Hi! Here's the next chapter. Next chapter will have some dialog and character devolvement, but the story will really take off when Tom turns 11.
Start of something new
Neither of them would forget that day though the excite words used would fade from their memory.
Aquila remembered that she couldn't stop talking. She was so excited. She was so happy to meet a wizard. To have a real person to talk to again. For the first time sense she had been cast out from her family and her world she felt comforted, safe. It was like she could taste the magic around the boy like he was surrounded by a glow of power that separated him from the filth that they were forced to share there living space with.
The other children were ugly, dirty, and grey, while Tom was beautiful, Tom was color, Tom was power.
She had forgotten how to breathe, she had forgotten how to live as a Black, in this new cruel world she had sunk into depression and she had almost lost herself.
Tom was her light that reminded her that she was different, he was a connection to her past and he was hopefully a connection to a new future.
She would teach him all she knew. She would guide him. He had something that she didn't have and if she couldn't find away to take some magic for her own then she would live though him.
She would be great and Tom would help her one way or another.
Tom POV
She was different from the beginning. The way she looked at him when she saw him kneeling in the dirt talking to the closest thing he had ever had as a friend was different. Her eyes had lit up, her face had flushed, her mouth…had smiled at him.
Even without that fact that no one ever smiled at him or talked to him she was obviously different Her teeth, her hair, her face, and hands were all immaculate unlike almost everyone else here. Her posture was straight. She didn't look like an innocent ignorant stupid child, but he had been proven wrong before.
It was such a relief not to be proven wrong for once. It wasn't in his nature to trust and he didn't believe her at first. Wizards, witches, a whole world he knew nothing of, and nothing she could prove for she was not a witch herself.
He thought her crazy and a liar, but he didn't call her on it. He let her talk until the amount of information she spoke became too much to be a hoax, until her descriptions of magic she had seen came too close to the things he had done before and never spoken of.
Why did he let her speck? Because he was bored and curious about what she would come up with? Yes, but that wasn't all. No one had ever looked at him like that… as if in awe.
One of the first things she told him was what little she knew of parsltongue.
Of how even in her world it was a rare gift. He was important. He was special. He had already known that of course, but acknowledgement was nice. Acknowledgement was something he had never had before.
Aquila as he learned she was called, was content to stop whatever she had been doing previous and sit next to him to tell him things that become more and more fascinating as they began to seem more and more real.
She didn't stop talking until they were made to line up to come inside and even then she paid no attention to anyone else. It was as if neither the other children nor the Matron even existed. Later she would tell him that it was a pity they did exist that Tom and her were so much more important then the muggles.
The nice feeling acknowledgement brought increased after she said that. It looked like life might not be so dull anymore. The thought made him smile.