Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, that right belongs to
J. K. Rowling and company. The Craft is a real religion that is practiced by
many, myself included, a form of which is known as Wicca. While some facts
may be stretched a little, the general idea of the religion is true.
Summary: A practicing Wiccan visits Hogwarts in the gang's sixth year. The
results are astounding.
Rowan Windchild, Daughter of the Goddess
Chapter Two
Rowan woke with a start. Checking her watch, she saw that two hours had
passed. Sighing, she looked out the window, and a smile graced her lips as
she heard over the intercom that they were approaching the airport.
By the time she finally stepped off the plane she was ready to jump out of
her skin. She had always hated flying, especially those long flights where
they serve food that taste like cardboard and show the latest movies. People
always noticed her strange clothing and tended to ask questions whose answers
made the entire situaton rather uncomfortable.
After retrieving her small bag (the others had been sent ahead) and going
through Customs, she made her way to the airport's lobby. She had been told
that someone would be coming to pick her up, probably one of the teachers.
Looking around, she noticed a boy near her age standing off to the side
holding a sign, and was mildly surprised to see her name written upon it. She
walked over to him, a grin forming with each step. She had a very good
feeling about this.
"Hi, I'm Rowan Windchild."
She wasn't the least bit offended at the look of awe as he took in her
clothing. She wore dark pants that were of an Asian style, light colored
vines lining the sides. A loose white shirt with long belled sleeves was
hidden by a deep ruby cloak that had a look of velvet to it. The inside of
the cloak was covered with various symbols, all relating to her Craft; a
pentagram, runes, signs of the zodiac, suns, moons, and stars, among other
thngs.
Her hair didn't help any either. Originally it was a shining white, but a few
years ago she had discovered a mixture of herbs that made it look silver and
had adopted it as her new color. It looked natural on her, with the straight
strands hanging down to her shoulders, and that seemed to be what confused
people.
Around her neck was a small moonstone pendant. The earings she wore were
bright suns. Both of these expressed her great love for the Lord and Lady,
and she wore them proudly at all times.
He, on the other hand, was wearing faded jeans, a dark shirt, and an equally
dark jacket. She had to admit that she would feel a little out of place if
everyone at the school dressed as he did.
Waking from his "trance", the boy offered his hand, which she gladly shook.
"I'm Eric Hawkins. The Professor sent me to find you. Here, let me take your
bag." He reached for the strap, but she twisted out of his reach.
"Sorry, but I'd rather carry it myself. Thanks, though."
Shrugging, he turned and walked towards the main doors, motioning for her to
follow. She held the drawstring bag closely to her side, her hand clutching
at the ties, making sure that nothing fell out. Her Book of Shadows was in
that bag, along with her wand that was wrapped in black silk. She normally
preferred her athame, but the beautiful knife had to be sent ahead of time;
security would never have allowed her to take it with her.
She wouldn't trust anyone with the task of carrying the bag, its contents
were just too precious.
Outside a cab was waiting for them. In front of the car stood a woman wearing
a business suit. She had square glasses and her dark hair was drawn back into
a neat bun. She had a stern look about her, but Rowan felt that she could
trust this woman; she was not all she appeared to be, that was certain. When
the woman spoke her voice was firm, yet it had a slight gentle edge to it.
"You must be Ms. Windchild. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall from Hogwarts
School.
Smiling, Rowan bowed deeply, showing her great respect for the teacher. Even
though she had never before met the woman, she was a giver of knowledge, and
that alone was to be honored. "It is a privledge to meet you, Professor
McGonagall."
Slightly taken back by this action, the Professor found herself speechless
for a few moments. Finally regaining her composure, she gestured to the cab
waiting behind them. "Well, I suppose we had best be going. The train will be
leaving soon."
Rowan nodded, sliding into the back seat beside Eric, while the Professor sat
in front. Taking deep breaths as she watched the city fly by the window, she
prepared herself for the startling discoveries she would soon make.
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 21, 2002
HAPPY MIDSUMMER EVERYONE!!!
J. K. Rowling and company. The Craft is a real religion that is practiced by
many, myself included, a form of which is known as Wicca. While some facts
may be stretched a little, the general idea of the religion is true.
Summary: A practicing Wiccan visits Hogwarts in the gang's sixth year. The
results are astounding.
Rowan Windchild, Daughter of the Goddess
Chapter Two
Rowan woke with a start. Checking her watch, she saw that two hours had
passed. Sighing, she looked out the window, and a smile graced her lips as
she heard over the intercom that they were approaching the airport.
By the time she finally stepped off the plane she was ready to jump out of
her skin. She had always hated flying, especially those long flights where
they serve food that taste like cardboard and show the latest movies. People
always noticed her strange clothing and tended to ask questions whose answers
made the entire situaton rather uncomfortable.
After retrieving her small bag (the others had been sent ahead) and going
through Customs, she made her way to the airport's lobby. She had been told
that someone would be coming to pick her up, probably one of the teachers.
Looking around, she noticed a boy near her age standing off to the side
holding a sign, and was mildly surprised to see her name written upon it. She
walked over to him, a grin forming with each step. She had a very good
feeling about this.
"Hi, I'm Rowan Windchild."
She wasn't the least bit offended at the look of awe as he took in her
clothing. She wore dark pants that were of an Asian style, light colored
vines lining the sides. A loose white shirt with long belled sleeves was
hidden by a deep ruby cloak that had a look of velvet to it. The inside of
the cloak was covered with various symbols, all relating to her Craft; a
pentagram, runes, signs of the zodiac, suns, moons, and stars, among other
thngs.
Her hair didn't help any either. Originally it was a shining white, but a few
years ago she had discovered a mixture of herbs that made it look silver and
had adopted it as her new color. It looked natural on her, with the straight
strands hanging down to her shoulders, and that seemed to be what confused
people.
Around her neck was a small moonstone pendant. The earings she wore were
bright suns. Both of these expressed her great love for the Lord and Lady,
and she wore them proudly at all times.
He, on the other hand, was wearing faded jeans, a dark shirt, and an equally
dark jacket. She had to admit that she would feel a little out of place if
everyone at the school dressed as he did.
Waking from his "trance", the boy offered his hand, which she gladly shook.
"I'm Eric Hawkins. The Professor sent me to find you. Here, let me take your
bag." He reached for the strap, but she twisted out of his reach.
"Sorry, but I'd rather carry it myself. Thanks, though."
Shrugging, he turned and walked towards the main doors, motioning for her to
follow. She held the drawstring bag closely to her side, her hand clutching
at the ties, making sure that nothing fell out. Her Book of Shadows was in
that bag, along with her wand that was wrapped in black silk. She normally
preferred her athame, but the beautiful knife had to be sent ahead of time;
security would never have allowed her to take it with her.
She wouldn't trust anyone with the task of carrying the bag, its contents
were just too precious.
Outside a cab was waiting for them. In front of the car stood a woman wearing
a business suit. She had square glasses and her dark hair was drawn back into
a neat bun. She had a stern look about her, but Rowan felt that she could
trust this woman; she was not all she appeared to be, that was certain. When
the woman spoke her voice was firm, yet it had a slight gentle edge to it.
"You must be Ms. Windchild. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall from Hogwarts
School.
Smiling, Rowan bowed deeply, showing her great respect for the teacher. Even
though she had never before met the woman, she was a giver of knowledge, and
that alone was to be honored. "It is a privledge to meet you, Professor
McGonagall."
Slightly taken back by this action, the Professor found herself speechless
for a few moments. Finally regaining her composure, she gestured to the cab
waiting behind them. "Well, I suppose we had best be going. The train will be
leaving soon."
Rowan nodded, sliding into the back seat beside Eric, while the Professor sat
in front. Taking deep breaths as she watched the city fly by the window, she
prepared herself for the startling discoveries she would soon make.
Nathronoelei
"Weaver of Dreams"
June 21, 2002
HAPPY MIDSUMMER EVERYONE!!!