*Introduction*
The black haired and green-eyed girl looked up at the castle as she stepped
out of her horseless carriage. England and their castles.
Cyntheria hoped her current appearance was good enough. She was a Metagmorphmagus, but didn't want anyone to know it. It's weird enough being an exchange student at a wizarding school without having to have an extremely rare gift, too.
Cyntheria usually lived in America. She went to St. Arrissa's School For Witches. It was a girls-only school, and this was only the 20th year it was open. She'd been going there since she was 10, and there were 8 years. Here at Hogwarts, people weren't accepted until they were 11 and there were only seven years. How were you supposed to learn all the magic you'd ever need in seven years?
Cyntheria dropped to the back of the crowd as they all rushed towards the castle. Her mother had insisted that for her sixth year, she go to Hogwarts. But she'd be in seventh year here, because she was 17. It was all very confusing. Cyntheria pulled a mirror out of the outside pocket of her trunk and looked in it. She had wanted her hair a bit shorter than it had turned out. After frantic looks to make sure that nobody was watching the unusual girl, she made a face and heard the familiar popping sound. Her hair was now just above chin-length. Perfect.
Cyntheria hoped her current appearance was good enough. She was a Metagmorphmagus, but didn't want anyone to know it. It's weird enough being an exchange student at a wizarding school without having to have an extremely rare gift, too.
Cyntheria usually lived in America. She went to St. Arrissa's School For Witches. It was a girls-only school, and this was only the 20th year it was open. She'd been going there since she was 10, and there were 8 years. Here at Hogwarts, people weren't accepted until they were 11 and there were only seven years. How were you supposed to learn all the magic you'd ever need in seven years?
Cyntheria dropped to the back of the crowd as they all rushed towards the castle. Her mother had insisted that for her sixth year, she go to Hogwarts. But she'd be in seventh year here, because she was 17. It was all very confusing. Cyntheria pulled a mirror out of the outside pocket of her trunk and looked in it. She had wanted her hair a bit shorter than it had turned out. After frantic looks to make sure that nobody was watching the unusual girl, she made a face and heard the familiar popping sound. Her hair was now just above chin-length. Perfect.