Post by liz on Aug 31, 2007 14:35:51 GMT -5
Leslie had been lying on her bed in the Mihael dorms for a long time. Classes were all done for the day and she was resting her mind. All of this magic. Magic she had never even heard of before she came to Trios Hogwarts. She didn't even know magic was real, besides seeing it in kids movies and storybooks. She new that fake stuff was just a load of rubbish. Of course a kid would dream about having magic powers or silly things like that. But who ever knew there was a school! A huge school that magic was really real. Sometime Leslie just sat and thought about it like she was doing now. She thought and wondered how all this was possible. And sometimes she'd think back to when she was sitting in the kitchen with her mom and dad eating breakfast and then seeing a letter pop through the door. Which was for her and it even said what room she slept in, as a sort of direct address. Her parents didn't believe it at first, and neither did Leslie. The family thought it was some kind of piratical joke directing their daughter. Which was understandable as the next street over was a no good evil kid everywhere, kind of street. It wasn't until another letter came and Leslie had been sleeping down stairs for the past few days, because of the previous letter knowing where she slept. But when the next letter came it stated to Leslie Burton and the to address said the couch in the basement. Leslie took the letter both of them in fact the first one and the second one. She ran up to her room and opened the first one, read it then opened the second one. What she had read was unbelievable, showing her parents they slowly believed this, and that's pretty much how Leslie was off to Hogwarts.
Breaking out of her thinking she remember she was still standing looking at the Rickety Pier. It looked so unstable. So dangerous. She wondered if it was really true that there were fish that would eat your fishing rod whole. She took a step on to it and it made a creek noise. This pier was very old and very long, stretching 15 feet out into the water. Guessing it had to be safe, why would the school allow student's to come here if it was going to fall down when a student walked on it.
The Rickety Pier was damp from today, because it had been raining so hard, that it was coming down in what seemed like blankets. Finally it let up enough that it was a light shower, but still medium sized raindrops. So she wore a sweater with a long sleeve shirt under it, and some jeans. Walking out to the end of the pier She stayed in the center as she walked. When she got to the end of it, she stood and looked out across the water. She shuddered as she looked down at the deep water. She couldn't swim, but she could tread water for a short amount of time, but she never did it the right way so she got tired fast, and then would start to drown. Mad at her self for her parents being able to swim like fish, while she sinks like a rock, Her dad kept insisting that she take swimming lesson, but Leslie didn't want to, because her non-magic best friend already tried to teach her, no luck. She couldn't understand it, maybe it was because her parents both grew up living on the lake and she didn't. Wasn’t genetics so post to be passed down? Thinking oh well, she probably wasn't going to be doing any swimming here anyways. She sat down at the edge of the pier crossed legged. A cool breeze blew ruffling her hair. Sometime's she thought this was all a dream and she got hit on the head that morning and was in a coma right now, she new this was very silly to think of, but she did remember seeing a show when she was little, of a boy who was in a coma and was dreaming of this whole other world he had to help save. So that kind of gave it the 'This might be possible' idea. She sighed picking up a smooth rock beside her and skipping it into the lake. It did three skips before sinking into the water, which reminded her of her lack of swimming skills. She sat and stared at the raindrops falling into the water, as the wind blew making the raindrops fall off to the side.
Breaking out of her thinking she remember she was still standing looking at the Rickety Pier. It looked so unstable. So dangerous. She wondered if it was really true that there were fish that would eat your fishing rod whole. She took a step on to it and it made a creek noise. This pier was very old and very long, stretching 15 feet out into the water. Guessing it had to be safe, why would the school allow student's to come here if it was going to fall down when a student walked on it.
The Rickety Pier was damp from today, because it had been raining so hard, that it was coming down in what seemed like blankets. Finally it let up enough that it was a light shower, but still medium sized raindrops. So she wore a sweater with a long sleeve shirt under it, and some jeans. Walking out to the end of the pier She stayed in the center as she walked. When she got to the end of it, she stood and looked out across the water. She shuddered as she looked down at the deep water. She couldn't swim, but she could tread water for a short amount of time, but she never did it the right way so she got tired fast, and then would start to drown. Mad at her self for her parents being able to swim like fish, while she sinks like a rock, Her dad kept insisting that she take swimming lesson, but Leslie didn't want to, because her non-magic best friend already tried to teach her, no luck. She couldn't understand it, maybe it was because her parents both grew up living on the lake and she didn't. Wasn’t genetics so post to be passed down? Thinking oh well, she probably wasn't going to be doing any swimming here anyways. She sat down at the edge of the pier crossed legged. A cool breeze blew ruffling her hair. Sometime's she thought this was all a dream and she got hit on the head that morning and was in a coma right now, she new this was very silly to think of, but she did remember seeing a show when she was little, of a boy who was in a coma and was dreaming of this whole other world he had to help save. So that kind of gave it the 'This might be possible' idea. She sighed picking up a smooth rock beside her and skipping it into the lake. It did three skips before sinking into the water, which reminded her of her lack of swimming skills. She sat and stared at the raindrops falling into the water, as the wind blew making the raindrops fall off to the side.