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don't recognize from the Harry Potter books.
A/N: Please read and review! This is my first fan fic, so I'd really appreciate any advice/comments you might have. I'm really sorry about the weird symbols, for some reason the computer put them in instead of apostrophes (').
Kings Cross was a bustling train station, in a busy part of London, where crowds flowed like ants in a continuous stream of traffic. In the middle of the hubbub, a girl with dangerous hazel eyes and strawberry blond hair framing a face that would have been pretty if she hadn't been practically daring people ask if she was o.k with her glaring eyes. Perhaps the most unusual thing about her was the falcon that sat on her shoulder giving passer byers much the same looks as his young mistress with his fiery brown eyes. The girl was Bridget Fawcutt, and she was eying the solid brick barrier in front of her apprehensively.
Get a grip, She chided herself, you know that you can get through. But Bridget knew that it wasn't really the barrier that was making her nervous and edgy-it was what she would meet on the other side. Even if she wouldn't even admit it to herself, she was worried about what the other students would think of her.
"Excuse me, but have you lost your way" a middle aged man with gray flecks in short auburn hair inquired kindly. Bridget hadn't noticed him come up while she was lost in thought, but she was immediately on guard-why would anyone care about her being lost?
"No, why do you ask?" she replied in the icy tone that had earned her the name "Ice Maiden" back home, as Charlie gave the man a look of fire from his perch on Bridgets shoulder.
The man had the sensation of being tested by a teenager, and frankly, it was making him nervous. The falcon didn't help either-it was like the bird was the girls gang mate, backing her up. He shrugged uneasily and mumbled, "just thought you looked lost or something" He immediately felt stupid-why was this girl making him mumble and shrink. However, when Bridget said coolly "did you." It was not a question and he took the opportunity to turn on his heel and walk quickly away.
Charley nibbled on Bridget's ear and looked reproachful. She stroked his silky feathers and asked, "you think I should have been nicer, don't you?" She sighed, "I just don't know what he wanted-it's not like there's any reason for him to want to help me."
There was a time when Bridget would have been pleased that someone had wanted to help, but that was when she still trusted people. She had long since learned not to trust anyone but animals-they didn't betray your trust. Or at least, they never betrayed Bridget's trust.
Steeling herself she pushed the trolley straight at the brick barrier, and was not even surprised when she met no resistance. Surprised was more vulnerable, and Bridget had spent years making walls of ice and flame around her that only animals could pass through.
She stepped out of the barrier and cast a defiant glance around the platform she found herself on.
A/N: Please read and review! This is my first fan fic, so I'd really appreciate any advice/comments you might have. I'm really sorry about the weird symbols, for some reason the computer put them in instead of apostrophes (').
Kings Cross was a bustling train station, in a busy part of London, where crowds flowed like ants in a continuous stream of traffic. In the middle of the hubbub, a girl with dangerous hazel eyes and strawberry blond hair framing a face that would have been pretty if she hadn't been practically daring people ask if she was o.k with her glaring eyes. Perhaps the most unusual thing about her was the falcon that sat on her shoulder giving passer byers much the same looks as his young mistress with his fiery brown eyes. The girl was Bridget Fawcutt, and she was eying the solid brick barrier in front of her apprehensively.
Get a grip, She chided herself, you know that you can get through. But Bridget knew that it wasn't really the barrier that was making her nervous and edgy-it was what she would meet on the other side. Even if she wouldn't even admit it to herself, she was worried about what the other students would think of her.
"Excuse me, but have you lost your way" a middle aged man with gray flecks in short auburn hair inquired kindly. Bridget hadn't noticed him come up while she was lost in thought, but she was immediately on guard-why would anyone care about her being lost?
"No, why do you ask?" she replied in the icy tone that had earned her the name "Ice Maiden" back home, as Charlie gave the man a look of fire from his perch on Bridgets shoulder.
The man had the sensation of being tested by a teenager, and frankly, it was making him nervous. The falcon didn't help either-it was like the bird was the girls gang mate, backing her up. He shrugged uneasily and mumbled, "just thought you looked lost or something" He immediately felt stupid-why was this girl making him mumble and shrink. However, when Bridget said coolly "did you." It was not a question and he took the opportunity to turn on his heel and walk quickly away.
Charley nibbled on Bridget's ear and looked reproachful. She stroked his silky feathers and asked, "you think I should have been nicer, don't you?" She sighed, "I just don't know what he wanted-it's not like there's any reason for him to want to help me."
There was a time when Bridget would have been pleased that someone had wanted to help, but that was when she still trusted people. She had long since learned not to trust anyone but animals-they didn't betray your trust. Or at least, they never betrayed Bridget's trust.
Steeling herself she pushed the trolley straight at the brick barrier, and was not even surprised when she met no resistance. Surprised was more vulnerable, and Bridget had spent years making walls of ice and flame around her that only animals could pass through.
She stepped out of the barrier and cast a defiant glance around the platform she found herself on.