Gazing Out A Window (open)

[G A Phillips]

Her classes over for the day G strolled through the castle. With it's moving staircases and trick doors the castle nearly seemed to be a new place each day to her young eyes. She was sure in time the place would lose it's magic so for now she would enjoy the mystery of the castle. She had only needed a few books that day so her bag was relatively light and therefore provided no discomfort to be lugged around the castle, although after having stuffed her heave robes into the bag it was a bit larger than normal. By the time she had reached the next floor her shoes and socks were off and also in her bag and her tie had been considerably loosened. The stone was pleasantly cool beneath her feet and the hall was calm, only occasionally passing another student.

She wore the customary black pants and white long sleeve shirt of the school uniforms. When she had first came to Hogwarts she had been worried that she might get in trouble for not wearing a skirt; but either no one cared she followed the male dress code or nobody in any position to tell her off had noticed that she was in fact female. She was pretty sure that she had seen another female in pants under their robes but she also rarely spoke in class, and even then her voice was neither masculine or feminine, so either situation was possible.

She found herself a few floors above where she started at and paused by a window to look upon the grounds. They were still a new sight to her but she knew soon enough that she would know the grounds like the back of her hands. Exploring new areas had always been a favorite activity of hers but she had been hesitant to explore so far, it did not seem right without her friends or brothers by her side.

Her head was so filled with memories of past adventures and speculations of adventures to come, that she almost did not hear if when someone spoke to her.

[Maddyson Cross]

There was nothing that Maddy loved more than the time of day that her classes finished. It was such a relief, to not have to worry about doing any work, for that small period of time before dinner was served. It was something that was like nothing else, except maybe for the summer holidays. They, of course, would be high on her list of favourite things, but unfortunately she hated being away from Hogwarts, so the best they could come in was a second. But it was close, it was certainly close.

Maddy had always been a tomboy, except for the clothes that she wore. She had no personal preference what she wore, skirts were skirts, and pants were pants. She wasn't the kind of person to judge someone by the appearance; maybe this had been spurred on by the total ignorance to what she wore. Honestly, she wore whatever was comfortable, if not whatever her mother had bought for her. Maddy had always looked more feminine than masculine, what with her beachy blonde hair, and her slim, but pretty physique.

As she exited her Transfiguration classroom, waving goodbye to a few of her favourite people, mostly from her house, Maddy wandered over to room, or moreso, just a corridor, that she had always come to after her classes on this day. It got one of the best views of the lake and the forest, something that calmed Maddy, who was an utter star, bright enough to warm the whole universe, and that was really saying something.

As she saw someone else staring out the window that she was so accustomed to standing at, Maddy smiled. She looked younger than the girl; Maddy recognised her from her house. "Hey!" She said excitedly, walking up to stand next to the girl. "Lovely view, aye?" Her Australian accent stood out.

[G A Phillips]

She was slightly startled when the voice spoke, but only slightly. She turned around, took in the girl, blinked, and grinned. “Yessum, indeed.” She answered in a voice that currently sounded about ¼ British and ¾ southern drawl, a bit of a strange combination indeed. “Nice and simple like. No movin’ all round like the castle is. Just still.” Except for the people moving around, she added to herself. But they didn’t matter; their movement was slight and soon would be gone. G leaned back against the wall, glanced out the window, stuck her hands in her pockets, and looked back at the older girl. By her robes it was obvious that she was a Hufflepuff, and she could remember seeing her around the common room or at the house table or somewhere of the like, but could not recall her name or year.

“I don’t recall ever bein’ properly introduced.” She withdrew her hand from her pocket and stuck it out to shake. “I’m G A Phillip, first year.”