so fast she couldn't even see the train car. She racked her brain for memories from home, and there was no shortage of these. Her first day of school, the first time she met her best friend, the memories pounded between her ears so loudly it drowned out the pouring rain.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright, Verlieren? It's an awfully long way away from home." her mother again coaxed gently.
"Mother, how different can it be from Zauberei Magical Arts Academy back in Germany..."
Her tears slowly joined the rain in the gently pitter-patter of noise in the empty back train car. Then, almost as slowly as it had started, her ocean of empty tears faded into a sea of dreams in the dark night.
