Post by Gail Lawrence on Apr 6, 2008 18:43:33 GMT -5
Flashback to early June...
Gail sighed as the Hogwarts Express pulled into Kings Cross. It would be the last time she would ride the beloved train, and she was rather loathe to leave it. Uncle Eli’s car had broken down yesterday, so she would have to make her own way to Swansea.
Her coming home, instead of heading out on her own, was still a sore spot with her aunt. Even with her academic performance, Gail had no job prospects coming out of Hogwarts. Aunt Dev had expected her to be gainfully employed, as a young person ought to be, immediately or soon out of school. Without a job, she could not pay rent on a flat and would have to remain with her aunt and uncle in Swansea.
As the train finally stopped, she sighed, pulling her trunk from the shelf above. She certainly had the scores to get a good job, if she had tried. The problem was, Gail had no idea what she wanted to do. She knew she wanted to help people, but about the only way to do that was through the Ministry. And they had shown their great worth last summer. So, she was trapped.
Something would come up. It had to. It just might take a while. She purposely ignored the question of how long it would take.
Bringing her trunk to the ground, Baldwin’s cage on top of it, she helped a few younger students unload their things as well. She recognized a few faces along the way--some from Ravenclaw, some from the invasion, and the rest from places she could not recall. As she pulled her own trunk onto a trolley, she heard a painfully familiar voice behind her.
“Abigail, dear! How delightful to see you!”
Gail sighed as the Hogwarts Express pulled into Kings Cross. It would be the last time she would ride the beloved train, and she was rather loathe to leave it. Uncle Eli’s car had broken down yesterday, so she would have to make her own way to Swansea.
Her coming home, instead of heading out on her own, was still a sore spot with her aunt. Even with her academic performance, Gail had no job prospects coming out of Hogwarts. Aunt Dev had expected her to be gainfully employed, as a young person ought to be, immediately or soon out of school. Without a job, she could not pay rent on a flat and would have to remain with her aunt and uncle in Swansea.
As the train finally stopped, she sighed, pulling her trunk from the shelf above. She certainly had the scores to get a good job, if she had tried. The problem was, Gail had no idea what she wanted to do. She knew she wanted to help people, but about the only way to do that was through the Ministry. And they had shown their great worth last summer. So, she was trapped.
Something would come up. It had to. It just might take a while. She purposely ignored the question of how long it would take.
Bringing her trunk to the ground, Baldwin’s cage on top of it, she helped a few younger students unload their things as well. She recognized a few faces along the way--some from Ravenclaw, some from the invasion, and the rest from places she could not recall. As she pulled her own trunk onto a trolley, she heard a painfully familiar voice behind her.
“Abigail, dear! How delightful to see you!”