Post by rae on Nov 19, 2007 20:17:05 GMT -5
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It was now a proven fact: Alexandraea hated train stations--even magical ones. Then again, she also hated crowds and they tended to go hand in hand. Dragging her trunk through the people ridden platform, she handed her luggage off to a compartment official and then hopped on the Express that would be taking her to her first school. Her parents had tried to teach her all they knew. And, by parents, she meant her dad who has little patience after he was done with work and hardly knew anything besides charms, transfiguarations, and defense. Understandably, he knew Defense Against the Dark Arts most. Apparently he did something with international relations...she never really bothered to know her dad's position in the Ministry and he didn't bother to tell anyone in the family.
But now his eldest child was going far away from her family; plunged into a world where she was a mild stranger to. Her dad was a wizard, yes, but her mother was a muggle and she was housewife. There was hardly any magic around the house that wasn't done by accident. And her dad refused to teach her the spell to speed up cleaning. Ah, magical cleaning was the only reason her mother would ever want magical powers. Otherwise, she was happy with what she was and made sure that Alexandraea knew where half of her heritage came from. It was because of her that Alexandraea would bitterly be missing her TV. Her dad had said nothing to her besides that she better not fail. Her mother gave her a kiss and, to her surprise, presented herself with a young kitten before she left. She still didn't know what to name her.
Said kitten was now in a carrier, sleeping the day away. Alexandraea was moving from compartment to compartment, cursing the train stations, the crowds, and her inability to find a seat. Finally, upon some given grace, she found one that was empty. She was in there immediately, placing the unnamed one on a chair and relaxing by the window. The fifteen year old always loved the window seat. Looking at the scenery were what her green eyes were made for. Relaxing, Alexandraea wondered what Trios would be like and the people she would meet. How would they like her odd hair which was half brown, half black? And would anyone like her type of music--she never really knew. Or perhaps she did not care. Still, she wanted to meet new people but was unwilling to move and lose her compartment. Alexandraea knew that people would be seeking seating arrangements--they would come to her. All she had to do was wait.