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Post by Emma Wickham on Jan 2, 2009 1:04:20 GMT -5
It was a strange feeling, saying goodbye and knowing that it was the last time that she would see her family for months to come. Emma couldn't remember going a day without seeing her mother and father's face. Although, she knew that she couldn't show how upset that she really was because it would only make it that much worse on her parents. After all, they had just gone through the same procedure with Cameron and Christopher. The only difference in this was that Emma was forced to come home and visit, there was no stopping that force of power. The decision had been left up to her but there hadn't really been anything to decide. So she had readied everything and, not a week later, she was on her way to a new beginning.
Now, Emma stood on the threshold of that new beginning, wondering what exactly waited for her on the other side. Her father had made arrangements for her trunk to be sent where it needed to be so she was left with only a small bag slung over her shoulder. She had never really seen anyone do magic outside of her mother, brothers, and their private tutor. She had to admit, it was a bit exciting and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the thought of how her face must look. ”The excitement of a five year old with a new toy…” Emma thought and, unconsciously, the edges of her mouth pulled up.
Fingertips tingling, she extended her right hand towards one of the inhumanely large oak doors. Pushing the door open, she was allowed her first glimpse into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a lot to take in at one time. The huge staircase, portraits everywhere, kids rushing by to get to wherever, and more doors that lead to place unknown. Taking a deep, silent breath, Emma walked into the hall and let the oak door behind her fall where it may.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jan 3, 2009 1:04:56 GMT -5
Matty couldn't have been happier when that end of class bell rung throughout the school. It was finally the end of another day. The lessons she had been through that day had been rather easy, now that the teenage looked back on them, in comparison to other days, but all the same, she was glad it was over. However, even though the classes were finished, that didn't mean her work for the day was done. The teenager had a sixteen inch parchment to write for transfiguration, as well as an assessment on a water-dwelling creature for CoMC. Yes, she had more freedom with her homework as opposed to classes, but it still needed to be done, or started at least.
As Matty left her class on the second floor, she decided to venture down to the kitchens and grab a snack, before going back to her common room. The girl straightened up her uniform of black slip on shoes, her black pleated skirt, white school shirt, tie, badge, and a gray cardigan over the top. Her hair was straight and left out, with the hair above her forehead braided neatly. As she descended down the main stair case, a sight that wasn't utterly rare, just not that common either, caught the teenager's vivid green eyes.
A dark-haired girl stood there, a small bag slung over her shoulder. She looked slightly dazed and awed, as Matty made the realization that she must be new at the school. That, or something similar anyway. The Hufflepuff looked around for a few seconds, waiting to see if anyone else came to meet her, but no such thing happened. So without another thought, the teen approached the younger girl. "It's pretty magical, hey?" she commented brightly, pausing to look back at the jungle of kids rushing up and down the stairs, others into the great hall and some running past them to escape outside.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Jan 3, 2009 14:02:48 GMT -5
"You can say that again," Emma replied without looking towards the source of the voice. For now she just watched. Watched everything take place. She knew that she must have new written all over her. And that was okay. She looked out into the crowded halls with people bustling every which way. There was never a time before that Emma had been around so many magical people close to her age before. The frightening part would be getting her schedule downpat but she could worry about that later.
Chuckling a bit, Emma tore her eyes away from the scene to look at the girl that had taken the time to speak to her. It was an older girl that was wearing yellow colorings throughout her uniform. For a moment, she tried to remember what house that meant she belonged to. That would obviously take a bit more time cause she was drawing a blank. There was a school bag slung around her shoulder. That would explain why everyone was out in the halls. Classes must have just released. The fact that it took her that long to realize it, really told her that this change was not going to be easy. Excitement filled her at the thought of the challenge.
"Emma Wickham," She began to introduce her self then added, "The fact that I'm new must be pretty obvious I'm sure." Laughing at her self, she could only imagine the look she must have had on her face.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Jan 7, 2009 17:49:54 GMT -5
Matty nodded to wards the girl with a smile, before adding "Yeah, I'm still getting used to it." and that was true, for the most of it anyway. Magic was everywhere here, and though you didn't always acknowledge it, you knew it was there. Sometimes the teenager caught herself walking down a corridor, and still finding the moving paintings to be entertaining. And when at home, the girl would flick through her photo album, the pictures supplied from her magical camera, and when observing the moving images, the teenager felt a little closer to Hogwarts. She had gotten so used to it, that sometimes Matilda didn't even notice the magical aspects of her life, but they were always there, in one way or another.
"Emma Wickham," she paused, only to add. "The fact that I'm new must be pretty obvious I'm sure."
Matty laughed along with the younger girl, as she grinned again. "Ah, don't worry about it too much. We were all new at one time or another." she said with a small wink. "I'm Matty. Or Matilda Wentworth, if you prefer." she always liked to offer her name, or the shortened version of it as well. The teen had always been known as Matty, so when other people called her Matilda, it still wasn't all that natural, regardless, the choice was up to the person at hand. "So do you know what house you're in? How about your year?" she questioned with a friendly smile still on her features. Now, of course Matty didn't know where the other common rooms beside Hufflepuff were, but she did know where the right office was to make sure Emma got to the right place.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Jan 8, 2009 1:59:45 GMT -5
Emma was comforted at the older girl's reassurance that her reaction had been played out before by others. This made her feel a bit less like an outsider. Plus the fact that she was still getting used to it even though she seemed pretty settled sent a wave of relief through her. Although she had a hope to be able to figure out the castle of Hogwarts fairly easily, there was still that fear that might always be a mystery. Certainly her first glance had only added fuel to the fire of her fear. However, Emma knew that she would simply have to grit through it. It was better than being at home anyhow.
"Ermm...the red one." Emma struggled for a moment to recall the name. There had been a mention of a lion in the letter and the uniforms in her trunk definitely had red trim to them. Gah...what was that name? "Griffin...something or other."
She laughed apologetically, as she failed to recall the name of her own house. It was only where she would be living and all. The team she would be rooting for in quidditch. The table that she was supposed to sit at during events. No big deal. Psh. Giving up on the whole name thing, she moved on to something she was sure of.
"I do know that I'm a third year. So that's a plus!" Emma announced laughingly as she continued to try and remember what house she had been placed under.
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