Post by symantha on Sept 22, 2007 6:03:40 GMT -5
Hello new world.
Symantha Grey stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, to a place where no one was waiting for her. To a place where not one soul knew her name. Her deep brown curls covered half of her porcelain-like face as she stared out into the dispersing crowds of students, all of which seemed to know somebody. But she was nothing to the magical world, just as the magical world had meant nothing to her. All of the people here were non-existent before she knew she had magical blood. And pureblood at that, whatever that was.
Shifting her backpack on her shoulders, she began to walk forward past the crowds of chatting people. She envied them for knowing what to say and who to talk to. And she envied them for knowing more than she did about this place, this new community. But as much as she hated the fact that she was in a place so friendless, it was all so much better than home. Much better than a place where all she knew was pain, and violence, and most of all… death.
Death was such a strange heartache. It was something she found she couldn’t control like others could, or perhaps couldn’t. Yet now, she was a witch. And her friend, a muggle, had died. But ‘pureblooded’ witches weren’t supposed to care for muggles, at least that was what her mother had told her. She told Symantha that she was only a muggle child and that she shouldn’t dwell on such nonsense. And father, well he made it quite clear that he didn’t want to hear about the ‘dead muggle’ anymore.
And now, here she stood. In the very place her parents had gotten their morality from. The very place that they had dreamed up inside her pretty little head. This place of wonder and hope for their pure-blooded daughter. But what did she care? It was just another place, full of freaks. The only thing she looked forward to here was the sport called quidditch.
Her father seemed to fancy her quidditch ambition, so he had taken her to an old hidden quidditch field and taught her how to ride her first broom, and how to throw a quaffle just right. But her favorite was hitting bludgers, with the bat of course. That silly imitation baseball bat, which was at least a foot too short to actually be a baseball bat, but she figured that was kind of the point.
Sym had been walking for a while now, thinking about quidditch, because it was the only thing she could think about. Well the only thing that would keep her in a good mood that is. Suddenly, Sym’s attention lay upon a lake. A random lake just sitting there on the grounds as students stood near each other talking amongst themselves as the breeze rippled over the surface of the lake. This was probably the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. Even more beautiful than the ocean at sunrise. She wished she could capture this small moment with her hand, just reach out and take it and put it into her pocket so she could look at it later. Maybe there was a bit of magic she could learn so she could do things like that.
Throwing her backpack aside on the grass, Sym couldn’t keep her eyes off of the other children who seemed so smooth at communicating with one another. And sitting down beside her backpack, she folded her legs and leaned forward, trying not to stare at the students that walked by her, looking down at her strangely. She wasn’t used to this cold weather either. The sky was gray and clouds had covered the sun. It was completely different from California, where the sun was always bright and the sky was always a clear blue and everywhere you went, you could smell the ocean.
There weren’t any smells like that here. The most she’d taken in were the smells from the train. The smell of different coffees and chocolate candies had filled that train from the moment the candy woman had walked by, selling her strangely decorated boxes of candies. Sym had went to try some of the jelly bean like things but was stopped by a student who recommended not having them. It still never occurred to her why she shouldn’t try them. Jelly beans were prettiful and stuff. But even that girl didn’t talk long. In fact, that was the only thing the girl said to Sym the whole way to the school. Every other time Sym looked over, she had been staring hard out of the window, as though she were daydreaming or something.
So here Sym sat, alone.
Symantha Grey stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, to a place where no one was waiting for her. To a place where not one soul knew her name. Her deep brown curls covered half of her porcelain-like face as she stared out into the dispersing crowds of students, all of which seemed to know somebody. But she was nothing to the magical world, just as the magical world had meant nothing to her. All of the people here were non-existent before she knew she had magical blood. And pureblood at that, whatever that was.
Shifting her backpack on her shoulders, she began to walk forward past the crowds of chatting people. She envied them for knowing what to say and who to talk to. And she envied them for knowing more than she did about this place, this new community. But as much as she hated the fact that she was in a place so friendless, it was all so much better than home. Much better than a place where all she knew was pain, and violence, and most of all… death.
Death was such a strange heartache. It was something she found she couldn’t control like others could, or perhaps couldn’t. Yet now, she was a witch. And her friend, a muggle, had died. But ‘pureblooded’ witches weren’t supposed to care for muggles, at least that was what her mother had told her. She told Symantha that she was only a muggle child and that she shouldn’t dwell on such nonsense. And father, well he made it quite clear that he didn’t want to hear about the ‘dead muggle’ anymore.
And now, here she stood. In the very place her parents had gotten their morality from. The very place that they had dreamed up inside her pretty little head. This place of wonder and hope for their pure-blooded daughter. But what did she care? It was just another place, full of freaks. The only thing she looked forward to here was the sport called quidditch.
Her father seemed to fancy her quidditch ambition, so he had taken her to an old hidden quidditch field and taught her how to ride her first broom, and how to throw a quaffle just right. But her favorite was hitting bludgers, with the bat of course. That silly imitation baseball bat, which was at least a foot too short to actually be a baseball bat, but she figured that was kind of the point.
Sym had been walking for a while now, thinking about quidditch, because it was the only thing she could think about. Well the only thing that would keep her in a good mood that is. Suddenly, Sym’s attention lay upon a lake. A random lake just sitting there on the grounds as students stood near each other talking amongst themselves as the breeze rippled over the surface of the lake. This was probably the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. Even more beautiful than the ocean at sunrise. She wished she could capture this small moment with her hand, just reach out and take it and put it into her pocket so she could look at it later. Maybe there was a bit of magic she could learn so she could do things like that.
Throwing her backpack aside on the grass, Sym couldn’t keep her eyes off of the other children who seemed so smooth at communicating with one another. And sitting down beside her backpack, she folded her legs and leaned forward, trying not to stare at the students that walked by her, looking down at her strangely. She wasn’t used to this cold weather either. The sky was gray and clouds had covered the sun. It was completely different from California, where the sun was always bright and the sky was always a clear blue and everywhere you went, you could smell the ocean.
There weren’t any smells like that here. The most she’d taken in were the smells from the train. The smell of different coffees and chocolate candies had filled that train from the moment the candy woman had walked by, selling her strangely decorated boxes of candies. Sym had went to try some of the jelly bean like things but was stopped by a student who recommended not having them. It still never occurred to her why she shouldn’t try them. Jelly beans were prettiful and stuff. But even that girl didn’t talk long. In fact, that was the only thing the girl said to Sym the whole way to the school. Every other time Sym looked over, she had been staring hard out of the window, as though she were daydreaming or something.
So here Sym sat, alone.